Thursday, December 30, 2004
At last! My love has come along!
SHOWS
SATURDAY
1.30pm: The Addams Family
5.15pm: Sister Act 2
10pm: PLEASANTVILLE (AT LAST!)
2.30am: Mumford
SUNDAY
6.30am: Some kind of wonderful
10.45am: Land Before Time II
These are the good movies for the channel 5 55-hour movie marathon. I hate advertisements but never mind. The Pleasantville trailer got me, the kind that makes you melt in front of the tv (at last! my love has come along! renee olstead, i read, fell in love with jazz after listening to at last in pleasantville). And I went researching on what Mumford and Some Kind Of Wonderful are about, at amazon.com. Mumford is about this man who leaves his bad job to go to a town called Mumford, calls himself Mumford and pretends to be a psychologist. It is a whimsical, interesting film, apparently. SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL is apparently one of the best films in the 80's! It is about a tomboy who is actually in love with her male best friend who falls for the school sweetheart. what makes it nice is that the school popular girl sweetheart girl is not a mindless moronic girl but someone more than that and the tomboy is quite obsessive and she perseveres for a very long time. It sounds lovely. Anything with a girl secretly in love with her male best friend sounds lovely.
There are sales everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! End of season sale!!!!! I found a red and white checkered classic dress today. We had a tsd meeting and everything is extremely exciting.
Tomorrow night it is Maths Camp II, and I KNOW it will work because the exam is on monday. We can study and read and then watch movies on channel five. I ALWAYS (and might forever think this way) think new year's eve is to be alone in my room, with my closest friends, or say tsd friends. I never understand why people go to large new year countdowns to be with strangers. we MUST have some champagne glasses to tinkle at the maths camp. i expect we'll be having maggi mee for supper or something. TINKLE!!!!!! WINK!!!!!!!! (while pretending to be mingling with important people at tsd gala night)
HENCEFORTH CALL ME LOLITA OR DOLORES. (even at maths camp II)
moled at 12/30/2004 05:04:00 AM
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
I love babies. We've even picked the names.
I went searching for bathtubs at ebay!!!! Most bathtubs are described as clawfoot bathtubs, some brand new and all between 70+ US dollars to a few thousand. The amazing is that a lot of Americans or whoever, Mexicans, sometimes, buy old houses and then discover vintage bathtubs in their basements or in some storage area!!!!! There were copper, brass bathtubs that looked rusty and solid and amazing and there was this turquoise bathtub. The really old ones can go back to 1870 or even before that and there was one 1920s bathtub and all these people just discover these bathtubs and sell them!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was one from an American family I think which was black and white, they painted it that way to match their black and white tiled bathroom, and under the description they said that it was used before and the last time it was used, 3 kids were in it. How nice. I sure would like to bathe in a tub where 3 kids used to bathe, when you think of kids you think soapy and suddy and clean, unlike if a man or a woman used to use it. So I concluded that the easiest way to get a bathtub was to find a Singaporean who had an old one or discovered one (but discovering is very, very unlikely here) so I made a poster and my mother is going to put it at Jelita and I went to the straits times website and clicked and suddenly, i had booked my own ad! it's called a run-on!!!!! i'd like to create run-ons for fun, but they cost $11 a day for 3 puny, adorable lines. If you have a great toilet, JUST the way you like it for the best time you can have (private time with yourself in the bathtub), soaking in the bathtub would be great.
My toilet would have a sound system with a water-proof remote control so i can play absolutely any song i feel like hearing while bathing (I always feel like hearing songs, and i always know what song, but i always can't) and the floor tiles would be black and white and the walls would be pink or evil pink or vermillion and there would be absolutely no windows at all because i hate that in toilets, and I'd put pictures of the beatles and classic photos everywhere and there would be a nice place to hang my clothes, nice toilet bowl and sink obviously, and then at the wall where the bathtub is, there would be lots and lots of soap racks so that i can put all my soap bars there and choose whatever i feel like using and put a good scrub sponge there too. there would be lots of space on some rack on the wall to put lots and lots of soap that i can buy from lush and the body shop. and there would be a dirty girl transparent blue-polkadotted with the dirty girl flying around SHOWER CURTAIN. i need a transparent one or else i'll never use it because it's too scary. there might be a telephone, so i can chat with my friends while lying in the tub for hours and they wouldn't even be able to guess that i was luxuriously relaxing in a tub while on the phone. there must be a small fold-out table (just very, very small) for me to write my diary on. i would put all the sanitary bags i collect from overseas and hook it somewhere in the toilet so that when i see it i will feel like i am in a good hotel toilet. ah, my perfect toilet. toilets are extremely important, mind you. my grandmother's toilet is quite ugly, and i already love bathing there. imagine if i had the toilet i just described, which i am very sure i will have one day, there's no doubt in my mind, what would bathing be like?!?!?! the ultimate in bliss and the path to true happiness. i can't wait for that day.
reading about the beatles online is extremely depressing. i'd much rather buy the anthology to get everything about them right once and for all. not that any source can truly show what they were like, but i hate being confused though that is sometimes where the fun comes from. there were these insane websites which were so funny. one said that the beatles were the first to use pagan skins, drums. pagan skins because in africa they use drums to call out to the devil, apparently. and then they went on about how all the songs had drug connotations in them. lucy in the sky with diamonds either stands for LSD and is a song about drugs, or is a song that john lennon wrote after his son julian drew a picture of his kindergarten friend lucy, in the sky with diamonds. an excerpt, anyhow:
Hey Jude.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad take a sad song and make it better. The minute you put it under your skin, then you begin to feel better".
What does one put under their skin to make them feel better?
How about a needle full of heroin. It is bad enough to do heroin but to then promote it to the youth is absolutely evil. It is by the way common knowledge that the Beatles were all heroin adicts.
Little Child
"Little child, little child, little child won't you dance with me"
Need more be said?
HA!!!!! another website sounded quite believable but odd, describing john lennon as a street fighter who scared old people and fought whenever he could (old people part doesn't sound like him) and delightfully went on describing how they were all adulterous and how george even liked ringo's wife and all. i REALLY knew the site was just plain insane when they said the beatles' first manager was a homosexual and first saw john lennon perform and fell in love and became obsessed with him. now, reading all that does aggravate me, because i can't quite figure out what was true and what wasn't!
What annoys me too is that a lot of reviews on the catcher in the rye, at amazon.com say it was a book that perfectly described the teenage mind and teenage problems!!!! HOW COULD IT BE?!?!!?! it's obviously more than that! holden caulfield is obviously more than that!
I wish John Mayer would have a concert here. I keep remembering that somewhere i read someone saying that john mayer's songs are like poems. his concert is the sort that would even be nice going to alone and reading comics at while watching him occassionally, or going alone and lounging on a raised-up mat and watching him above the crowd. or going with a friend you haven't caught up with in years. unless you were crazily infatuated with him, you probably wouldn't keep getting up and screaming because his songs aren't like that.
I hope arika and sunil are safe if they are in India. it is very depressing to get up and read about 10 pages of news on the tsunami, and it is uncanny that 2 of the boys that survived are called hannes and almost the same age. i keep thinking that i will surely not survive something like that because i will definitely want to get all my precious diaries before running and then it would be too late but on the other hand i can imagine myself surviving a disaster.
I am going to school tomorrow for the first time in 1.5 months!!!!!!!!!!!
'SLEEP TIGHT, YA MORONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
In Italian hotels, toilets have a cord for you to pull if ever there were an emergency in the toilet and you needed help. It will ring a loud bell and the manager will come to see what the matter is. Many tourists pull it in accident on their first night, sometimes when people are about to slip they pull it. My cousin pulled it within 30 seconds of being in the toilet. He thinks that when he call reception he can solve all our problems and attend to all our needs like if I am contemplating asking for a bolster. He will cleverly call and I tell him that they will not bother attending to a kid (which i HATE) and he says, no, i speak like an adult. they always think I'm a 'miss'.
IN CASO DI EMERGENZA, TIRARE IL CORDONCINO!
moled at 12/29/2004 07:05:00 AM
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
THAT KILLED ME
Here is what I found in my sister's spongebob fill-in activity book:
(in italics are her fill-ins)
Dear Spongebob,
there's a bully in my school who keeps bothering me. He runs me when I walk by, moves my lunch money and sometimes even stuffs me into a(n) plastic bag! What should I do?
Signed, Hiding in my locker
Dear Hiding in my locker,
Bullies are just nice people trapped inside mean people's eyes. You could try to win him over by making him a(n) sharks fin or by inviting him to ngee ann city. Or you could do what I do when I see a bully: Run away as fast as a(n) wolf, screaming like a(n) hummingbird.
Safe at home, Spongebob Squarepants
OH TEEHEEHEE. When will the spongebob movie come to Singapore?
I made my sister a ring today because one of my new year resolutions is to be nicer to her. she loves it, obviously. i made myself one too and for the first time named my ring, and i powerfully named it THE RING OF THE MEDITTERANEAN SEA.
The Catcher in the Rye. The Catcher in the Rye. Holden Caulfield. HOLDEN Caulfield! It is the funniest book I have read. He said about his old teacher: 'What made it even more depressing, old Spencer had on this very sad, ratty bathrobe that he was probably born in or something. I don't much like to see old guys in their pajamas and bathrobes anyway. Their bumpy old chests are always showing. And their legs. Old guys' legs, at beaches and places, always look so white and unhairy.' He said the Egyptians were an ancient race of Caucasians.
I finally played the sims again today, and i played for a very long time with Mary and Lolita Starshine (mad hippy mother and teenage daughter) and their house is so pathetic and their household is so poor. The maid said 'that'll teach you!' when Mary had no money to pay her and she took away a lamp from the house. poo! then, Lolita got A+ in school!!!! sadly, lolita will become a teenager in 3 days, and one of her aspirations is to GROW UP WELL. what does that mean?! and she is so unlucky. She is mutually in love with these 2 morons, randy and ricky (what names!) fm another neighbourhood and they keep rejecting her kisses and randy rejected 3 times when Lolita proposed to him to go steady with her. such morons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!! something even worse happened. Mary brought home Yoko from work (both in slacker career) and they became very good friends (unaware that both are in love with John Lennon). the very very bad thing is that i wanted mary to kiss yoko, but a friendly kiss, and under kiss there was only peck, so i chose it and now they have crushes on each other which aggravates me madly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! everytime mary comes home from work i make her go to sleep, and pan away from her bedroom, only to find her hours later, not sleeping, but daydreaming on her bed!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh little Mary and Lolita, in their little poor love home.
Anyway, I realise that I greatly immensely absolutely enjoyed staying home today reading and making rings and playing the sims with my sister (whom i now greatly appreciate) and my cousin (whom I have gotten very much closer to because of the holiday).
I MET JAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!! James is this man on our holiday who gave suhern and i a big smile when we got on the bus and whom i am sure is very nice. he was on a honeymoon with his dear little wife on our tour. it was always odd between james and suhern and i and his wife. because his wife thinks suhern is very very cute and i thought james was interesting (very high-pitched voice) and none of each pair ever talked to the other! and i KNEW we were fated with james, i even thought, that day when we went to venice, i thought, when we get back to singapore, i just KNOW i will meet him somewhere, some...busy place. and i did, on my first time out, i saw him at kinokuniya. i HAD to turn around and laugh and call suhern first and in the end they were gone. i love proving that i have a sixth sense.
when school starts it is the perfect time to trick everyone about your name, i mean to the year ones and if everyone else around does it to you, which you can always force them into doing. i will be either lolita or dorothy. yesssssss!
BUONGIORNO!
MI PIACH MOSTARDA, PALLONE, BOLLA, BIANCO, ROSSO, SPAZIO INTERGALATICO
A PRESTO
AN DIAMO!
ARRIVEDERCI
PREGO!
MI CHIAMO DOROTHY
BUONA SERRA
moled at 12/28/2004 05:58:00 AM
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Dear mucus playmates, YOHOHOHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This morning I woke up after sleeping for 13 hours after holding out for 35 hours and i had a strange feeling that this would be one of the best days of my life. My mustard nails are still in surprisingly good shape and christmas did not feel like christmas except when i was reading my cards and saw my lovely surprise for a few minutes. other than that i sat around my sunny room for some time in pants that i had worn for about 4 days during the 12-day holiday, a bra i wore about 5 or more times, very new underwear and a polkadot shirt that really stank. oh, and of course hair that is now satisfactorily long. Holidays change people!
The holiday was full of quarrels, obviously, from my sister (supposed to be fifi) and cousin (supposed to be henderson) because the 2 MORONS wanted to set their watch alarm to 2 hours before breakfast and i had to act really angry a lot and got high blood pressure and also, they were selfish and bad, bad children. i watched love actually at takeoff (to zurich) and it was a bad flight regardless of my good feeling because it was uncomfortable and irritating and i couldn't sleep because henderson kept waking me up and it didnt feel all that magical at all because henderson insisted on the window seat, so i didn't feel quite as much in space. the only good things about the flight was an intriguing person, before sunset and the moments when everyone is asleep and i go to the toilet and it really feels like we're cruising through space serenely.
FUNNY THING: we actually went to germany. SURPRISE! we drove a bit through the snow-filled streets with lots and lots of intriguing sinister lovely bare trees sometimes with cars puffing along and then, we were in germany, heil hitler! we saw TITISEE lake. funny name if ye ask me. mm. tit-i-see. always made me think of cow udders. so we went to lucerne where there was an absolutely intriguing town where i couldnt believe people stayed. we shopped there and through the little streets early in the morning (the crowd changed from senior citizens to punk teenagers as the day went on) and i bought a yellow intricate swirls curls star which shines when you put a lightbulb in it, also citrus shampoo. i don't want to elaborate too much because that sometimes irritates me. we went to interlaken, down by the snow mountains. we went to bebbi's, the most amazing restaurant i have ever been to (happiness, fun and food, and the most amazing man i have ever seen too, not exaggerating.) and the next day we went up the snow mountain in polar-express-like trains and the kids toppled one by one like dead fish as they vomitted and needed to lie down as the air was thin. we went to the PEAK of europe! and we lay in the snow and tasted it and suhern became a puffy red potato. yaay!
After that, we went to a factory outlet in lugano where i bought red cloth shoes with golden sequins in it which my father's friend yesterday said looks like something which belonged to his great grandmother. we went to MILAN and we were right in the middle of the bus shopping district, which i am sure was filled with gucci and prada etc. and also shops like LUSH. i loved milan. the next day we went to the 'poor' area and went to a CASTLE!!!!!!! i LOVE castles!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love ancient civilizations! and places like castles were it seems like there was once an ancient civilization. i bought a brass golden greek sun! we went to venice (to the nice part by boat on turquoise waters) and i loved it too, because it was an ancient civilization place and it was so sunny at the square and it was once the centre of the mediterranean sea. the symbol of venice is the LION. and there were statues there, all in the sky. we took a GONDOLA and went into the little water lanes through people's houses and hotel back entrances and so many houses had red flowers on the balcony which i think smbolises that they are dreaming of love (i mean, that was what i thought). we went in all the lanes and walked through the small streets where there were unbelievable bead shops, mask shops (i saw comedia del arte masks) and just so many interesting shops and houses and i thought, i am in a small little street somewhere in venice! i think that was my favourite bit.
After that we went to pisa, and florence (lots of statues-the statue of david among many other roman/greek statues with muscles and curls) , and then to rome. there was the colosseum (which i loved, even though we were outside and i just got a sneak peek of the inside but it was sunny and stoney) and michelangelo's paintings in the sistine chapel, which were beautiful, and i wholeheartedly enjoyed the half an hour explanation on the sistine chapel and all his paintings, all the explanations of the creation of adam, nude angels, everything. i was obsessed with 2 angel things. one was rafaelle's painting of 2 angels, one gazing into the sky, which is very famous, and another called il primo bacio, the first kiss, of the first time anyone ever kissed, of one cherub kissing another. we shopped in rome our last night after looking at a divine roman fountain with nude statues and turquoise water.
We went to a leather factory some day too, where my mother and i were assisted by a (i think) gay man who was extremely adorable. i was thinking of whether to buy a leather sling bag and we had chatted and i was still hesitating and he said 'when i was a boy, i always hope my father buy me something. i always think, papa, buy me something. if papa want to buy me something, i never think twice' while smiling and he had wrinkles. and my father replied stupidly by saying 'see? i am a good father!' which if you ask me seems to have relevance but actually doesn't.
Also, we had a coach captain from NAPOLI. NAPOLI. the place. that place lynn and I were always laughing about, the place enrico pollini from rat race is from! the place in the song 'mambo italiano'. he was from napoli! he was called joseph (i only found out 2 hours before he left), was old, smoked a lot, couldn't really stop smoking, and walked slightly stiffly. i had learnt some italian desperately the day before going and wanted to learn more from him. our tour guide taught us a bit, and i really want to learn it now. i said 'ciao bello' to him which means hello handsome, and he said 'ciao bella' back and became a bit obsessed with calling me 'bella' from then on. it is rather sad because no one really made friends with him except me who got a bit scared after he kept calling me bella. anyway, we all said a happy rushed goodbye and he drove on for 4 more hours to napoli back home though it was almost 9pm already.
we also had a florentine dinner, an amazing 6-course dinner (vegetable soup, aglio olio, lasagne, beef steak, ice cream. what was the last thing?) in a restaurant where they had cream chiffon curtains everywhere lined with yellow christmas light sort of lights, vertically, everywhere, and we listened to a man play the piano and play songs like tico tico and the entertainer and sing songs like yesterday, let's twist again and florentine songs. i wore my red and white socks though i didnt hear the tour guide say to dress up (this man who was obsessed with how cute my cousin is-such that he and his wife can revolve a lunch conversation around that topic-wore a silver tie and got drunk, just like my father) with a red and white long-sleeved thing. bianco rosso! red and white!
my favourite thing to do was walk through little streets, and see red flowers at people's balconies. europeans are intriguing.
the ride back was much more divine. i sat by the window and saw snowflakes on the window!!!!!!! i watched de-lovely, love actually (for it was christmas and no christmas is complete without it) and laughed to myself at the octopus bit (eight is a lot of legs, david) and watched the ending of before sunset thrice. this boy on the trip bought nothing for himself and a music box for his girlfriend!!!! i find that so nice and amusing i have repeated it more than twenty times. i want holidays to change me and they do. this is one of the first times, maybe the first, that i havent had a bad holiday hangover but a good one. i think my christmas wish didn't come true but never mind.
i would sit on the coach on those long rides (some 4 to 5 hours long) and listen to 'do you want to know a secret?' by the beatles and get goosebumps, and just listen to the screams and laughs and gurgles of the 17-month-old baby on the trip, and look out the window the whole while, having only an occassional spurt and write my diary. i could do that the whole ride.
on the plane, when it was quiet, and when we were going to land soon, my sister whined loudly 'so nice!!!!!!!! so nice!!!!!!!!!!!' which i really must demonstrate, because she thought she saw snow. but it turned out to be the wing of the bloody aeroplane. she would call my parents in the next room every 5 minutes to ask what they were doing in her kid tone-slow and stupid-sounding. 'where is mrs. mummy? i need to talk to her.' 'where is mr. puppy? i need to talk to him.' suhern would wear gloves to sleep and tie his hands so he couldnt scratch his eczema in the night.
it is all weird but this morning i woke up and realised that my frame of mind this morning was exactly the same as say, the day we were in venice. it seemed like if i thought hard enough, i could go back to that day. it is uncanny, that it could be the same frame of mind. anyway, i want to travel all my life, i really do.
MI PIACH JOHN.
moled at 12/26/2004 06:12:00 AM
