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Monday, January 17, 2005

Let's Lick Lennon's Lemons- The Summer of Love

Today I found the bathtub. After ordering new year cookies from a shop outside my house, a thought popped into my head to go to 7-11 to buy Focacia bread. After finding out that it was sold out, I looked for my father, and while waiting by the car, someone told me he was inside a hardware shop, and a thought popped into my head to walk that few steps to just look for him, instead of waiting by the car for a minute. When we were going to leave, a thought popped into my head to ask about bathtubs. The man said they don't sell bathtubs, and my father, being moronically blur, repeated the same question to the big boss sitting down. And because of that, one of the men remembered that they have a bathtub at the back alley. We went to see, and it is old, grimy with lots of moss and it needs scrubbing which will be extremely satisfying, I can tell. And he was so grateful that we want it. YES!

Nowadays, I just want to read and think about the summer of love, and eat egg sandwiches with milo. The workshop is almost always flooded with people looking for letters during breaks, and looking at that puny notice board. It's amazing, and now everyone is getting started on everything and it is an extremely exciting time. Today I just did my first...negotiation! How exciting! Kai Ling has to attend Ling's slot till 5.30 on Thursday, while my meeting starts at 5. Thus, I negotiated with Ling, and we agreed that if Kai Ling has nothing to do during her slot, she can come for my meeting at 5. Oh, I love negotiations! Especially when they are good! I can't wait for everyone to really having group slots and IS slots, and then we can watch each other's pieces and comment and help. Maybe that will stop school being a mess of delirious moods with sad moods and lots of fiery clouds in the sky such that I can't say anything except look. The feeling of floating in a space capsule is becoming permanent! The peak of the feeling is during Mr Teo's lessons on Sylvia Plath when I really feel like I am floating, but in the workshop or at the garden tables, it feels quite that way too, like opening the doors of a spaceship and then sitting down inside, going out for a stroll, chatting about topics that felt as if we'd never chat about (how's your IS? what are you doing for your IS? when is your first slot? how exciting)

Today Shaun and I took a taxi in the rain to the bathtub shop, and it felt like a little adventure. We chatted with the shop owners about the types of bathtubs they have, and they were ever so friendly, and I drank hot soya bean from a plastic carrier with orange plastic string, and we took a taxi back and while talking just sat back contentedly waiting to reach school again on a lush rainy afternoon.

There is homework, but I don't feel like doing it at all, which I think is a perfectly logical reason for not doing it. Simply because you didn't feel like doing it. I think this is the maybe weak and wet ways hippies would behave, what Mister Lofthouse would dislike. Today he said that some people previously couldn't show him their pieces because they didn't feel like it, and he dislikes how they can't just do it, and perform on the spot. Everyone needs the summer of love, and everyone needs daisies in their hair, and everyone needs the beatles singing them to sleep at night and five for fighting waking them up in the morning. 'You'll never know how much I really love you, you'll never know how much I really care. Listen, do you want to know a secret? do you promise not to tell, whoa whoa, closer, let me whisper in your ear, say the words you long to hear, I'm in love with you, wooo'

moled at 1/17/2005 04:26:00 AM

be a goldmember.
i can see into your past, madame mary.

HELLO, STRANGER! Zach Braff