Wednesday, June 01, 2005
I used to be Miss Kiwi
1. They're closing Strawberry Fields, a children's home in England which John Lennon visited and broke into and played around as a kid and which was part of the hallucinatory, weird song 'Strawberry Fields Forever'.
2. I hate it when people are always so happy
3. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is mind-blowing
4. The Persh Creek Family presents 'Ripe' tomorrow morning under the mango tree
5. It will be a mad dash to the finish after group tomorrow
6. #5 scares me
7. Because there is a never-ending amount of things to read about, questions to ask about the 60s, hippies etc.
8. Because after it ends, my brain composition will have an empty orange-evil-pink-red hole of some daisy petals which I am not sure whether to be relieved for
8.5. Because it means the end of TSD
9. Because when it ends there is so much to do like study, learn Italian, practise drums, read, swim or more outrageous things like.....oh shame on me I can't think of anything I find outrageous that I would sincerely do this holiday besides just listing it or fantasizing about it.
10. And that is humanly disgraceful.
Prig-on-sea! Prig-on-sea! The phrase keeps popping up in my mind. A very weird feeling has descended upon me. Suddenly I feel zero level of lust or romantic love. The galaxy is playing a trick on me. An alien thought that is 12 to the power of 3258325111 light years away must have gotten mixed up in the cosmic order of things and has been somehow transported into my surrounding atmosphere before it (and thoughts have energy so they can do things) floundered into my brain and is growing and growing, very slowly, but surely, like the rate of growth of a baby's nipple, or snail's teeth, or cow udder hairs. This feeling is certainly puzzling. But according to that great book The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, DON'T PANIC. Instead, I suppose, though they didn't say so, go on. But don't go on doing what you've been doing, or you'll go on getting what you've been getting. Okay, good, so the neon gerbera (african daisy) blooms, the earth is turning and turning (turning and turning), the galaxy spins more stars and swirly planets, the milky way gleams, and I sit here typing on a dense blue keyboard intricately pressing keys that are 1.2 cm by 1.2cm, listening to a song that is in comparison (to what, actually? i think the sound of a star exploding is actually nothing since space is vacuum) of such puny decibel volume that it is so insignificant in all the ultimate (anyway) insignificance of the galaxy. However, despite all this, in every person's quest for love and completeness, the universe will listen even though it is just a puny stupid little fluttering of a puny person's heart and mind. Jai guru deva, om. ACROSS THE UNIVERSE! A restaurant waits, with a red classic Elvis 1950's booth and sundaes and good ol' fish and chips, where the booth seat is only meant for you and your cosmic partner. Oh and Joan Baez suddenly sings 'Where have all the flowers gone?'!!!!!!!! Don't get your panties in a bunch.
moled at 6/01/2005 07:50:00 PM
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Tread softly, for you tread on our dreams
That's whats on the studio door, printed on lavender paper by Mister L. 3 days to TSD A-levels and I can't wait to see Pympy! He's absolutely adorable. He's like a giraffe that has just been tranquilized and has a big round tummy but isn't fat. He's tall and wears thick black specs and looks a bit like Mister Bean and has these gigantic black shoes. It's so odd to see him towering over the rest of the MOE men (and I wonder if they enjoy watching the performances) and watching them standing around before entering a room or going for lunch and what would they talk about during lunch?! Do they try to make awkward conversation? Do they deliberately bring him to famous places to eat famous Singapore food? Or maybe (but unlikely) all through lunch the MOE men are so fascinated and interested by the performances that they ask Pympy what each meant and what he thought and they all happily discuss all the performances over lunch. Last year's a-levels is just a blur of running around, being very very hot in long-sleeved blacks, going to prawn mee place for lunch before Ruth and everyone else went with her to give andy the soccer captain a superman doll and desiree and i went to a strange thrift store which was very cramped, old and musty (very 80s, somehow) and filled with clothes and toys and middle aged women in weird clothes knitting and talking. Scary, actually! The last day it rained madly and I was wearing my soccer jersey and as the last piece ended I was lying in Zhan Hui's hammock in the staircase (it was there the whole a-level period last year) and then we all went to clear everything from the reading rooms and stuffed EVERYTHING like MAD into the workshop to the brim and we were so scared of leaving things inside and then after squeezing it to the brim (the old workshop! airy beige place.) with the guns and butter teckos and other things it was closed shut and then we all stood around under the shelter chattering and after a while Mister L left on his bike, and that was that.
That was like recovering a lost memory! For the next week I am going to read all the possible research I can for my DS. If someone asks me to describe the hippy culture I wouldn't know where to start, there's too many things to say and I don't know anything about exact dates of major happenings. For that I have an entire book Rhino's Psychedelic Trip and for The Beatles I have The 100 Best Beatles Songs and The Beatles: Off the record (recorded almost every interview they ever had and things they said in public). I am going to submerge myself in all this and in being Sally under the mango tree. Lolita Starshine! Who is she, really. A hippy who grew up. Maybe she changed her name to Penny Lane. Or something bad like Maggie Filwood. I am thinking of rehearsal techniques for Lolita which I haven't quite done!! I was thinking of a hippy garden day where I make the garden at the garden tables like my living room and eat and sit there and get people who have nowhere to go to sit with me and listen to music and chat while waiting for their slots to start. Or trying to meditate in the garden. I never really tried. In this book a girl called Stargirl brings her schoolmate and pet rat to a golden desert at the edge of the small town they live in and she teaches him to erase himself, slowly detach his soul from his body and feel totally at peace. I need to try what hippies always preach about- feeling at peace with nature and being in touch with the essence of your being. Hmmmmm!!!!! Jai guru deva, om.
'Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive.'
The Beatles
moled at 5/29/2005 08:04:00 AM
