Friday, August 19, 2005
Oh yeah wait a minute Mister Postman
Yesterday I was dying for a new wallet so I went to the kids section of Isetan to look for a kids wallet which was a plan I have been fantasizing about for ages. After desiree and I looked around and laughed at the moronicness of the pink barbie wallets and the disturbing barbie pencils with barbies on it that look pornographic, I bought a thomas the engine blue wallet which opens to bright yellow inside. Trouble is, I didn't have much of a special feeling towards it and I always thought it was PERCY, not Thomas. So now I am fantasizing of a new one. Of course my fantasies recently have all been of a sort of light turquoise blue Charlie and the chocolate factory wallet with pictures of willy wonka and charie and psychedelic swirls. Actually I don't think it even exists. Yet somehow I do.
The only 2 ideas on my mind for what to do when the bloody A-levels end is to enroll in Italian lessons and to watch movies. I am DYING to watch movies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I saw the dvds of Life Aquatic (!!!!!!), I love Huckabees and MILLIONS. The Royal Tenenbaums poster faces me everyday as I sit at my table and try to do my work (one day I realised that maybe because of this unconscious seeping into my mind of the image of the royal tenenbaums, when asked what my favourite movie is, I can't think of anything else but the royal tenenbaums. but to be fair it is the most intriguing movie i have ever watched). I can't stop making lists of what i think are the best movies to me because i'm afraid i will forget and i want to watch them all again. Bewitched is playing right now! The goblet of fire trailer was electrifying. And tantalizing images of rushmore and eternal sunshine (since i listen to the soundtrack almost everyday) keep coming. The AGONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I simply sigh and trudge on with my work.
Something has been very peculiar. Mr Teo told us about this book, The adventures of Billy the Kid (the name of the guy in Easy Rider is Billy, after Billy the kid), that it was an example of post-modernism. One day, I remembered that I saw the book a few days ago in a shelf of a lot of books, and when I opened it the pages and pictures (the lack of it) was exactly as he had said. But I had no time to read it so I put it back and went away. It felt very real but somehow I couldn't remember being anywhere near a bookshop. And I am still trying to figure out whether it was a dream or not because I don't want to become like those characters in books you read about who go mad and can't differentiate their dreams from what really happened! It is a real possibility.
One of the greatest detrimental effects of studying (and I truly think the amount of studying we have to do is irrational) is that it makes me in such an odd sort of half-trance that whatever music I listen to disgusts me. Usually I will really want to listen to some songs (beatles, john mayer, the shirelles, well whatever it is at that point) and when I listen to it it's like a pleasurable sigh of relief. But recently, a lot of the time, nothing seems to fit. The only time it ever seems to fit is in the mornings. When you wake up, after bathing, the best thing to do is to pop on whatever you feel like listening to. It's a great way to start the day. It's so important that everyone should do that before doing something stupid like reading the newspapers that are so darn serious and boring and unimportant sometimes, or driving to work or going to school. Listening to Sgt. Peppers in the morning makes everything a whole lot better. Being driven to school with 'When I'm sixty-four' playing is complete bliss, but with 'Here's today's headlines' or 'A slice of life, by Eugene Loh' is just about the most moronic thing to do in the morning because you will then hear Eugene Loh's contrived way of reading out his cliche philosophies (with a pause at the second-last word and saying the last word in a way that deliberately tries to make it sound flowy and beautiful).
There's this 60s song:
My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble
(Hey La, Hey La, my boyfriend's back)
When you see him coming, you better cut out on the double
(Hey La, Hey La, my boyfriend's back)
You've been spreading lies that I was untrue
(Hey La, Hey La, my boyfriend's back)
So now he's back he's coming after you
(Hey La, Hey La, my boyfriend's back)
Hey-he knows what you've been tryin'
And-he knows that you've been lyin'
which is, according to yeehan, a moronic love song. You either love the 60s or you don't!
moled at 8/19/2005 09:54:00 PM
Sunday, August 14, 2005
"I love you from the bottom of my pencil case....."
I defragmented my computer today. The screen shows you what your computer looks like before defragmentation. And it is a rectangular box with green, blue, red and white lines symbolising unmovable files, contiguous files, fragmented files and empty space respectively. Then, as it defragments, all the red bits disappear and it ends up with the few green bits where they already were since they're unmovable, and much more blue bits almost all together. Impressive. I also defragmented my real-life papers. Boy it really gets me hooked. Once I start shuflfing papers I can't stop and suddenly I realise I am a sort of a trance, thinking of where each paper goes, and then I congratulate myself for even entering the trance state, which is what you're supposed to enter when doing some intensive studying.
Please try never to read the blogs of your friends unless you want to feel some strange and unexplainable sense of disgust. A blog should be like a cosmic monologue that only strangers read, or no one at all, in the invisible undefined wobbly space in the internet. Instead of reading your friends' blogs (and read things that they can tell you face to face anyway), try clicking 'next blog' in the top right hand corner the next time you visit blogspot and you will stumble upon the spaces of people from all around the world. 2 days ago i found the blog of an american soldier in iraq (the link is below) who has rather bad spelling and lots of photos of the place he sits in and works at in iraq! too bad the fat man and his quest to lose weight somehow remained stagnant. i hope he has lost lots of weight by now with his meticulous recording and analysis of every meal and water intake and exercise of the day!!!!! it's insane reading all these things these people are typing miles away. you might just find someone who is a lot like you, on the other side of the world.
moled at 8/14/2005 01:07:00 AM
