Friday, December 30, 2005
I had another coincidence! With a quiet tall caucasian woman, plump and elegant, who looks like an english rose, who might have laughed at me, and I saw her at the prata shop outside my house. Do existentialist detectives exist like in I Heart Huckabees? I think they're much more useful than ministers. Maybe I will continually have these double-coincidences which never triple or quadruple. And it will all be left hanging, unexplained, forever.
My dreams are pulling me down. When I wake up I feel like I am sinking into my dream. 2 or 3 days ago it was such a perfect dream and ended perfectly but I woke up crying. Last night I was buying things from someone I know, in barren land, and then I had 3 pairs of turquoise earrings that got buried in the sand. I wake up feeling more tired till I bathe. I am going to try that divine long bath tonight. I am going to swim in the pool tonight even if they declare it closed while having new years countdown around it with kids screaming and parents shouting. I will jump in and splash anyone sitting around it. Dammit, benrik!
"I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me"
John Lennon sang that in God.
My true new year's resolution is to find peace and craziness.
This New Year, tell inconsiderate people off in public. In fact, try to find fault with middle-aged know-it-alls! And smile widely while doing the telling off so you will appear all calm and goody, 'which is the evilest thing of all'.....!!!!!!
OR....decide to have a baby! What could be more wonderful?
Remember: everything2.com. Welcome to everything.
moled at 12/30/2005 10:57:00 PM
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
A few days ago i went somewhere and there was a stranger and we were in a bit of a tiny insignificant situation at the same time. Or near someone who WAS the situation. Today i saw the stranger again though the person looked different and I had this unsettling very strange feeling till i remembered and it was like having warm milk formed in nowhere. If I see the person twice more, it's something to do with fate. If not, it's what it is, coincidences (though the first time could never have been called a coincidence if not for the second time).
Probably the best node I've read on everything2.com, which is undoubtedly my favourite site. Go there, and search for : the right way to take a bath. YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS TEENY EFFORT.
Do not underestimate the thrill of smoking when bathing.
moled at 12/27/2005 04:41:00 AM
Monday, December 26, 2005
Try my lovely nuts
Hohoho! Christmas is over, and I'm hardly sorry. Yesterday (Christmas) we went out (the family) and I ended up alone in Kinokuniya. I saw a caucasian couple trying to encourage 2 females whom I can only presume are their maids, to buy books. The guy said 'choose any thing. don't you want to choose anything? a christmas present.' and one of the females smiled and mumbled something and he said 'you don't like to read? a book? magazine?'. It's kind of sweet that they would so want to get their maids things when others treat their maids like shit. Then I was just looking around and noticed that the new cover for The Cement Garden has a black and white photo of Julie sitting on her bed with these vintage objects around, flower wallpaper and a huge poster of the beatles in their 'Fab Four' stage. It was one of the most disturbing fast reads ever. The narrator, a boy, leads an isolated life with his older sister, younger sister and younger brother when both parents die and somehow they didn't tell anyone. He is in love with his sister. They play perverse games sometimes, all of them. Youngest brother clings onto oldest sister as a mother/sexual needing sort of way. They live in a world of their own. You can guess what happened in the end. Anyway at my parents' annual NJ gathering yesterday (all their dear belovd college friends) one of the uncles kept asking me to paint his armpits and bum and asked me how much it was and everyone was saying 'You better ask ___(insert my father's name) for permission first!' This was after I told them all about my face paint business.
AND TODAY: I earned my first face-paint money!!!!!!!!!!! 41 dollars in 9 hours!!!! Though most of it was sitting around repeating 'Hi you wanna paint your face?!' or doing nothing. The ONLY things I painted today were: snowman, daisies, christmas tree, butterfly, skeleton-face, playboy sign. No one was adventurous enough for the full-faces ogre or anything. The daisies were for these delicate little daddy's princesses. They were so tiny, and so small and their skin was all so insanely smooth, and their eyes all so bright and innocent. Most of them wanted daisies! They did look so pretty with them in the end. One of the fathers growled that his daughter shouldn't get more glitter. One of the girls talked a lot about snow, and her holidays and all. The best part of all the day was the painting on those tiny smooth expectant/scared/excited faces and talking to them. The worst was probably when in reply to my question about face-painting, people give sour faces and one girl literally ran away. I can't comprehend how anyone could NOT like face-painting, it's unreal not to! It's natural and primitive. Anyhow, it's like a business now, starting today. Hippy-Dippy Says Love! And I do for kids parties and events, children and adults. So email me at ngxj@hotmail.com if you know anyone who wants face painting for parties or events!
I completely believe in fate. On christmas day something happened that was ironic and surprising but after a few seconds it wasn't surprising at all because I knew it was fate and it became perfectly appropriate for it to happen. It was just strangely perfect. I'm so glad it happened though it was only for ten seconds before I walked away decidedly.
'Hello? HELLO?! Is there anybody out there?!?!??!!!'
moled at 12/26/2005 04:28:00 AM