tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50425962011-04-21T13:37:48.716-07:00hohohomaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13065823488294300449noreply@blogger.comBlogger3981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042596.post-1159073777221972332006-09-23T21:47:00.000-07:002006-09-23T21:56:17.263-07:00

see you in another life, brother http://everything2.comhttp://youngnakedandfree.blogspot.comhttp://strangersamong.blogspot.com

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HELP we were watching my grandmother's silk road holiday video, made again by the same man who filmed everyone (i.e. all the senior citizens and senior citizens-to-be) during their previous trip (finland?) and I remembered why his video sucked. For the Finland video, he filmed a building (yes, a stationary building) for 3 minutes. Before it finally farted some smoke out its chimney. And something

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Little pleasuresA boy at the library let his hand glide smoothly along the white railing as he walked ahead. Amelie sinks her fingers into pots of beans. Nowadays I like typing silly things in exact ways.Welcome to a morning where you jump out of bed like you’re in your pjs going to eat peanut butter with toast made by your motherWelcome to your bathroom that has melted from the sanitized

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The very old man in my neighbourhood died. He was 99 and would be 100 next month. Even though he walks (and I'm not even exaggerating) at a speed that is...lemme test....3 seconds per metre, he'd walk to 7-11 everyday to buy bread when he was still able to. I think he was still doing that early this year. His black cloth shoes would scrape a little on the ground and he'd walk with a slouch and

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'All that is gold does not glitter,Not all who wander are lost'J.R.R. TolkienNomads rule the earthI bought my first real-time Bob Dylan cd. Not something from the past, but his new cd Modern Times. He is probably sitting somewhere now, thinking and smoking with a hat. It's so strange then that when people listen to his music, a lot of it came from the 60s, and they are imagining the 60s him, the

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salt and pepper mustard leaves Pluto is no longer a planet. Osama bin Laden is madly in love with Whitney Houston. The world is going madder, so please let us make contact with kind aliens as soon as possible. There are 100 billion stars in the Milky Way, and there are billions of galaxies in the Universe, and the light of the stars you see in the sky are from minutes or years or even billions

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FRANNY AND ZOOEYI wish to hop into the book and be in the same bathroom with Zooey as he reads the letter in the bath, smokes and shaves while talking to his mother. Finally today, I feel used to this weird desert land with 20, 000 people on it. It's all worth it climbing 12 flights of stairs to our room where I can play Simon and Garfunkel as loud as I want since Vivienne went home. Does anyone

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I love my astronomy elective!!!!!! It's the most wondrous thing. I went for the first lecture today, with 500 plus students in the electrical engineering block, and the lecturer is a cranky man from hong kong who said (and says everything with a hong kong accent), 'if you have nothing to do at night you can go and look at the stars' and 'later my colleague will go more in...details. what i teach

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Aw, man!Beautiful flowers for the old manDeclare your independence day already!

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Some phrases Billy Bombers (classic American 50s like diner with classic red chairs and milkshakes) uses to describe itself:Teddy bears. Ice cream. Music. Your first love. Innocence in complicated times.Some things at Billy Bombers: BALLS OF FIRE spaghetti, songs like Dream or Will you still love me tomorrow, (fake) song ordering machines at some tables, red and white checkered table cloth, red

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I'm so happy to be home. To touch my computer was bliss. The hostel room is perched on level 5 of a block on a hill, and getting to it was like climbing to the top of a hogwarts tower. The back window faces the lush green forest which is my favourite part of it. There is a dark green pensylvanian door, and I put up a huge fiery red Johnny Cash poster and pictures of the beatles and there is a

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It's opener here in the wide open airI heard my sister having almost the same conversation that I had with my grandmother when I was her age! She asked her why she doesn't drive, and my grandmother said she's too old to learn, and my sister asked her why she doesn't know english, and she said she's too old and she forgets very quickly, and when you're old you're useless. I tried teaching my

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I feel in a pit. I can't wait to move away from the issues the 'adults' in my family have with each other. Vivienne and I move into pensylvanian red-and-green hall 8 on tuesday morning. Hurray. I wish I could run away forever with a circus in a hot air balloon on a sunny day with clouds blooming in the clear blue sky.

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I saw it from 5 metres away in Borders just as we were leaving. There it was, the book I've desired for very much. It was right there with a chewing-gum-red price tag of $17.95, less than half the price I would pay on amazon. I bought it immediately. It smells great. And just now as I flipped through it, I actually felt like I owned a treasure. Like a jewel of some kind. It's just amazing. It's

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The Virgin Suicides - Alone Again, NaturallyNext day, same time, our phone rang. We answered it immediately, and after some confusion (the phone was dropped), heard a needle bump down on a record, and the voice of Gilbert O'Sullivan singing through scratches. You may recall the song, a ballad which charts the misfortunes of a young man's life (his parents die, his fiancee stands him up at the

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I was alone, I took a ride,I didn't know what I would find thereAnother road, Maybe IWould find another kind of mind thereOoh, then I suddenly see youOoh, did I tell you I need youEvery single day of my life...Got to get you into my lifeBeatles RevolverFrom everything2.com (and this is one person's opinion):Most people who are truely passionate about music are usually passionate about vinyl. I

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13 JulyWhat a splendid sunny Beatlesy 60s day!The Magical Mystery Tour is dying to take you away

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She like to be married with YetiHe grooving such cooky spaghettiShe jumping as mexican beanTo make that her body more thinWhat's The New Mary JaneA song John Lennon tried to get on The White Album but couldn't and it's in the anthology. I hope I walk into a shop selling a good charming black or red leather pair of mary janes one of these days, and if it's real good it can be worn for years. I

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There's a video of Manfred Mann singing Do Wah Diddy Diddy at youtube and they are just hilarious!!!!!!! More videos of Bob Dylan appeared...like hey mr tambourine man from newport folk festival 1965. This is mindblowing. Then I watched a weird short video of cirque du soleil's new performance called LOVE, about the beatles, using all their songs, playing only at the Mirage at las vegas. Some

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I have BBC Prime now and I can watch SOUNDS OF THE SIXTIESWoke up at 2.30 last night to watch the repeat and tonight againI missed the first episode with the beatles!!!!! Because I found out half an hour after the hotline closed that bbc prime was showing again this glorious showThey have shown tom jones (disturbing hip jerking crazy dancing), the rolling stones, manfred mann (no do wah diddy

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KLUTZ: Work hard to make every day feel like the first day of summer vacation.

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FACES TO THE SKYMy first night with internet in my new room!!!!! And so, after all that, we've moved! It's been 9 days. And tonight also I ended work which is awesome because I can swim and relax for one month and learn how to juggle and go to my auntie's house to play the drumset. Moving day was crazy. The day before that, a friday, I went to castle green about 3 times (my father about 10 times)

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The sale's over! So my real packing must start. I spent 2 days sitting around the clear open space listening to music and practicing block letters. Only one week left! Today my mother and I went to castle green and dug out all our baby clothes that she kept (a lot of clothes we wore as babies and toddlers). Even some used cloth diapers. It was insane. Blanket I was wrapped in when I was born, all

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We're having the sale now. 15 minutes from the moment I awoke, I got about 10 calls from garage sale fanatics whom I realise flit from one sale to another in the day or weekend. They asked mainly about the antique dining set, sofa, books, clothes and one man asked about 3 to 4 inch ladies' heels. Then a few of em cme to see the antique set, the wine and the books. One man mad about wine watches

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Punch-Drunk LoveToday me, iz and yh went around the entire estate putting garage sale flyers in all the mailboxes. And the estate is huge. Yh wore an SIA hat and iz wore a moon blue shirt with a brown graffiti hat and used the skatescooter thing and he looked like a newspaper boy. There were a lot of rabid dogs that scramble madly to the gate, and bark insanely. One even rattled the gate madly

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Today was day one of packing. I took out all the books from my room that we're going to sell and brought it all down (at least one hundred books), and then the clothes and the bags! I was sweating like mad and it was the most exercise I've done in ages. My father cleared a lot of books so there are a few hundred books to sell. I just hope among the people who come there are one or two who are:

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ROCK N ROLL IS KINGOn Wednesday I found a shop I have been waiting to find. It's in a building opposite Funan and in a small row in the basement. They sell record players, some second-hand, some fixed from scrap pieces, and records, some second-hand. A record player costs $90, but with the speakers and amplifiers it will be about 400. A record there costs between $10 to $30, which is the price

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After years of postponement, the feeling is here! We are going to majorly move in 2 and a half weeks. I've lived here since I was born, in every single bedroom. They have been telling me to pack for 6 months, and I'll start this Sunday because Sundays are just the best days for packing anything while blasting music. I was lying on my mother's bed and I just realised for real that the house will

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Oh my darling oh my darling oh my darling ClementineNow you're lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineBeatles- Two of Ushttp://youtube.com/watch?v=msP-qnj4_FwBeatles- Dig A Pony (rooftop concert for Let It Be)http://youtube.com/watch?v=A4wc8Fq7bEUBob Dylan- Oh, Sisterhttp://youtube.com/watch?v=RIKyaaVy--cHey you with the pretty face, Welcome to the human raceA Celebration, Mister Blue

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The 2 weeks I worked were weird, miserable, fun, intriguing, crazy, boring, dreamy. Tonight I actually miss the sight of glistening strands of piled spaghetti cooked in olive oil, the cheesy covering on crayfish, the carrots and broccoli on chicken primavera, the clanging of pots, sizzling pans, white chits that print out of tiny machines, the kids crayons and the neat slices of lemons in the

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Yes

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TTOW! I got the nac job. Which weirdly or not weirdly makes me look forward to being a waitress for 2 more weeks. Maybe on my last day hardly anyone besides the managers will know it's my last day and I'll slip away mysteriously, just someone who once worked there, was once in it, never to return except to eat there and have food orders taken by people I once almost knew, but didn't and not near

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There ain't no cure for the summertime bluesThe first day of work yesterday was just like a weird dream. Almost everyone working there is a guy. The guys are loud and the girls are demure. What I did all night was to be trained by a nepalese guy, both of us being the runners and serving the food all night. He taught me the names of the dishes and garnishing etc. I remember nodding so much I was

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I got a waitressing job!!!!!!Today is the day where I get sick of making tie-dye shirts. When I was making them today I felt like....a crazy.......chemist-robot. Precisely that. Mixing dye and salt and powder and stirring and wearing gloves. I felt like the robot maid in the jetsons. Bit deranged. I brought Abbey Road when I went to my auntie's house today and the crazy cousin played it over and

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Last night the PAP drove past in their lorry with the huge flag billowing in the wind, up the slope at my neighbourhood, waving to no visible person with the speakers blaring. And for that moment I wanted to be that icky teenage boy in one of those cheesy moments in those movies and shout 'YOU SUCK!' out of the second-floor window. Instead I humbly retired to my room and sat passively reading an

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Elections are exciting. I want to see what rallies are like. I try to ask my family who they are going to vote for but they keep saying it's secret until I feel like swatting a fly. Singapore is probably the only country in the world where the radio news reports that some party has been giving out fortune cookies and peanuts to residents and then interviewing someone to comment on that very

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Today is ben and jerry's free cone day and i made my grandmother, iz, and the flea go to the zoo for a cone. There was a girl tourist on the bus with vaguely dreadlocked blue hair and i asked her if she bleached it first and what other colours she got before and she looked at me and said 'shut up punk'. That was just a daydream. Though there was the girl. Well, whatever. As my wet-farting cousin

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I did it, i passed the LAST darn driving lesson. (excluding revision) I feel very bad though. At the start of the lesson i felt relieved that i had gotten the easy-going, happy indian guy again with a half mohawk and little curls at the end of it. He wasn't even mad the last time when i hit the pole and sort of chopped off the car mirror. He fixed it and laughed. And he's the only instructor who

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The party i did face-painting for on saturday was crazy. It was the most party-like party I've seen for kids. It was the very definition of a modern-day kids party. The theme was rock star, and when I went in to the red-carpeted cosy function room there were balloons hanging everywhere, the metallic anagram kind, in shapes of guitars and saxophones and normal balloons, with little anagram hearts

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Good things always happen when it rains. On Saturday my whole family went to visit my grandfather's grave (first time we all went at the same time) All my aunties, uncles and cousins gathered at my house and it was storming outside. We waited then piled up into 4 cars with umbrellas and drove through the crazy rain there. By the time we got there it was drizzling quite a bit. Everyone got out

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Doesn't it look delicious?

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There is a record store in the esplanade. It's nothing like what people from the sixties had or what you see in movies, the rather old-looking, authentic, neighbourhood corner store that teenagers and adults go to pore over the collection and pay in coins after school or during the weekends then tingle with excitement over their new record and bring it home, put it on the record player, lightly

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YOSSARIAN LIVESI used to like Holden. Now he seems a bit young. This is so horrible it makes me feel a bit nauseous. Catch-22 is the book I always dreamt would exist because it's absurd, ridiculous, funny, sad, about boys and about war (WWII). I love stuff like that. My driving instructor for today was obsessed about food. I was about to say that I think Singaporeans are ridiculously obsessed

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I wanna play cricket on the greenRide my bike across the streamCut myself and see my bloodI wanna come home all covered in mud>>>>THE WHO (I'M A BOY)I didn't get into brown despite wearing all my good luck charms all day yesterday dang it! Never mind, it only means that the power of the charms will be reserved for something else next time. I believe insanely in the power of good luck charms. If

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I'm going to make tie-dye t-shirts this week! Tying and mixing and stirring and then the glorious untying to reveal the burst of random marble pattern. I made 2 today, with dylon tartan green cold dye. Unfortunately I sprained my ol back. Never mind, it's an excuse to visit the chiropractor tomorrow for some shiok back-cracking and electric pulses in my back. I think I might make a little

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I just love that it was 50s week on american idol. The only thing better than 60s week, beatles week or bob dylan week (probably only the first can ever happen). If only someone did johnny cash prison songs. At the start of the prison live albums he goes 'hello I'm johnny cash'. 3 face-painting parties next month let's have a big hurray!!!!!!! The themes are: ROCK STAR PARTY (oooh...K.I.S.S.

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I DROVE IN THE CRAZY RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With my shrimpy middle-aged adorable chinese instructor (whom I got allocated a second time) going, "come on, heavy rain!" We drove on the road, but mainly around the driving centre, so it was just big wide stretches of road going round and round behind big buildings. I always thought it would be something to drive in heavy rain on a sunday afternoon. And

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Afternoon playtimeLove is in your own backyardhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/16059411@N00/112444110/

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She had simply asked him along because he was interested in life, the Universe, and everythingA few mornings ago, I woke up, trudged to the toilet and faced the dark and murky depths of my grandmother's urine in the toilet bowl. (People who don't flush deserve to be subject to smelling urinal ammonia for as long as it takes them to vomit) Which is actually far more traumatising than going to

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bookcrossing.com >>>> FREE YOUR BOOKS!First heard about this when desiree showed me a book with the book crossing label on it, that she found at starbucks which her coworkers were nonchalant about (as it apparently happens often), but it was her first encounter, so to speak. It's a site where you register any book you have, and then leave it anywhere in the world or pass it to anyone, and

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Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cupthey slither while they pass they slip awayacross the universe http://www.flickr.com/photos/16059411@N00/

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Almost everytime the past few months when I wait for a bus I wait so long it seems that I just missed it. It just seems so strange. Mr. E was at the pool again today. He always just lays there, skinny legs but old man's flabby stomach, very tan but splotchy, with a perverse moustache and messy hair, lying there reading a book with his hand holding it up against the sun. I wonder if he's reading

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If space-time is the 4th dimension, then the internet and websites would be the 5th dimension in the Universe! My drum teacher (watermelon-headed watery-eyed potato-shaped 55-year-old man) told me today that he was a 50s baby boomer and went travelling the world playing the drums in the 60s and it was a crazy time. I'm going to buy Cream and The Who. Buying cds is like a sacred act. You can only

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My mind has just been blown by reading what yuhui typed about Monash (where she is now like a ladybird in a 'lemon-scented lawn') having clubs like firetwirling and juggling society, creative anachronism-dressing up in medieval costumes and doing activities like ancient fighting, and alternative spiritualities (paganism, witchcraft). Only a crazy world is sane.Also, the milky way is one of

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This is completely strange! Some months ago I wrote in 2 nodes at everything2.com. I typed them in a state of sweet detatchedness. Both were completely dreamy and lush but also completely fluffy rubbish, which is actually somewhat a mix of what I think I am. One of them in 'the right way to take a bath' got 7+/9-, which means 7 people liked it and 9 didn't. And tonight I realised there's such a

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Record of first party I got hired to do face-painting for! :-DNumber of kids: Apparently 18, but seemed less. Only about 10 got themselves painted.Birthday Girl: SarahAges: 2-7The people: Danish! Which reminded me of Italian For Beginners (very famous Danish/Italian film). And a few Japanese.Things painted: Birthday girl wanted the ballerina eye thing (puzzling as the picture looks a bit strange)

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I think I am not meant to be a teacher. Teachers often use 'tricks' and ways to calm children down and make them listen and participate in an activity but I couldn't do anything like that. Yesterday I did speech and drama with this primary 2 class (THIRTY active kids) for an hour. It was great fun, but a disaster. During the class I really wished to just give up on the teaching and play with them

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I am exactly a month away from my holiday camps job. Last week was another movie-obsessive week. I watched Le Grand Voyage. I watched Beyond The Sea and Matchpoint on Friday. And I didn't watch the matchpoint show I initially bought a ticket for because I was going to miss the first ten minutes of it and that to me is complete wrongdoing to the movie!!!! So I tucked the ticket that wasn't meant

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Today is one of the few days ever since the holidays started that I feel truly happy and at peace from the time I woke up. The clouds were drifting and the yellow flowers were glowing from their high branches. I waited dully for the driving theory practice test to begin and did hundreds of questions repetitively, right after which I answered completely similar questions again for the theory trial

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I just made the smashing discovery that our house has an ancient 20-year old nearly-20-thick-dust-books volume of Encyclopaedia Brittanica. It is what people used before the internet. Hallelujah.

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He was frightfully happyToday I felt the tingly feeling a few times, all for different reasons. The most tingly of all was hearing Mr. Tambourine Man, the Rolling Thunder Revue version. Oh I love the tingly feeling. It leaves an aftereffect like cool melted ice cream swooshing in your dizzy head. I miss the Beatles. One of the few things I really like talking about is the beatles. As wa-keen said

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Does she look like me?????Neverland Pirate song-Saturday night, Saturday nightO I feel such a frightWithout anyone to hold me tight.The sun is setting on NeverlandThe crocodile waits for Hook in the seaWe sit here and eat honey-buttered peasBut oh we don't feel sweet at allWe don't feel sweet at all

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Motley CrewI could not escape saying happy new year at least 30 times yesterday, or giving fake smiles to people who say it to me. Dammit! I wonder why I like chinese new year besides the food and dressing up with my cousins. I can't eat madly and pleasurably this time because of my bad throat. All the food waiting for me downstairs and in people's houses.....just sitting, and waiting. Very sad.

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Billy Crudup played Kynaston in Stage Beauty and Russell in Almost Famous!!!!!!!! How is that?

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Movies I've watched mostly for the first time, since the A-levels ended, or almost did: Harold & Maude, Rock School, Pride & Prejudice, School of Rock, Sky High, Good Morning Vietnam, Down With Love, Love Actually, The Chronicles of Narnia, You've Got Mail, The Spanish Apartment, Coffee & Cigarettes, Wallace & Gromit, Sliding Doors, Italian For Beginners, Elizabethtown, Broken Flowers, Le Divorce

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The show that I feel most for now is the 7-up series now that project runway has ended. It's on arts central on thursday at 10pm, a documentary that began with interviewing a group of british kids when they were 7 in 1964, asking them about their ambitions and lives and ideas and then done every 7 years . Today was the second episode of when they're 35. It's just amazing what they say when

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WILD CATMy grandmother just scolded me for not making the bed perfectly and for being uselessly without a job. I've been doing housework since the new maid and hopefully the last maid my family will ever have though probably not, but for me maybe because I will never hire a maid, and to recover the sentence, since the new maid isn't here yet. I make the beds every morning, and I went from an

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Bob Dylan ZOOM IN

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Today I learnt how to ride a two-wheel bicycle!!!!!!!!!!!!! To me, this is, FINALLY!!!! I've waited so long for this!!!!!!!!!!!! I always knew I would love riding a bicycle. I just thought of what liping told me: 'don't think you're gonna fall...don't think you're gonna fall....' My cousins ran by me and shouted 'go! go! faster!' and we did go, for almost a km without all the adults, just us

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'Beyond The Sea' was originally 'La Mer' written by Charles Trenet and Leo Chauliac on a train ride, and is about how the sea has affected a man. It was popular in France in the late 40s and 50s maybe. The English version was written by Jack Lawrence and later sang by Bobby Darin, and has a love story in it. Here is the translation of the original 'La Mer': The seawhich one sees dancing along the

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Did someone in a movie talk about watching people walk away till you can't see them? I can't remember now but it always happens to me. Not to people I know of course. To strangers that when I get on a train, I can't help but look at them till they get off and look at them till they walk away and disappear and it's the last time I'll probably ever see them again. And this probably sounds crazed

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I watched A Knight's Tale today and ohhhhhh I just love it. It's fantastic and raw and aggressive. I love medieval times. All that icky hair and dirty clothes and no plumbing and shouting and roaring. Completely REAL!!!!!!! And the next project sort of thing I am wanting to do is to become an expert in 60s and some 70s music. I've mainly listened to the beatles, the innocent sounding happy songs

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Wet Wet WetWhat a name. I watched Four Weddings and a Funeral today. I have fell into the movie's sort of purpose and want to get married but then I always wanted to. I'll have 7 bridesmaids, because it's a good number. I also watched About A Boy today, which makes me sound like a hugh grant obsessed person. I love the songs in it, and the boy's hair and clothes and his mother's clothes (yeti

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Taking a bath on a rainy day is surprising and rejuvenating. Everything smells twice as good. I can smell the raspberry, grapeseed and milk and AIR better. Especially after a day where bad and crazy things happened. If those things didn't happen, maybe my bath wouldn't have been so good, I don't know. After my family's maid went quite hysterical, I escaped out of the house to give measley tuition

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I watched Elizabethtown yesterday and Broken Flowers today. All alone. I get very aware of people talking during the movie and it kills me. Sometimes movies are meant to be watched with a lot of people making noise but sometimes it's meant to be seen completely selfishly alone so that you can soak up every tiny darn thing that the people who made the movie spent months perfecting. Elizabethtown

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They just met this morning, everybody!!!!!I went for my first drum lesson today. It was 30 minutes long. The cranky nice old man spent 15 minutes talking. And he basically begun by telling me that once you see the world, you will find that it is nothing much. I nodded my head and smiled and made a few comments. And I told him I don't like bonds because it's restraining and he said, why? you want

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Life is a dreamhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/16059411@N00/sets/1738900/ This whole photo editing thing is fascinating. One of the rat race rich men's bet: 'First, we get naked. Then, we....we put on sailor caps. Th..then, we get into a tub full of peptobismol. Then, I..I clean your toes while you shh..shave my..my buttocks. How much will that cost?' The end of rat race is my favourite ever movie

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can you guess what the animals are? (besides the fairy baby who whispered about 20 times 'I want doll' and changed her mind and admired herself in the mirror endlessly)Life is the warm yellow pee flowing down a scared child's legs

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not that i bought it.Life is the vitamin c tablet that fizzles on your tongue every morning

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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

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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

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Try my lovely nutsHohoho! 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

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Is it twelve? It sure doesn't feel like Christmas. Months ago listening to christmas music during torturous studying felt more like christmas. Anyhow, of course, I bought the book. It's so thick and the pages so thin and the words so round and slender. I wonder why Unchained Melody is playing at this time. Christmas this year couldn't be more like normal days. Exactly one year ago this time I was

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P.S. My auntie just swung round to give me christmas money and a present, that she said her whole family, as they walked past it, was convinced I would love to play with it. I find this very puzzling indeed since it turns out to be coloured dough with moulds for making snacks like cake, ice cream and biscuits.

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'Whee,' whispered Dean very softlyOn The Road is the most fantastic thing. I had to go sit on the toilet bowl and finish it in peace. I had to shut my eyes tight to imagine what they were doing. It's so sad you can't cry and so happy you can't whoop. Dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!No backpacker's hostel job. My father (can I call him something else? What about brown egg) is completely against it.

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I got an interview at the backpackers' hostel!!!!!!!!!! YAHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! today's art: crocodile on cheek (my favourite ever), snowman on cheek, christmas tree on cheek. Desiree made us on the sims and a bunch of others from our class. thing is, we made conan and arika last week but they were teens and the game required them to have an adult so i came up with harris. THEN, the game

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TODAY'S ART:CRAZY DAISY BOWLSoulful OGREDOLLI am hung up on papier mache, face-painting, On The Road, Scrubs, TV, movies, practising drums, swimming, dreaming of adventures. It's funny having so many of these THINGS at once. But I'd drop all of this to travel around the world madly right now.

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I just found the perfect job. It is what I scour the Classifieds everyday for nothing for. But i found it tonight. Backpacker's hostel!!!!!!! It's a place in katong that has bunks, very nice living room, leisure room, services like laundry, internet etc. and even has guides to show the backpackers around singapore. It would be fun everyday. And I could learn backpacking tips. I just sent them a '

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This morning I spent hours doing papier mache. If you are patient, it is incredibly therapeutic. It takes about 2 hours to do 6 layers for a bowl, and that's just the basic part of the bowl. I'm spending my post a level time doing art and craft like a granny who knits!!!!!!Anyway, in complete contrast to sitting down and dipping strips of paper in a mix and pasting it over something repeatedly

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I have just obsessively searched an insane number of insane links on short hair. Go here. http://members.aol.com/deppitybob/shlu/PAGEONE.html Title is: SHORT HAIR LOVERS UNITE!!!!! It's like a short hair cult, or gang or gathering and it is hilarious. Lots of crazy pictures and stuff everywhere. Many sites' pictures are mainly photos that are obviously from the 70s or 80s or early 90s. Go here, a

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FIRST TRY!!!!!!!!CRAZY BUTTERFLYBeautiful ballerinahere, mousey!The first is an imitation variation, while the second and third are copied from books. More practice tomorrow!!!!! A boy who wants a butterfly...... DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN BUY FACE PAINTS?!?!?!!! I have no red, and those I'm using now are about 6 years old though very good. And my grandmother did not scream at all about the

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i've got myself stuck in a ruti've got myself stuck in a rutstuckin a rutin a ruta rut.....................Did you know that a teenage boy masturbating can get a heart attack and die?I swear to try not to chat online anymore. I just watched 2 shows on john lennon. one all about the song Give peace a chance. The other one was all about the 'imagine' album. Someone said the bed-in was ironic as it

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This is HILARIOUSfound on imdb.com:(About Matthew Macfayden as Mr. Darcy. Note: CF refers to Colin Firth who was darcy years ago in bbc version)i agree! he's fantastic! i saw the movie a few weeks ago, and im going 2 see it again soon! evry time i see the trailer on tv.... OMG!!! i havent seen CF as Darcy , but i was blown away by mcfadyen! oh, gosh, you MUST see colin firth as darcy!! i

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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."-- "On The Road” I am loving on the road. Sal is travelling across America on the road. Whoopee! The

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Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes, there beneath the blue suburban skieshttp://music.msn.com/music/lennonessayone

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I watched Pride & Prejudice today. It was as the review on the poster said 'SIMPLY AND ABSOLUTELY GLORIOUS'. I know i always say i love every single movie i watch, but this was special. Some review said it isn't for true 'Austenites' (not that i'm one, and what a crazy term) but the setting and everything was just in its own way so lovely, and wholesome and raw. Even if it wasn't an accurate

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