You've been waiting for me
I've seen you around
This is your call
I've been waiting for you
Take this chance
I'm good at it
A lot has been happening. work. Non-work. Life. Nothingness. Wish I could go back to that day in JB when I was torn between going to the massage parlour and having a cup of coffee/cigarette. Not good options, are they? My self-control is totally gone. I don't know where it went. My neighbour died, so everytime I return home there are dozens of cars and people sitting around blocking my car's path. The lady died, so it's tradition to have a wake which last several days. What could I do? The fasting month is fast approaching, but I'm eating and eating. I haven't exercised in ages. I feel like I'm 50.
Notice it, ramblinging? I'm writing in mostly short sentences. I need inspiration:
He looked out through the open door of the cafe. It was hard to believe it was November. A brilliant sun glittered off the water. A passenger plane wheeled through the sky, very low, droning quietly towards Nice airport. A seagull landed on top of a flagpole and folded its wings. Policemen wearing baseball caps gave directions to tourists on bicycles. It was an attractive scene, but Sam was already bored with it. He thought of the book in his jacket pocket. It was A. J. Ayer's "The Central Questions of Philosophy", which he'd found in a book shop on the Rue de France the day before for only ten francs. He felt like reading the book now, but he knew that Helen would be offended. She'd already been offended the night before, when she'd come out of the bathroom dressed in a tee-shirt and knickers to find him reading in bed. He'd continued to read as she moved around the room, hanging up clothes and looking at the things she'd bought during the day. Eventually she'd said, "You must find me really boring, if you prefer that book." Sam had put the book down. "Sorry," he said. "I was just skimming through the first chapter while you were in the shower, and I got bogged down in Zeno's paradoxes."
More inspiration:
LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE movie review:
It sounds puke-awful: a formula farce about a dysfunctional family from New Mexico that hops in a VW bus and heads to California, where seven-year-old Olive (Abigail Breslin) will enter the Little Miss Sunshine beauty pageant and teach her elders what really matters in life.
Surprise. Instead of yuck, we get something wonderful: a scrappy human comedy that takes an honest path to laughs and is twice as funny and touching for it. First-time screenwriter Michael Arndt -- remember the name -- has lucked out with a dream cast. Besides Breslin, there's Greg Kinnear as Dad, a motivational speaker nearing meltdown, and as Mom the superb Toni Collette, just the actress to expose the fissures in a marriage with a glance. Along for the ride are Paul Dano as their alienated teen son, Alan Arkin as Dad's junkie father and a deadpan-hilarious Steve Carell as Mom's brother, a Proust scholar who's been suicidal since his studly boyfriend dumped him. First-time directors Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris -- their background is in music videos -- avoid flash to get close to the places in the heart that bruise. Their debut is more than promising. No wonder this Little Miss was loved at Sundance. It's National Lampoon's Family Vacation with soul.
PETER TRAVERS
(Posted: Jul 20, 2006)
--------maybe after this I'll be in the mood to write. Right now I just want to go to 7-eleven, buy Iced Nescafe (mind you, it's 11.55pm), get home, and hope the crowd is gone at my neighbour's house, bathe, look lovingly at the mess known as my house and then watch either Gilmore Girls Season 4, Madonna's the Girlie Show 1993, Scrubs season 2, or some movie I have,. Ciao amigos..
I've seen you around
This is your call
I've been waiting for you
Take this chance
I'm good at it
A lot has been happening. work. Non-work. Life. Nothingness. Wish I could go back to that day in JB when I was torn between going to the massage parlour and having a cup of coffee/cigarette. Not good options, are they? My self-control is totally gone. I don't know where it went. My neighbour died, so everytime I return home there are dozens of cars and people sitting around blocking my car's path. The lady died, so it's tradition to have a wake which last several days. What could I do? The fasting month is fast approaching, but I'm eating and eating. I haven't exercised in ages. I feel like I'm 50.
Notice it, ramblinging? I'm writing in mostly short sentences. I need inspiration:
He looked out through the open door of the cafe. It was hard to believe it was November. A brilliant sun glittered off the water. A passenger plane wheeled through the sky, very low, droning quietly towards Nice airport. A seagull landed on top of a flagpole and folded its wings. Policemen wearing baseball caps gave directions to tourists on bicycles. It was an attractive scene, but Sam was already bored with it. He thought of the book in his jacket pocket. It was A. J. Ayer's "The Central Questions of Philosophy", which he'd found in a book shop on the Rue de France the day before for only ten francs. He felt like reading the book now, but he knew that Helen would be offended. She'd already been offended the night before, when she'd come out of the bathroom dressed in a tee-shirt and knickers to find him reading in bed. He'd continued to read as she moved around the room, hanging up clothes and looking at the things she'd bought during the day. Eventually she'd said, "You must find me really boring, if you prefer that book." Sam had put the book down. "Sorry," he said. "I was just skimming through the first chapter while you were in the shower, and I got bogged down in Zeno's paradoxes."
More inspiration:
LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE movie review:
It sounds puke-awful: a formula farce about a dysfunctional family from New Mexico that hops in a VW bus and heads to California, where seven-year-old Olive (Abigail Breslin) will enter the Little Miss Sunshine beauty pageant and teach her elders what really matters in life.
Surprise. Instead of yuck, we get something wonderful: a scrappy human comedy that takes an honest path to laughs and is twice as funny and touching for it. First-time screenwriter Michael Arndt -- remember the name -- has lucked out with a dream cast. Besides Breslin, there's Greg Kinnear as Dad, a motivational speaker nearing meltdown, and as Mom the superb Toni Collette, just the actress to expose the fissures in a marriage with a glance. Along for the ride are Paul Dano as their alienated teen son, Alan Arkin as Dad's junkie father and a deadpan-hilarious Steve Carell as Mom's brother, a Proust scholar who's been suicidal since his studly boyfriend dumped him. First-time directors Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris -- their background is in music videos -- avoid flash to get close to the places in the heart that bruise. Their debut is more than promising. No wonder this Little Miss was loved at Sundance. It's National Lampoon's Family Vacation with soul.
PETER TRAVERS
(Posted: Jul 20, 2006)
--------maybe after this I'll be in the mood to write. Right now I just want to go to 7-eleven, buy Iced Nescafe (mind you, it's 11.55pm), get home, and hope the crowd is gone at my neighbour's house, bathe, look lovingly at the mess known as my house and then watch either Gilmore Girls Season 4, Madonna's the Girlie Show 1993, Scrubs season 2, or some movie I have,. Ciao amigos..
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