I'm going to channel all of my current frustrations, annoyances and general dispositions into the tears I shed repeatedly throughout Wall-E. Wow that movie really broke my heart. But on closer observances, Chris and I went to see it on a Sunday night, where it was a packed cinema, and notably only 4 children were in attendance. The rest, were born between the years of 1975-1985, who would have all stated E.T. as one of their top 5 favourite movies. The film garnered applause at the end with virtually all the women crying. I had to rest for a minute because I was overwhelmed. It was lovely. A good sense of purging emotion.
And another way. Eat them. I've just received the best east end pie and mash for lunch.
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Wednesday, 23 July 2008
Monday, 7 July 2008
because I'm bored and Chris is playing PES and at least it's something new
What is your favorite song of all time?
Flo-rida: Low
What is your favorite color?
red and purple
Why are you taking this interview?
Stolen from Pez's facebook and I'm bored, not working and prefer not to watch my bf play PES.
who do you count on when feeling down
My mum and Chris
do you plan in advance
I try to, yes
Do you hold hands when you walk in public?
International rules, maybe. Depends on location and if I'm in heels.
How many hobbies do you have
None? I think at 24 the things you do daily that you enjoy aren't called hobbies any longer, they're more a way of life.
Close your eyes for a moment, who pops into your head?
Jeff Goldblum
Do you say "I love you" in the relationship?
Indeed.
Aliens have landed and selected you to visit their home planet. Do you go with them?
Depends on the type: Independence Day aliens; no. Close Encounters of the Third Kind aliens; yes
Describe your perfect Sunday morning?
Brunch, DVD in my pjs.
If you could be successful at any job in the world, what would that job be?
Playwright
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Some regent chateau in Luxembourg
If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?
Chris. For self-important reasons.
If you have friends coming for supper what would you cook?
We'd potluck, too many vegetarians to keep track of.
What makes you laugh?
Chris yelling at the Wii. Chris throughout the day really.
If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be?
Giraffe or hippo
If you won the lottery, how would you spend your millions?
This has been plotted many times; properties in London, Midlands, Toronto, NYC, Paris. Take our friends on a cruise, become eccentrics.
Do you believe that the cup is half empty or half full?
Dependent on context.
What do you do for fun?
Movies, music, Wii, pub quizzes, read
Are you an outdoor or an indoor person
Indoor.
If you had only six months to live, what would you do first?
Wallow in self-pity
Do you own any pets, and if so what do you have?
My mum has a dog. I miss my Monty.
Do you have any tattoos, and if so what and where?
No, nearly.
When do you plan on getting married?
Well either in September or in a few years.
What size shoe do you wear?
7 US 5 UK 38 ITL
Water or 100% Juice?
water
Would you rather be hot or cold?
cold.
Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?
a leg.
Favorite Place to Eat?
Les Trois Garcons in London
Opera, Musical, Concert, Play, Performance, or Other?
A decent play or a decent opera.
What is your favorite clothing brand?
This is more difficult to answer than the half empty/half full question
Most Memorable Past?
Red Square Fridays; 90s night with Tom; Meeting Chris for the first time; NYE 2007
Most embarrassing moment?
Saying 'blow job' in front on Chris' parents after we had been for a boozy dinner. I don't know how we started talking about this but I was fueled on red wine and was telling the story of a boy in my gr. 6 class who had put in the Sex Ed question box: 'what is a blow job?' when he clearly knew what one was. In the middle of telling this story, I realised that the words 'blow job' would be said and no sooner had the words escaped my lips, I wanted to take it all back. Chris reminded me of this story the other day. I still turned red.
If you had to pick one car, which would it be?
A vintage Jaguar, from the 60s.
Your favorite Disney Films?
Dumbo (but I'm not allowed to watch it anymore after my recent tearful outburst) and Alice in Wonderland. Finding Nemo and Toy Story are quite good as well.
Favorite element?
Hydrogen (H)- being the first element and all?
Firefox, Internet Explorer, Netscape, or other?
Safari
Juice and crackers or milk and cookies?
milk and cookies
Favorite fruit?
Strawberries.
Which is worse? A bad laugh or a bad cough?
Bad cough.
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Dog.
Would you rather be blind or deaf?
Not being able to hear music would be frustrating, but not be able to see stuff is I think, worse. I could always lose my sense of articulation.
Define yourself in 3 words...
a little honeybear
Do you eat cold cereal at night?
anytime really
What is your favorite TV show?
Curb your Enthusiasm
Kill the spider or let it out?
Get the boyfriend to take care of it
Do you shower every single day?
Yes, usually
Walking past a beggar, spare change or ignore?
This is genuinely tricky, but I'm always polite.
Where do you want to travel next?
Berlin or Buenos Aires
What is your favorite food?
Steak and asparagus
Do you read harry potter books?
No, but I like the movies.
What is your favorite place?
I very much love Paris and London however there are so many more place that I want to go, where I haven't been.
If you could have one super human power what would you choose?
Read minds and grant wishes (to myself and others)
Have you had a beer in the last week?
No, not surprisingly
Vitamin Water or Gatorade?
If pushed, Gatorade, but still to sweet
Favorite body part?
Feet and noses
Flip flops or sandles?
I prefer sandals spelt correctly
What do you do on fridays?
Depends on the Friday. Last I played poor drunken chess and met with friends and discussed conspiracy theories then played Wii until the wee hours of the morning. No irony there unfortunately.
Do you like bananas?
They are the absolute worst.
How tall are you?
5'6 ish?
Flo-rida: Low
What is your favorite color?
red and purple
Why are you taking this interview?
Stolen from Pez's facebook and I'm bored, not working and prefer not to watch my bf play PES.
who do you count on when feeling down
My mum and Chris
do you plan in advance
I try to, yes
Do you hold hands when you walk in public?
International rules, maybe. Depends on location and if I'm in heels.
How many hobbies do you have
None? I think at 24 the things you do daily that you enjoy aren't called hobbies any longer, they're more a way of life.
Close your eyes for a moment, who pops into your head?
Jeff Goldblum
Do you say "I love you" in the relationship?
Indeed.
Aliens have landed and selected you to visit their home planet. Do you go with them?
Depends on the type: Independence Day aliens; no. Close Encounters of the Third Kind aliens; yes
Describe your perfect Sunday morning?
Brunch, DVD in my pjs.
If you could be successful at any job in the world, what would that job be?
Playwright
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Some regent chateau in Luxembourg
If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?
Chris. For self-important reasons.
If you have friends coming for supper what would you cook?
We'd potluck, too many vegetarians to keep track of.
What makes you laugh?
Chris yelling at the Wii. Chris throughout the day really.
If you were an animal in the wild, what would you be?
Giraffe or hippo
If you won the lottery, how would you spend your millions?
This has been plotted many times; properties in London, Midlands, Toronto, NYC, Paris. Take our friends on a cruise, become eccentrics.
Do you believe that the cup is half empty or half full?
Dependent on context.
What do you do for fun?
Movies, music, Wii, pub quizzes, read
Are you an outdoor or an indoor person
Indoor.
If you had only six months to live, what would you do first?
Wallow in self-pity
Do you own any pets, and if so what do you have?
My mum has a dog. I miss my Monty.
Do you have any tattoos, and if so what and where?
No, nearly.
When do you plan on getting married?
Well either in September or in a few years.
What size shoe do you wear?
7 US 5 UK 38 ITL
Water or 100% Juice?
water
Would you rather be hot or cold?
cold.
Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?
a leg.
Favorite Place to Eat?
Les Trois Garcons in London
Opera, Musical, Concert, Play, Performance, or Other?
A decent play or a decent opera.
What is your favorite clothing brand?
This is more difficult to answer than the half empty/half full question
Most Memorable Past?
Red Square Fridays; 90s night with Tom; Meeting Chris for the first time; NYE 2007
Most embarrassing moment?
Saying 'blow job' in front on Chris' parents after we had been for a boozy dinner. I don't know how we started talking about this but I was fueled on red wine and was telling the story of a boy in my gr. 6 class who had put in the Sex Ed question box: 'what is a blow job?' when he clearly knew what one was. In the middle of telling this story, I realised that the words 'blow job' would be said and no sooner had the words escaped my lips, I wanted to take it all back. Chris reminded me of this story the other day. I still turned red.
If you had to pick one car, which would it be?
A vintage Jaguar, from the 60s.
Your favorite Disney Films?
Dumbo (but I'm not allowed to watch it anymore after my recent tearful outburst) and Alice in Wonderland. Finding Nemo and Toy Story are quite good as well.
Favorite element?
Hydrogen (H)- being the first element and all?
Firefox, Internet Explorer, Netscape, or other?
Safari
Juice and crackers or milk and cookies?
milk and cookies
Favorite fruit?
Strawberries.
Which is worse? A bad laugh or a bad cough?
Bad cough.
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Dog.
Would you rather be blind or deaf?
Not being able to hear music would be frustrating, but not be able to see stuff is I think, worse. I could always lose my sense of articulation.
Define yourself in 3 words...
a little honeybear
Do you eat cold cereal at night?
anytime really
What is your favorite TV show?
Curb your Enthusiasm
Kill the spider or let it out?
Get the boyfriend to take care of it
Do you shower every single day?
Yes, usually
Walking past a beggar, spare change or ignore?
This is genuinely tricky, but I'm always polite.
Where do you want to travel next?
Berlin or Buenos Aires
What is your favorite food?
Steak and asparagus
Do you read harry potter books?
No, but I like the movies.
What is your favorite place?
I very much love Paris and London however there are so many more place that I want to go, where I haven't been.
If you could have one super human power what would you choose?
Read minds and grant wishes (to myself and others)
Have you had a beer in the last week?
No, not surprisingly
Vitamin Water or Gatorade?
If pushed, Gatorade, but still to sweet
Favorite body part?
Feet and noses
Flip flops or sandles?
I prefer sandals spelt correctly
What do you do on fridays?
Depends on the Friday. Last I played poor drunken chess and met with friends and discussed conspiracy theories then played Wii until the wee hours of the morning. No irony there unfortunately.
Do you like bananas?
They are the absolute worst.
How tall are you?
5'6 ish?
very dull but quite happy
Days of yore.
I think this whole nostalgia thing has a bit to do with my trying to reach Brynn a few nights ago whilst she's in Taiwan and I'm here and realising that we I haven't heard her voice in two years. And realising then how much has changed in that time. And how two years is a bit of a geographic anomaly along with being a timeframe. But ultimately realising that it's tricky to call Taiwan, made even harder when someone leaves their mobile off and a Taiwanese operator speaks to you.
My personal life is nearly perfect, except for being in the throws of a emotionally violent catch 22. I've grown tired of the bureaucracy of the UK however I am continuing my fight for free work (not working for free). And over pints, glasses of wine and three very poorly played chess matches, Chris and I came to our ultimate decision on what we're going to do.
And lately we've playing the "would you break up with me if" game. On really funny, irreverent, non-negotiables Chris has narrowed his break-up clause to Stepford Wife, wide-eyed wake up calls and genuinely enjoying Flo-Rida (i.e. all time favourite). We're quite dark evidently.
My days are now spent mostly inside of my own head, and I'm reading more. And running everyday now. And I can't believe that Nadal beat Federer. And I can't wait for the Olympics. And to just feel that everything has settled back down again.
New fears far from nostalgia... Am I becoming trite?
I think this whole nostalgia thing has a bit to do with my trying to reach Brynn a few nights ago whilst she's in Taiwan and I'm here and realising that we I haven't heard her voice in two years. And realising then how much has changed in that time. And how two years is a bit of a geographic anomaly along with being a timeframe. But ultimately realising that it's tricky to call Taiwan, made even harder when someone leaves their mobile off and a Taiwanese operator speaks to you.
My personal life is nearly perfect, except for being in the throws of a emotionally violent catch 22. I've grown tired of the bureaucracy of the UK however I am continuing my fight for free work (not working for free). And over pints, glasses of wine and three very poorly played chess matches, Chris and I came to our ultimate decision on what we're going to do.
And lately we've playing the "would you break up with me if" game. On really funny, irreverent, non-negotiables Chris has narrowed his break-up clause to Stepford Wife, wide-eyed wake up calls and genuinely enjoying Flo-Rida (i.e. all time favourite). We're quite dark evidently.
My days are now spent mostly inside of my own head, and I'm reading more. And running everyday now. And I can't believe that Nadal beat Federer. And I can't wait for the Olympics. And to just feel that everything has settled back down again.
New fears far from nostalgia... Am I becoming trite?
Thursday, 26 June 2008
Sunday, 22 June 2008
fahrenheit
I've made peace with unemployment; one part Aristotelian stoicism; two parts Summer Olympics and being able to watch all the coverage; three parts Wimbledon starting tomorrow. Also I won't have to spend £95 on a monthly travel. I do feel positive for September but I never knew the stress and ulcers that can be caused for being a citizen of the world. I didn't think of myself as the 'corporate ladder' girl or even a career seeking but as soon as it's quickly stripped away, it just became insanely Joni Mitchell.
And now I'm staring at my room sideways, alone, in pjs, and was scrolling through past pictures on Facebook of my old elementary school, being annoyingly nostalgic, cold hands which are causing frustrating typos, on tip toes trying to play vinyl, next trying to figure out Chris' demented turn-table that evidently can start automatically itself, listening to the Black Lips, have spoken with my mother already twice this weekend. Once during job hell, other during hell of my own creation. i.e. Friday afternoon, fire alarm goes off whilst I am playing Pez via Wii internet thingy on Maria Kart. Alarm has now been buzzing for about 7 minutes, Chris' mum calls and I speak with her whilst juggling Wii remote and race. Decide that I should maybe investigate this alarm, open my flat door and see half my flatblock running outside, panic, swear, throw on my shoes, start searching for my bloody keys, which are of course hidden under paper (bureaucratic nightmare), grab my phone, run on to our outdoor hallway balcony, I start shaking. Go to the door to run down the stairs, smoke then billows out, and I'm stuck. I see people on the upper deck, completely unphased, I call Chris, he's nearly home. There are 4 fire brigades, an ambulance and countless police cars blocking off the street. Chris arrives, tells me to go down the fire escape (I clearly lose all logic when it comes to a crisis...), then we chat with our neighbour, I see I left our kitchen window open (fire 101, elementary school fire drills: 1st tip- close the windows), panic. We grab a drink at our old man pub across the road, Broadway market crazy comes and sits at our table, when then accuses Chris of thinking she was trying to steal his bag because he moved seats to sit next to me, I calm her down, the fill her mobile phone with a paper voucher, drink a white wine, leave one sip, for Broadway market crazy to ask if she can have it, I oblige, she then spits it back into the glass saying it's the worst thing she's ever tasted (doubt to be true).
Then for the rest of the weekend, I've been milking sympathy and just attention-seeking, reminiscing to Chris 'how I died in a fire'. Supremely lucid thoughts are penetrating through now. I think this two month gap is where both of our dreams can come true; lots of editing.
And now I'm staring at my room sideways, alone, in pjs, and was scrolling through past pictures on Facebook of my old elementary school, being annoyingly nostalgic, cold hands which are causing frustrating typos, on tip toes trying to play vinyl, next trying to figure out Chris' demented turn-table that evidently can start automatically itself, listening to the Black Lips, have spoken with my mother already twice this weekend. Once during job hell, other during hell of my own creation. i.e. Friday afternoon, fire alarm goes off whilst I am playing Pez via Wii internet thingy on Maria Kart. Alarm has now been buzzing for about 7 minutes, Chris' mum calls and I speak with her whilst juggling Wii remote and race. Decide that I should maybe investigate this alarm, open my flat door and see half my flatblock running outside, panic, swear, throw on my shoes, start searching for my bloody keys, which are of course hidden under paper (bureaucratic nightmare), grab my phone, run on to our outdoor hallway balcony, I start shaking. Go to the door to run down the stairs, smoke then billows out, and I'm stuck. I see people on the upper deck, completely unphased, I call Chris, he's nearly home. There are 4 fire brigades, an ambulance and countless police cars blocking off the street. Chris arrives, tells me to go down the fire escape (I clearly lose all logic when it comes to a crisis...), then we chat with our neighbour, I see I left our kitchen window open (fire 101, elementary school fire drills: 1st tip- close the windows), panic. We grab a drink at our old man pub across the road, Broadway market crazy comes and sits at our table, when then accuses Chris of thinking she was trying to steal his bag because he moved seats to sit next to me, I calm her down, the fill her mobile phone with a paper voucher, drink a white wine, leave one sip, for Broadway market crazy to ask if she can have it, I oblige, she then spits it back into the glass saying it's the worst thing she's ever tasted (doubt to be true).
Then for the rest of the weekend, I've been milking sympathy and just attention-seeking, reminiscing to Chris 'how I died in a fire'. Supremely lucid thoughts are penetrating through now. I think this two month gap is where both of our dreams can come true; lots of editing.
Thursday, 19 June 2008
permiable
I've just reached a pinnacle stage in my life where I think that I'm actually younger than my parents believe.
I was speaking with my dad on the phone on Sunday and we were discussing some of my friends having babies, and his assistant who is around 21 just having a baby as well and I said 'how would you feel if I was pregnant now?' which I thought was a moderately uneasy question which would cause a bit of panic but he responded 'you're 23, I know that you would be able to take care of baby and be a good mother'. I was shocked. My dad now thinks that I am old enough to have a child and in fact nearly condones it. I personally don't feel ready at all to have a baby even though my maternal instinct is in hyper-drive.
Next, I am going through some turmoil at work as my work visa has currently run out and we're seeking sponsorship however I've had to take a leave of absence and therefore will not be earning over the next few months, that is if this sponsorship can actually come through. Yesterday, quite traumatic however I came home and spoke with my mum who said to just get married. And I replied 'don't you think I'm too young to get married?' and her response true to my parental conform was 'you're 23 and in a loving relationship, you've lived with your boyfriend for a year and a half and intend to get married anyway, what difference does it make if you do it now at city hall then in a few years have a proper wedding ceremony?'
My ultimate question that I doubt I'll ever be able to answer is when did I grow up? Apparently now there really isn't anything that could shock my parents. If I came home and said I was pregnant it would be joyous and if I was married, it would be wonderful. It just seems a bit odd to me. Well I am out of work in the UK for at least 2 months so I"ll have plenty of time to think about it.
I was speaking with my dad on the phone on Sunday and we were discussing some of my friends having babies, and his assistant who is around 21 just having a baby as well and I said 'how would you feel if I was pregnant now?' which I thought was a moderately uneasy question which would cause a bit of panic but he responded 'you're 23, I know that you would be able to take care of baby and be a good mother'. I was shocked. My dad now thinks that I am old enough to have a child and in fact nearly condones it. I personally don't feel ready at all to have a baby even though my maternal instinct is in hyper-drive.
Next, I am going through some turmoil at work as my work visa has currently run out and we're seeking sponsorship however I've had to take a leave of absence and therefore will not be earning over the next few months, that is if this sponsorship can actually come through. Yesterday, quite traumatic however I came home and spoke with my mum who said to just get married. And I replied 'don't you think I'm too young to get married?' and her response true to my parental conform was 'you're 23 and in a loving relationship, you've lived with your boyfriend for a year and a half and intend to get married anyway, what difference does it make if you do it now at city hall then in a few years have a proper wedding ceremony?'
My ultimate question that I doubt I'll ever be able to answer is when did I grow up? Apparently now there really isn't anything that could shock my parents. If I came home and said I was pregnant it would be joyous and if I was married, it would be wonderful. It just seems a bit odd to me. Well I am out of work in the UK for at least 2 months so I"ll have plenty of time to think about it.
Monday, 16 June 2008
Sunday, 11 May 2008
sunny daze
I'm on holiday. My dad and Ellaine are here in London now as well and it's so hot outside. Enter stage left Chris' parents for the crucial meet and greet. I think it went well and I told Chris he absolutely has to marry me now because I don't think I can go through the trauma and embarrassment of sets of parents meeting again.
Half a bottle of wine, we're on the hot streets by Columbia Flower Market, slowly digesting Argentinian steaks and wandering aimlessly which feels like the general gist right now. I am brutally aware, far beyond conscious, of something that is driving me to tear up on public transport.
On a much better note, we went to see Persepolis tonight and thought it was fantastic.
And on a supremely happy note, I have next week off and I'm heading to Paris on Thursday morning for a long weekend. And yesterday I rescued a friend and think I sent her off on her holiday on a much happier note, one with piece of mind. Tomorrow I'm going to lie on London Fields and read all day.
Half a bottle of wine, we're on the hot streets by Columbia Flower Market, slowly digesting Argentinian steaks and wandering aimlessly which feels like the general gist right now. I am brutally aware, far beyond conscious, of something that is driving me to tear up on public transport.
On a much better note, we went to see Persepolis tonight and thought it was fantastic.
And on a supremely happy note, I have next week off and I'm heading to Paris on Thursday morning for a long weekend. And yesterday I rescued a friend and think I sent her off on her holiday on a much happier note, one with piece of mind. Tomorrow I'm going to lie on London Fields and read all day.
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