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July 1, 2005

sadness

I hate that feeling you get after seeing a movie that makes you want to crawl into a little ball and die. In a hole. Or outside a hole. Doesn't matter really.

...don't worry, I didn't get that feeling. I saw Samaritan Girl this past Wednesday with Carol, an old friend from TAS. First thing: it's always amazing to see old friends from TAS. Even though I may not have seen them in months or years (in Carol's case, it's been about 10 months), things automatically click. As they should. I'm lucky to know people like Carol.

So, the movie. Well. It's not bad; it's just not my kind of movie. I'm not sure who I'd recommend this movie to besides people who love all kinds of movies. Or people who know Korean. It's beautifully shot, has great acting, a bit excessive with the gurgling blood, and portrays a disturbing story. That's my...summary. If you're from South Korea, could you fill me in on how rampant high school prostitution is? Or would I rather not know? The leading actress is the movie is only a few months younger than me, which freaks me out a bit as she's very cute and looks really young (along with the other actress that played her friend that died and is actually older).

Carol and I left the theater feeling very...odd. "What was that about?" "I dunno how I liked that one." Upon reflection, it was better than I initially thought it was (when I felt like I could use a hug). I wouldn't want to watch it again but it had many powerful moments of silence that I haven't seen in any other movie. The numbness from the movie's after-effects wore off as Carol, her friend and I walked around the open streets of midtown Manhattan, slightly humid but not too hot, dodging puddles from the day's rain.

Last night I saw Batman Begins with my mum. How's that a turn of movie genres? ;) I thought the movie was excellent and I can't BELIEVE anyone could think that Star Wars was on par with this movie. It. Wasn't. Star Wars wasn't really awful but...um. Actually, I didn't enjoy it that much and it is so far the only Star Wars movie I've seen just one time. I'm not a Batman fan but since everyone said it was great (and I live in NJ so there isn't much to do), I decided to go see it, thus enduring a nearly 1-hour drive to the Palisades Center in some crap-ass pre-July 4th weekend traffic. Even though it's a superhero movie, Batman is the least superhuman superhero, unless you count that he has billions of dollars at his disposal. Even though the movie is longer than two hours, it didn't drag on at all. The action scenes aren't over-the-top but they keep you glued to your seat. Or maybe that was just me. If you didn't like this movie, I'd rather not know about it.

In other news, I bought three types of semi-fuzzy fabric today. POOFIES ARE A-COMIN!

July 6, 2005

work experience: scratching

I'm trying to write a resume and I found out that it's hard to write a resume when you don't have much to put on it.

*rubs chin*

...*scratches cheek*

The jaw area of my face exploded in itchy-ness yesterday. Why am I telling you this? Well, it just so happens that my life is so uneventful at the moment that the only thing worth mentioning is the abnormal surface activity on my skin. And did I just say "surface activity on my skin"? As though there would be subsurface activity on my skin? ...

*continues scratching*

Last night I the loveliest time trying to put my brain into "comatose" mode, meaning that I was up for maybe an hour wondering why I couldn't go to sleep and how come my lungs decided to get irritated and not work as well as they do during my waking hours. My asthma acts up mainly when I try to go to sleep, either because the position of lying down aggrivates it or because the act of sleeping (or attemping to; I can't sleep if I'm asthmatic) puts my body into "repair" mode, and by repairing itself it makes me cough and wheeze. My body knows best, right? However, the combination of attempting to repair itself and go to sleep don't mix, resulting in four hours of beauty sleep and waking up in a zombie-like state, mouth agape, eyes crusty and sore, and legs that feel more like Jell-O than muscle tissue.

That was a lovely picture, eh?

At the very least, I don't need coffee to get me up. I shot up as soon as my alarm went off and haphazardly made my way to my laptop (laptop before bathroom, how sad). If I ever need coffee to get up, then I'm in real trouble.

Okay, I'm not really in that bad shape. For comparison, my brother doesn't wake up until 2 or 3 PM on some days. It's not so much because he's lazy but because he really likes to sleep. But of course, he's also lazy. Just because I wake up late (today not being one of those days: I woke up around 8:15 AM) doesn't mean I actually get much sleep. Going to bed at 4 AM on a regular basis necessitates waking up at around noon-ish for a peaceful rest, the consequence being that I feel guilty for waking up so late. Eh!

What have I been up to lately? Yesterday I cut out more Poofies. I've been wondering how many I've made so far and all I know is that it's more than 100. Maybe around 150 by now. I need to redo the poofy shop to get across how POOFIES ARE MADE ENTIRELY BY HAND. Or rather, there is no sewing machine-ness involved. I ought to figure out how to use a sewing machine without it chewing up a poofy in the process so I can make MORE POOFIES! BWAHAHA oh lordy, no one wants that.

July 12, 2005

summer's going too quickly

Happy Birthday, Hubert! Hubert is my brother. Actually, plain old Bert will do. I don't know if anyone outside my family calls Hubert "Bert" but I'd feel weird calling him Hubert.

...uh. So. This summer is going by much more quickly than I thought it would. Actally, I had no idea how quickly it would go, so that's not a very true statement.

Last weekend (aka, a few days ago), I met up with Karen, my best friend from middle school in Taiwan that I hadn't seen in almost 7 years. 7 YEARS. It's a long time but strangely perhaps, it didn't feel like we had been apart for that long. We hadn't really changed much (well, I say that after only having been together for a few hours that day) so it was like...well. Just picking up where we left off. Carol, another one of my best middle school friends, hung out with us (along with three of Karen's friends) and being around her gives that same air of comfort. Most of my TAS friends gives me that same feeling, which unfortunately can't come from anywhere else. I'm lucky to live near NYC where people are likely to visit (or live; Carol goes to school there and another one of my old friends is transferring there next semester). I wish Carol and I could've done more stuff with Karen but understandably, she had plans for things to do with her friends that came down with her from Boston in NYC.

I LOVE THESE PEOPLE

One of my friends pointed out how it seemed odd that we weren't sitting more closely together. I didn't think about that but I guess that could seem odd. Not like we didn't want to TOUCH EACH OTHER AND GET GERMY but it didn't occur to me at the time. My thoughts about touch could fill up another entry...maybe later.

Crap, it's 4 AM.

For the next few weeks I will probably be babysitting my teacher's baby daughter, four days a week from 9-5. In NYC. It seems a little insane considering how early I'll have to wake up to get there on time, but her daughter is only a baby and I won't make any money sitting on my bum at home.

Next weekend I plan on meeting up with a VAssar friend for much fooding. The week after (or the one after that), Carol may come over my house for a weekend to relax in Jersey (oh...joy!). And after that, who knows? Need to meet up with Diana soon and perhaps I should visit Boston, but there doesn't seem to be much time. Doh.

Still have my graphic design class. My assignment for this week is to design a movie poster, which could be easy. Or not. It's not quite that simple. Last week's assignment (ongoing for the rest of the class) was to design a cereal box. I like how mine turned out, although it needs tweaking and I think I'm going to actually make the cereal out of clay:

front of cereal box

I don't think I could ever go into the graphic design field since it's more based on having good ideas than anything else (that's the impression I'm under; you can get people with drawing skills, but ideas are harder to find) but I enjoy my class. There were only ten people in last night's class; some people have dropped out and people are absent sometimes. A few of us haven't missed any classes so far, me being one of them. Hey, my mum's paying for it, I should make the most of it!

July 18, 2005

Harry Potter

Finishing a Harry Potter book always fills me with sadness. "It's over! WHY? No! But I just had 100 more pages to go! I think. Dammit!" I wonder what I'll feel like when the last book comes out. Suicidal?

Alright, I'm not that obsessed. I didn't go to any midnight parties, opting to nonchalantly pick up the book on Saturday afternoon at B&N. I started reading it around 9 PM, read into the night, slept, and finished it the following afternoon. Even though I didn't love it as much as the previous books (even though it's more than 600 pages long, I felt like it had a big "TO BE CONTINUED" slapped on the end, making me twitchy having to wait for the next one), I still loved it. I guess I shouldn't talk much about it, in the off chance that you haven't read it yet (and why is that?) but...read it. If you like Harry Potter, that is. In which case, you wouldn't need anyone to tell you to read it.

I first read Harry Potter about six years ago. My mum and I were shopping at BJs and she picked up the second Harry Potter book. "I heard this was good, want to read it?" I unenthusiastically agreed, all the while thinking "What the heck is Harry Potter?" Judging from the cover illustration, I would've thought it was too kiddie if it weren't so hefty. I started reading it that night and was amazed by how much I loved it. I know it's not the most amazing literary series for kids in the history of all literature, but it's definitely my favorite. I think it has to do with the combination of the magical and non-magical worlds as I'm not usually into fantasy stories (those involving magic/witches/wizards; I'm a fan of some science fiction, which would also be "fantasy" but it's a little different, eh?). I've tried reading "Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit", both of which resulted in me blanking out and never finishing them.

I don't read enough novels. (sigh) For whatever reason, I've never been that interested in adult novels. All my favorite authors write for children or young adults; do I refuse to grow up? I've been forced to read many books in school of course, and none of them left much impract on me except for the ones I got to choose (in 9th grade I got to read a Arther C. Clarke book, and even though I haven't read many of his books I'd say he's one of my favorite authors). Most of the books I read for adults are non-fiction and food related (not surprising). Last night before going to bed I was reading Chocolate Bar and I don't even bake! AHH!

...anyway, I think I'll re-read the 5th Harry Potter book. I need to refresh my memory. After that, maybe I'll read the 6th one again.

July 24, 2005

museum-ing

Sometimes I go to museums, and by "sometimes" I mean once or twice a year. Yes, I spend most of my time in NYC yet rarely go to the museums (there are MANY things I don't do despite living in NYC). The only reason I finally got off my lazy bum to go to the MoMA was because a friend and her friend from out of town were visiting and asked if I wanted to go.

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large window thing

The last time I went to the MoMA was before the reconstruction. From what I remember, there wasn't much there. Now it is much...huger. Yes. That's my super astute observation. I got through most of the museum in about 3 hours. My favorite part was the Architecture and Design floor.

cute salt + pepper shakers
cute salt + pepper shakers

The High Line Exhibition was interesting; I've never travelled far enough west to see it for myself, but it'd be cool if they could get the garden-thing going. I wasn't very interested in the photography collections. Actually, I guess I wasn't really interested in most of the stuff, except the interior of the museum itself, which is lovely. I wouldn't mind living in a similarly styled house, although that would be insane.

Because I'm silly, here are a few of my favorite MoMA things:

baked potato
baked tater
OOF
OOF
broken dishes + utensils
broken dishes + utensils

Hours after leaving MoMA, we went to the Whitney Museum (after eating and walking). I had only been there once before and at that time, half of the exhibitions weren't even open. Doh. I think everything was open on Friday so it was worth taking a look at. I don't recall much besides lots of piles of sand with mirrors placed in them in different configurations and some huge blobby green paintings that were awesome, because I LIKE BLOBBY THINGS.

Working on graphic design homework now and it's going somewhat terribly. Doh.

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