This may be cruel, but I’m watchin an orange moth attempt to fly out of my closed window.
At least, that’s what you would expect when you see an orange fuzzy thing repeatedly ram itself towards the glass, attempt to crawl up the glass, and finally stay very still for around a minute for a rest.
Poor thing, but even if I opened the window it wouldn’t be able to get out. That’s what screens are for.
In fact, aren’t screens for keeping bugs out? Maybe it’s just afraid to fly back the way it came…because I’m sitting here. Yes, the big splooshy brown mass of racially diverse Michelin man thanks to my huge jacket, scares little orange moth much.
Sorry dude.
It’s in rest mode right now. Shall we move on to other things? Perhaps. But I can’t because – never mind, it’s moving again.
Little moth dude,
You are a bit befuddled.
You killed my blogging mood
So you don’t get a cuddle.
Your attempts at escape are futile
Perhaps you’ll die in a little while
Ah, joy. But I don’t want to see him die, I want him to realize that there are other ways out of this house. As long as he doesn’t fly too close to my face.
Aaannnnd…he’s gone. Nevermind, I found him. Now he’s moved on to the next section of my window.
“How’s the view? See any grasshoppers?”
I’m currently intrigued by points of view. Like “Vantage Point” without the bad ending and the terrorists.
I never fully realized how much it hurts people when everyone clearly thinks they’re hideous. Well, no duh, isn’t that obvious, stupid?
Yeah, it’s common knowledge, but it doesn’t mean anyone really understands it. Not until you become friends with a girl who had image issues and then meet someone who helped to cause it do you see the big picture.
And the person who helped to cause it probably doesn’t even realize the damage she’s done – it’s just hating another fat girl.
Do you know how many times I wanted to just sing “Big Girl” yesterday and annoy the heck out of everyone there?
And I think the “fat girl” has more character and personality than the fat girl hater. I don’t want to give anything away, but being friends with grapes vs. being friends with grapes’s friend. Hello, being friends with grapes wins. And, listening to Mika vs. listening to Metro Station & Katy Perry & music on the radio that everyone listens to.
Of course.
Also: If I ever get cable I’ll never stop watching the Food Channel.
We were at Tiffany’s house watching the Food Channel and discovering the wonder that is Alton Brown. My friends were discovering the horror of Alton Brown, but you know how it is with me and horrific things. Refrigerator fairy that he obviously has a crush on? Dental assistants talking about olive pitters? And all done in horrible acting fashion. I love that show.
I’ve been thinking about moving everything to my website while I don’t have many readers and posts.
Perhaps.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: beauty, Burj Dubai, Earth, Guiness World Book of Records, lightning rod, paradise, quaint cottage, scandalous, Taipei 101
This is a luxury commodity: living in the Burj Dubai, soon to be, if not already, the tallest building in the world. Goodbye, touristy walks through Taipei 101 window shopping at stores you couldn’t dream of buying from.
While many consider this to be paradise,
I’d rather live in this than that.
Which brings me to the point of current tastes. How is that beautifying the Earth? I would defend the case of the ugly quaint cottage. That is beautifying the world much more than a tall freakish building is. Made of colorless silver that will probably blind every passerby that looks up. The Burj Dubai, along with other similar ”feats in architecture”, seem to be competing for the Guiness World Book of Records.
Doesn’t this seem to be a case of “my lightning rod is longer than your lightning rod”?
Gosh…that sounded scandalous
Filed under: sweet dreams are made of this | Tags: 2000's, birthday party, blog, boring, crafts, design blogs, dreams, fangirl, garden party, girl, hideous floral armchair, Johnny Depp, lace curtains, Lily Allen, Lincoln, Mika, modern, negativity, redecorate, squeal, Whitney, wood
The night before last night, I dreamed about this guy.
Hence the ambiguous musings from my former post.
But! I now realize that what was more important in said dream, what my subconcious, and maybe God, if you believe in him, was trying to tell me, was that – well, they were taunting me with a cool stand that sold the prettiest jewelry and other miscellaneous things ever. I am sad.
Last night, there were more capitalist messages in my dreams. I was in a toy store, and part of the plot was that I had to sail to save Captain Jack Sparrow. But why would I do that?
“Because he’s a lummox, isn’t he? Well we shall have a magnificent garden party and you’re not invited.”
I want a magnificent garden party. Heck, maybe I’ll make it part of my birthday party.
Moving on. A plushie of Wishbone was in my dream too, and I realized that the little stuffed dog I have in my trunk (in real life) is Wishbone’s son…yeah, I doubt it.
Falling asleep last night, I was afraid that my dreams would contain some of the horrors that have recently befallen me. That would have been terreeeebluh.
I came home from Tiffy’s birthday party, actually tired. I’m not one to be tired after a party, but Amanda and I were such party poopers…wow.
I hated myself yesterday. Everything I said sounded freakishly negative, and I realized that I always say negative things – it’s just that my friends have silent knowledge that we all exaggerate and are joking. But gosh! Is there anything I don’t criticize?
And don’t say Johnny Depp.
More negativity – I hate light-colored wood. It makes things seem cheap and sometimes trying really hard to be modern. No.
I hope no one looks back and says “Oh, I love furniture from the 2000’s.” I wouldn’t.
I’ve realized, however, that I want ugly lace curtains to compliment my hideous floral armchair.
Okay, okay. I feel like I’ve contributed nothing in this post. If I were reading it, I would die of boredom.
But what now?
Because Amanda and I decided last night that we have been detiorating into boringness recently. Nothing is happening. Personally, I’m just trying to churn out a finished script and hoping that I will become a successful director somehow. It’s kind of a distant worry, but it’s really my only worry.
It’s sad that my happiness depends on the amount of activity Johnny Depp and Mika have, but can you believe my luck: they both are holed away. No new movies from Johnny Depp for certain until July, and Mika…when is the next album coming out? I’ve run out of demos to listen to, so I’ve started listening to Lily Allen.
Huzzah! Mika posted on his blog. Huzzah huzzah huzzah.
I’ll be back soon with something to write about. Not from his blog, but I’ll find a topic.
Valentine’s Day is coming up soon – as evidenced by Miya’s every post being six degreed to it, but why would I, an anemone, post about that?
Lincoln’s birthday, too, is approaching. But why should I subject myself to such frightened suffering?
Browsing through various design blogs, I really really really want to redecorate my room. And make crafts. But I’m lazy and I go to WHS. The two go together like…well they just do.
Last thing: It’s difficult to catch up quickly with your old friends when you tell them you recently got rid of your Johnny Depp obsession and yet you keep six degreeing him for the rest of the day. And when you love Nanalan’ and Wonder Pets.
Just saying that you used to be obsessed with Johnny Depp makes one feel like a girl, a fangirl, and squealy.
All of which, besides the first, I am not.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: angry asian face, awkward, blowdry, burning bridges, crush, Jenny Craig, Kelly Clarkson, Lady Gaga, looks, Mika, mirror, Obama, Pirates of the Caribbean, Poker Face, seventh grade
Does anyone know that feeling when you pass by someone you used to have a crush on – and it’s really awkward even though they might never have known you had a crush on them because of you wonderfully unemotional face?
I feel an awkward post coming on.
I just hate that I didn’t become the way I am now earlier. I think everyone gets that feeling sometime or other. I burned a bazillion bridges with my angry Asian face and shyness-misinterpretable-as-hatred.
By the way, Kelly Clarkson released new stuff after a long death.
…It’s the same. Maybe she hasn’t learned that Grapes doesn’t like that kind of music anymore, with the screaming in the middle. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the people who loved her first album have moved on.
To Mika, if they’re smart. Who looks like Obama, if I may say so. It’s my turn to kill Miya’s love of something. Wait. No…if she doesn’t like Mika anymore who will I excitedly rant to? This is taking a turn for the worse, like when Michelle stopped liking PotC in 7th grade and our friendship detiorated. That and we were all a bunch of poops. In seventh grade, you know nothing about life. Seventh graders, you glare at me now, but give yourself a few years.
Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” reminds me of angry Asian people. Maybe a politically correct way to say “Angry Asian Face” is “Poker Face”. Huzzah?
Why do we always look so much better when we’re blowdrying our hair? I think it’s the hair whooshing around your head. Yes, definitely that.
And, why do we look so much better in the mirror. Well, I know that from a distance I look slightly hideous. But when I lean really really close to the mirror, my eyes look freaking beautiful. I think it’s when you’re so close you can see the shapes and stuff, instead of the ugly face as a whole. So this explains my fascination with those mirrors that show you every pore.
No. I just like them because then I can see all the gunk on my nose. I guess I’m slightly vulgar then…
Nonetheless, pictures depress me. Especially that Jenny Craig-ad looking one that Miya took at school. It was completely candid – so does that mean I’m meant for Jenny Craig ads?
“Have you called Jenny Craig today?”
No.
AND. When you get really good news and someone else got really bad news, how do you react? Modesty kind of kills your happiness. You can’t whoop for joy when your friend is moping and might hate you forever.
I’m off to Tiffany’s birthday party. I know like, five Tiffany’s. This Tiffany used to be one of my best friends (can’t say she wasn’t – 1. I didn’t have a lot of friends. 2. If I say she wasn’t, she might disappear like the last person I said wasn’t my best friend.) but then we all went to different schools. At first I was the only one at Whitney, but then Amanda came here. Huzzah! And Jane would have, but she wanted to play tennis at Cerritos. 
But it is okay. Maybe this party will be awkward, because Tiffany’s other friends, whom we’ve never met, will be there. I remain optimistic, however, because I AM A NEW MAN!
Just kidding.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: grapes, stealthy, movies, Twilight, Oscars, WALL-E, happy-go-lucky, Little Bobby, season, original screenplay, Dakota Fanning, mature, Milk, Frozen River, In Bruges, Poppy and Rye, Belgium, The Littles
It’s Oscar season, similar to Open season, harvest season, and holiday season. It’s the season where my mom pokes me as we watch awards shows and whispers, “Next time I’ll hear, ‘And the winner is…Grapes!’” She doesn’t say “Grapes” but for Internet safety, you understand. And it all gets very awkward but you know that secretly, under my Little Bobby exterior, I am secretly thrilled to be mentioned in such circumstances.
You can say you don’t want to act or direct for fame, but no one can deny fame has its benefits, along with all the paparazzi and fan mobs and massive amounts of fanmail and extreme scrutiny.
Since this year’s award shows promise to be quite the slight bore because of all the unknowns and the lack of a Johnny Depp movie to root for, (they could save it with some very good jokes and many appearances of Johnny Depp and/or Geoffrey Rush and/or some other PotC dude – not Keira Knightley/Orlando Bloom) I cannot post reviews about each aspect and say who I want to or stealthily know will win.
Also: Dakota Fanning is going to maybe be in the “Twilight” sequel!?!?!?!??! I don’t know whether to not care or slightly cry. Why would you be excited about that? She is. What slightly bothers me more is Yahoo’s use of “Dakota’s New Grownup Role” as the title. Yes, because “Twilight” is so mature.
I’ve got half a mind to tell you an informed post about each of these movies, but I’m feeling lazy and you can get that elsewhere. Starting with Original Screenplay. I haven’t seen any of these movies except WALL-E, so I’m just going to write about whatever comes to mind.
The nominees are: Frozen River, Happy-Go-Lucky, In Bruges, Milk, and WALL-E.
Let’s begin with “Frozen River”. Here’s the synopsis on oscar.com:
“Abandoned by her husband, Ray is left to raise their two sons in a broken-down trailer. When her efforts to buy a new home for her boys lead her to the brink of financial ruin, she allows herself to be drawn into a dangerous smuggling ring operating across the U.S.-Canadian border.”
For some reason, the combination of “Frozen River” and “Milk” in the same list reminds me of a frozen river of milk. Smacking myself now for such a stupid observation. I’ve never heard of this movie and have no idea what it’s about. If I made a movie called “Frozen River”, it would be either a horrific drama about a little girl frozen in the river of a small town, or about someone who is emotionally frozen. See how unoriginal I am. By golly, is that an Asian woman in that picture? Huzzah.
When I first heard of “Happy-Go-Lucky”, I really really wanted to see it. That was the beginning last year, and I sensed that it wouldn’t be released where I could see it. But then the Golden Globes came around and the leading actress kind of drunkenly thanked people, and I lost much interest. Still…it’s interesting.
“Poppy, a London schoolteacher, lives her life with a cheerful optimism that never wavers in the face of problems or setbacks. When her bicycle is stolen, she begins driving lessons with the angry, fiercely repressed Scott, while her concerns for the welfare of a young boy in her class lead to her meeting with a likeable social worker who is drawn to her open-hearted approach to the world.”
By the way, Poppy is the name of that mouse in the book “Poppy and Rye”, which I used to love because I liked that kind of thing. “The Littles”, stories about ants, pretending to be small and living in little crevices of human dwellings fascinated me.
“In Bruges” is another one that I was interested in, around the same time.
“Two Irish hitmen find themselves with time on their hands in the Belgian city of Bruges. Ken and Ray have been ordered to the medieval town to await a phone call from their boss, Harry, following a botched hit, and while the inexperienced Ray chafes at the inactivity, Ken takes advantage of the situation to play tourist.”
It seemed like it would be a really good insight into Bruges, like one of those movies that are more fangirl displays to cities than storytelling. Which I don’t mind. If I made a movie about Belgium, it would include as many shots of the peeing boy fountain as possible. Amanda can testify to my fascination with him. Our sixth grade Belgium project was covered with him. I stealthily snuck him into every aspect, our postcards, travel brochures, tickets. Probably the beginning of stealthily sneaking references into English essays.
“Milk”.
“As the emerging Gay Pride movement gathers force in the 1970s, it finds a champion and a public face in San Francisco camera store owner Harvey Milk. Leaving his closeted life in New York behind, Milk moves to California with his lover and soon turns his efforts to politics, campaigning for a spot on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors–a quest that will make him the country’s first openly gay man to be elected to public office.”
This movie, I strongly suspect, is one of those movies where the director wants to raise awareness for a cause, most likely through telling a historical inspirational story. It’s not that interesting in terms of being different, but I guess I could give it a try. Sean Penn looks awesomely unlike himself, bordering on what the Joker might look like w/out makeup and with a narrower jaw.
I saw WALL-E with Amanda’s family sans Amanda this summer. Afterwards we went to Coldstones and ate ice cream that was too big. I failed at ordering there too, taking almost half an hour to decide. It was cute, but it was way too long ago for me to gush. Thinking back, it was one cute movie building up to a greatly propagandish ending.
“Several centuries in the future, when human beings have abandoned the earth for a series of orbiting spaceships, the lone remaining being on the planet is a solar-powered robot named WALL-E. As he continues to carry out his trash compacting duties, he gathers up unexpected treasures…including a tiny green plant that has somehow reappeared on the earth’s heavily polluted landscape.”
Taking WALL-E’s lead,
SAVE THE POLAR BEARS.
No, seriously.
Filed under: sweet dreams are made of this | Tags: Bandidas, Bicycle, Bleeding Love, Camelot, Christian, comps, CSI Miami, director, dream, finals, Golden books, halloween, Horatio Caine, imposter, inspiration, jazz dance, Mika, movie, Nanalan', oneliners, Penny Rose, private school, scandalous, talent, violin
Mika has updated. Huzzah. About the Golden books illustrator, no less. I found that quite huzzah since last week I posted about the Golden books illustrator imposter.
Tomorrow’s going to be an easy day. It’s the week of finals, but I have French and PE tomorrow. And French I’m prepared for (see yesterday’s slightly awkward post), dance I’m prepared too. To do my penguin jazz dance of DOOOOOM.
I’m not kidding. Why else would it be choreographed to “Bleeding Love”. Thank you, Ms. Flowers, for that subtle hint.
It was stealthy.
They should seal us in while we do our skills test. Quick! Cover up those skylights!
Whitney Blind Wildcats, more like.
What have I been up to…nothing. Our English video, as it turns out, sucked. Well, only Alex and some other people have seen it, but he said it was confusing!!!!! NOOOOO.
Here’s how I feel: my future as a director has been shot down. I should have stuck to violining. At least there I had some natural talent. Which was thrown away when I was nine.
Whatever, I’ll probably get all happy about directing again.
By the way, “Bandidas” is a scandalous/slightly bad good movie.
Also, why do I keep writing one liners? It’s like that guy on CSI Miami with the red hair and cheesy sunglasses who says stupid oneliners even though he’s just a policeman.
Cheesy policeman: Chuck. Check the gate.
No wait, that’s Penny Rose.
Cheesy policeman: When you have everything, sometimes it feels like nothing.
I’m not joking, it’s a quote. Heck, regarde the tagline. “I’m Horatio Caine, and this much I know. At CSI Miami we never Close.”
“Tomorrow’s what you make of it.”
“In the future, if you’re gonna watch somebody’s back, let me know about it so I can watch yours.”
“Justice is not yours to dispense, and now you’re going to pay for it.”
“The next time you want to take a swing at someone, start with me.”
Horatio Caine: The rumour of a dirty cop is far juicier than its confirmation.
Robert Keaton: You just called your own brother a dirty cop.
Horatio Caine: Maybe he was, but he didn’t deserve to die.
Robert Keaton: We all have to die some time.
Horatio Caine: Some sooner than others
By the way, I’m talking about Horatio Caine. Gosh, what a name.
“Whatever that bill says, you will still have to pay.”
He says it in a oneliner way too. I love watching that show because he’s hilarious. My dad hates it. Kind of like “Nanalan’”, but not awesome like Nanalan’. Today I saw a clip of Mona learning to ride a bike and she’s only three. Sushi has nothing compared to Mona.
I’m also very excited about my birthday.
Back to my original topic. Tomorrow’s a stressfree day, but I know that going through tomorrow unleashes hell week, basically. Fun. Oh joy.
I feel so uninspired. Did I tell you about the dream where I read Camelot to an old lady? And then last night my friends and I went to Disneyland but it was still in Halloween decor. There was a guy who grew cauliflowerish things that attach to people who worry. Apparently he was worry-free. Reminds me of that book my kindergarten teacher read to us that was stealthily obviously Christian. Then again, I went to a Christian private school until 2nd grade.
Wow this post sucked.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: car, Christmas, Christmas carol, Eloise, free, French, library, oprah, purple, study group, t-rex
I think…this is one of my favorite Christmas carols. Probably because I watched “Eloise” so many times. Poor girl, her mother was that lady in the big fur coat who never really appeared.
Just the idea of being near a fireplace while the weather outside is, well, frightful. That’s freaking awesome.
Also, today I saw a purple car. Thinking back, I realize I’ve seen it before. That means someone in this tiny ville lives with a purple car. That means I could totally steal it.
Today was the French study group thingy, and I must say, it worked out pretty well. Twas kinda eery, however, how much it resembled those rendezvous in the French II book.
Oh la la! J’ai un rendezvous avec David dans vingt minute!
But. We got more done than expected, even though we made two trips for food.
I can see why the young French go out in packs now. It’s a whole much less awkward than a date.
And I know it seems like I’m implying that the six of us had a date today, but it was anything but.
DIEEEEEEEEEEE.
Gah. At least I realized finally that you can get rid of math and science in senior year. Huzzah! Except my dad, as I predicted, said no. Boo. Whatever, I still need time to think about it. It is, a hugemungous choice.
Wow. For all I did today I have nothing to write about.
Well, first we sat down at these huge tables but there was an Indian guy and this other dude on either side. After a few minutes of talking about teacher encounters, the Indian guy looks up and goes, “Excuse me. Could you please slow down? Shh. I’m trying to read here.” Oh. Insert Indian accent there. Finally we realized that we couldn’t have our study group there so we all left. But I, being stealthy, passive aggressively pissed him off by slowly and loudly packing up my things.
Ah, passive aggressiveness. How I love thee.
Thus, we demenaged to the children’s section and made t-rex jokes. Did you know that Oprah is hiding in its ribcage? Where’s my free car?
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: animals, documentary, earthworm, ecosystem, global warming, hearts, Indian children, JK Rowling, Morgan Freeman, polar bears, Queen Latifah, scooter, Sushi, village, zoo
“We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.” – JK Rowling
I’m going to try not to shun this quote, I just need help interpreting it.
“we have the power to imagine better.”
Better than what? Better than Sushi, because I’ve succeeded in that area of accomplishment.
Also: Sushi would rather save a village of Indian children than the entire species of polar bear.
Let’s forget the quote and mull this over. Indian children, who can be replaced, versus all of polar bearity. I pick the polar bear.
Polar bears are my newest cause, thanks to that PBS Nature documentary Monday morning. It was not narrated by Morgan Freeman or Queen Latifah.
Is this another case of “let’s save the humans because they have souls”? This is what I hate about humanity. We care too much for ourselves. What are a village of Indian children to the ecosystem, to our own children not being able to see Polar bears except for the two pathetic ones in the zoo?
I am pretty darn certain polar bears shouldn’t be living in San Diego, but that’s beside the point.
What’s the difference between humans and animals when it comes to saving them? Are the Indian children worth more because they’re human? I’m not sure how to describe what I’m talking about.
Currently, it sickens me how people place humans so highly. Are the animals just here for food and zoo-going and plushy modeling? I think not. After all, they’re a way bigger part of the Earth than we are. Look at us, dominating hairless uglies that we are.
But of course, when it comes to man vs. earthworm, man wins. Especially when man has a scooter and an urge to see how many times he can cut earthworm in half before it runs out of hearts.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 1988, Abraham Lincoln, albatrosses, beavers, David Attenborough, documentary, imax, inauguration, indie films, mating, the life of birds
9th grade bio was one of the best times of my life. “How can you say that? You’re not even a quarter through it!” Trust me. It was. Hanging out on the benches outside after taking a test, creating Mono’s family, naming the table Eddie was it? I can’t really remember, the book covered with Johnny Depp, the “Geoffrey Rush” conversation we had with Mrs. Perry, etc, etc.
We watched some of the awesomest movies in bio, and while none of them starred Johnny Depp or Geoffrey Rush, and did not feature Mika on their soundtracks (although “Erase” would have been nice to that one scene where the beavers mate), they are some of my favorite movies.
Yeah yeah. “Gattaca ” is cool and all, but it doesn’t rank up there in awesomeness like “Arizona Dream”. Note: sadly we did not watch Arizona Dream to study the identity search of young American males.
For months, I have been on my own identity search: that of the two formerly nameless nature documentaries that we watched about beavers and bird mating rituals, respectively.
Ladies and gentlemen, would you be glad if I told you that our search was over?!
First up, the beavers.
It’s appropriately called “Beavers” and I’ll let the poster speak for itself.
I’ll give you a few moments.
Made in 1988, it was originally an IMAX movie. Oh, if only I had been around to see it. They have the trailer on imdb, which I watched, eager for any glimpse of that glorious film. When it started, the weird whining noises the beavers made that I completely forgot made me laugh I almost couldn’t eat my curry dinner.
That is on my wishlist. Hint. Hint.
I feel like pulling out my old planner and laughing at all the beaver names we gave them – and everybody we knew. Huzzah.
Secondly, the bird mating rituals.
It’s called “The Life of Birds” and was actually a series. I’m sure if I paid a visit to South Coast Plaza I could find it in the discovery channel store. Hint. Hint. Hint. I recognized it from David Attenborough’s voice. These were more 1998ish.
This clip is THE clip. The one about the albatrosses. The one with the old man. The only other awesome clip was about the dancing birds and I can’t find it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2XyDF4cdpA
I can’t embed it, so you’ll just have to be satisfied with a link.
On a side note, I had an Abraham Lincoln phobia seizure today. Also, it’s a good thing I didn’t watch the inauguration because they held it at the freaking Lincoln memorial. Is there a term for fear of Abraham Lincoln? Is it Lincolnaphobia?
I just realized that in LA we are more apt to see the indie movies than other places because people are desperately trying to get recognition here. It wouldn’t make sense to distribute your indie film in Wisconsin…okay. Weird observation of the day over.
