an afternoon at the cemetery

if you've been to paris and haven't strolled around the cimetière montparnasse or the beautiful cimetière du père lachaise, you've really missed out on something. i got to visit all the graves i wanted to: serge gainsbourg, oscar wilde, simone de beauvoir, jean-paul sartre, jim morrison and edith piaf. morrison's grave was extremely hard to find eventhough i had a map. his grave actually has a stone block placed over it after many attempts to unearth it. people have apparently been arrested for performing devil worship rites, orgies and drug parties at his grave. crazy hippies.
oscar wilde's grave is the most original grave i've ever laid my eyes on. it really stood out from the rest. apart from the grave having been abused by ugly graffiti including such pearls of wisdom as " you are the best! you can never die!" and "oscar forever and more smack!",it was mainly adorned with kisses. and so, i painted my lips red and kissed it.

and here's my favorite serge song:

ella y pedro

my grandparents.

it's been 3 years now since i visited my grandmother and all my other relatives in spain. it's a disgrace from my part. so i definately have to go this year. i dearly miss them.

i won't forget to raid my grandmother's attic too. i always do when i'm there, but i've still got plenty more to discover through the vast and boundless heap of clothes. last time i was there i went through boxes full of her old stuff. it's like shopping in a vintage store minus the paying. it's too bad that her shoe size is 33-34. she's so petite.

tip of the day: don't discard of any clothes cuz one day they'll be back in style again. i mean, just today i wore a really nice 90's style cardigan i had when i was 14! and if anything, my grandkids will probably appreciate going through my collection of 90's- .... clothes, because i know i do.

lenny

when i was a little girl i wanted to become an orchestra conductor. i used to sway my arms back and forth in the air with chopsticks pretending i stood infront of a grand audience conducting(i still do sometime). this idea formed after i had seen west-side story for the first time. i loved the music so much that i made my parents buy me the "leonard bernstein conducting west side story" album. it was more a phase than anything else since i didn't end up persuing it. let's face it: i'm no prodigy.

but the art of conducting is fascinating. it's all sweat, blood and tears. it's moving to see them tracing shapes in the air, reaching for the note. i love it. especially watching leonard bernstein's emotionally charged performances. his style is very flamboyant and that appeals to me.

i've read up on leonard bernstein. the conductor, the composer, the pianist, the teacher. it's really astonishing how he was able to popularize the classics. he's had a tremendous influence on so many different levels. it's just so unfair. few people are born with great talent and most people struggle their whole life to find out what their "talent" is.

bernstein's television show "young people's concerts" that aired back in the 60's, was his take on classical music with a commentary format. really inspiring to watch. i'm going to buy the dvd collection but there are some youtube clips available.

i wish my collection of classical music was bigger. i'm really not a connoisseur at all. all i know is that when i listen to it, it has a complete different effect on me than other music. it consumes me and leaves me with a profound wonder of not only music but of life itself.

oh and if you have to know, i moved on from wanting to be a conductor to popstar to newscast reader. all of them before the age of 13 and none of them intact.

"Life without music is unthinkable, music without life is academic. That is why my contact with music is a total embrace.” LB

fake or not?

it's the fake boob game. seriously addictive.
here.

what is a wasteman?

bad choices

everyone makes them. some less than others. i on the other hand, quite regularly. for instance this morning, i bought this shirt.



it's shit. i know it's shit. you don't have to tell me. chinese symbols i know. but changing is hard work. and i never say shit like "if i only knew what i know now" or "to err is human". only assholes say shit like that.
but trust me if i could afford a bad-choice-kid i'd get one.

mallrats + justice league

some awsome dude merged audios from mallrats to a justice league cartoon vid. i think i might be crushing.

not without blossom

sabrina, sister sister, full house, six without blossom?
this picture just doesn't look right. not without blossom.

john forde - atlantis

testing.

tranny things

the film sucks but i like this video.




i like this type clutterness. or the left corner rather. only found in tranny homes i suppose.

mormonism

at 2.21. ?!

floored

i often find myself lying or sitting on the floor next to the sofa rather than in it. i've always liked the floor.this is where i do my thinking, stretched out like a carpet. i like a hard surface and preferably an eggshell white ceiling to look up at. adding to that, a nice wooden floor to gaze at. it has to be my sentimental part playing a role in my floor-lying. this being a more dramatic stance on lying. and why lie and think in a comfortable sofa or bed anyway? that's where you're most likely to fall asleep. so maybe next time i go apartment hunting, i'll be trying out the floors. literally.

above are some stunning and some less stunning buildings. imagine living in one of them. i wonder how that would feel like. i'd probably go crazy in a round room without corners, but as long as there are high ceilings and wooden floors, anything goes.

no.1- the ufo house, taiwan; no.2- stone house, portugal; no.3- stone house, usa; no.4- hole house,texas usa; no.5- mama's cupboard, usa ;no.6- pickle barrel house, usa ;no.7- basket building, ohio usa ;no.8- crazy house, vietnam ;no.9- erwin wurm house attack, austria ;no.10- habitat 67, montreal canada ;no.11- dancing house, prague ;no.12- wooden gagster house, russia ;no.13- weird house, alps ;no.14- kettle house, texas usa

i'm doin what i do, the way i've always done it, and the way i'll always do it

i think i will use the art vandelay excuse at some point. it will be awsome. what is art vandelay you say? it's an importer/exporter, a favourite author and sometimes a latex industry.
if you know seinfeld and if you know kafka you know she's "man-hands".



there's this streaming 24/7 seinfeld channel here. that's where i'm at.

joy davision

(via tradera)

i wanted me some joy davision. the spelling aside, i realized the print showed the actor from control and not ian curtis. then suddenly it wasn't as great anymore. why?
perhaps it's just me. i'll need to query really eyes on this one.
i already know what she'll say "WOULD YOU EVEN FUCKING WEAR IT?!" well, not likely, no.

a box full of memories

both my dad and mom took a myriad of photos in the years 70's-90's. not so much any more, which is a shame. they're both great at taking them. not only are there thousands of photos of them and me and my sister, but also videos. i guess they took to the visual and audio revolution, and not so much to the other more home-domestic ones, like the bread-toaster. prior to them buying one sometime in '93 (!), i remember toasting my sliced bread in the oven. something that should take about 3 minutes, took us 20 minutes which requires quite some patience. the most time consuming part being the part where the oven needs to heat up to 125 degrees celsius. electrical kitchenware aside: i'd rather eat croissants for breakfast anyways.

oh and the photo of the punk-like troll baby is kafka. she had quite a set of hair, even at the age of one month.