...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
Weird dream: The action movie I was one of Charlie's angels. As new recruits, this was our first task. We were on a mission to kidnap some scientist who worked on some world-threatening technology. Even though we had the kidnapping perfectly planned everything went wrong. When we were caught after a spectacular fight I said: "That only happened to us because Cameron Diaz wasn't here."
Too much TV screws up Annie's perception of the world Spent my whole day in the library copying very dull parts out of dull books feeling very productive (if the definition of productivity is "doing something that bores you out of your mind"). Consequently all the phlegm of the past two weeks has been lifted from my thoughts. My brain seized the chance to call attention to the unusual high number of billboard ads for condoms in the neighborhood. This was after I watched a talkshow with the topic "I don't use rubbers". Coincidence?
My life-force is draining In the absence of pressure to deliver productivity, I am overwhelmed by little tasks like getting up, grocery shopping or switching the TV program. It's a wonder that I still manage to breathe.
Summer time when life is easy I had a short vacation from the dull and ugly reality and spent two wonderful days together with TS during which we ate a lot of ice cream and had cocktails that tasted like ice cream (to be more precise: it tasted like Cuja Mara Split).
No, it's not a fetish Every time I come back home to Oberhausen, I start to clean up my old room and sort out things that I don't need anymore but with every time it's gotten more difficult. Now I just go through all the stuff I didn't throw away the last time I was here, decide that I still don't want to throw it away and then proceed to reading my old diaries. In one of them I found two pages with locks of hair that I collected from my friends. I can't remember why I did that. I might have planned to use them in order to clone them should the need arise in future. People who know me better will favor the explanation that I wanted to keep them just in case I'd learn some voodoo.
Dinner My parents have friends visiting. This usually is no problem because after commenting on how tall my brother and I have grown, they tend to leave us alone. Unfortunately this time the nice lady thinks it's necessary to tell my brother (repeatedly) to move his chair in order to give me more space at the dinner table. Then she rearranged the plates. I hate it when people try to play hostess when they are in fact the guests. When I thought it couldn't get more uncomfortable, the dinner conversation turned to the subject "hepatitis". It's time to move out again.
Best of dreams After two consecutive nights of dreaming about making out with girls I finally have dreams again that don't worry my boyfriend. The coolest dream I've ever had was about being James Bond. The most disappointing was about being Superman as I was subject to gravity and therefore unable to fly (the only thing I could do was jumping very high). My nightmares usually involve monsters/ gangsters/ cannibals or a Terminator chasing and trying to kill me while I seem to have lost my glasses. TV seems to make a big impression on me. The catharsis effect of my dreams is neglectable but at least they're are entertaining.
On the move again Byebye Singapore: Going to miss Chicken Rice, Durian, Mee Siam, fresh pineapple juice and Bee Hoon.
Hello Germany: Looking forward to licorice, Gummibaerchen, chocolate Currywurst and my mother's cooking.
I should stop thinking about food. Motion sickness and airplane meals await me.
Banana leaves TS, some of his fellow DaimlerChrysler interns and me went to little India to eat Indian food with our hands. Had to keep in mind to use only the right hand and it didn't look very gracious when I tried to shove the rice into my mouth and it kept falling off my fingers. Now my right hand smells of curry even after washing it repeatedly. Eating with fingers might be fun, especially when the food is served on banana leaves, but I think that eating utensils were invented for a reason. It's nice to be able to eat something hotter than lukewarm rice.
Downer of the night I had a blast tonight at Insomnia at Chijmes. However the fun was spoiled by a local friend of TS not being able to get into the bar because the bouncer/owner of the bar wouldn't let him in because seemingly only Caucasians (and their Asian girl-friends) were allowed inside. What a world. I thought segregation was over.
Weird dream: The Fitness Vampires I dreamt that TS and I were trying out this luxury fitness club because it has a special promotion of 30S$ per person. When we left, we had to pay and those rip-offs charged us 50S$ each. I wanted to complain but it turned out that the staff consisted of vampires. Kelly Osbourne was their queen and they captured us and I had to humour Kelly which was not an easy thing as we all know, thanks to reality TV, that she's a bit of a drama queen. That's the weirdest dream I had for weeks, I'd never visit a fitness club.
Chilling Instead of the weather cast predicted thunderstorm we had dry and sunny weather for a BBQ. I made the best pasta salad ever and we had great food. Then we went for a swim in the pool without being electrocuted by lightning. This is what a Saturday should be like ... except that TS got a sunburn on his armpits.
Weird product of the day Due to some more rain today, I got stuck in the underwear section of a department store and found a Pierre Cardin bra called "Sakura Aroma". The label informed me that this bra had 'special scented paddings that diffuse a sensual, lush, floral fragrance' which left me asking myself: "Why would I want to scent my boobs, do they smell bad?".
Just a bad day Thursday started bad: A train ride that lasted 20 minutes forced me to sit next to a woman whose Indian name would have been "Burps-not-too-loudly-but-constantly".
Thursday ended bad: Rain + white shirt - umbrella = unvoluntary wet t-shirt contest.