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[09 Apr 2007|08:06pm] |
bjork's newest album volta is making me so excited, just listening to this over and over made me invent my own improvised lyrics and sing along: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77BJ1uh55I4
it's old-school bjork all over again, sexy catwoman style, which is awesome because i haven't been digging her recent high-concept stuff. i love the stuff she did in her early days, back when she was in the sugarcubes and screeched in icelandic. hopefully volta will be filled with more trippy jungle beats and stuff to play on boring as hell 100-minute bus rides.
i sat in at a court of appeal session today and it was rather technical and uh, clinical, because of the liberal use of latin terms when normal english would suffice, as well as the agonizing dissection of definitions and the like. it was also quite scary since it's presided by the three highest judges in the country. after that we had a good lunch at the supreme court bistro, i had a massive smoked salmon sandwich and foie gras (ugh). my left thumb swelled up to almost twice the normal size and there was a huge spongy balloon-like lump bigger than the size of two raisins as well, and i freaked out completely because i thought i might be having some sort of bizarre allergic reaction.
anyway i felt so awkward sitting in the midst of 6 lawyers, dressed in pseudo-lawyer garb. i suddenly felt so unsophisticated, so uncertain, so childlike, and i miss school and eating with friends and mixing all sorts of drinks and curries and soups together as concoctions for $5 dares, and sharing food off each others' plates like a flock of sparrows. i miss the days when etiquette didn't matter.
when i was getting into the middle back seat, one of the nice lawyers told me to let him get in first so i wouldn't have to sit in the middle, and it puzzled me at first. and then he followed it up with 'because you're wearing a skirt.. and you can't sit in the middle'. it suddenly hit me that it is the men who cultivate and perpetuate femininity, or rather, the feminine myth, and not the women. maybe behaving like a woman is more social play-acting than anything else, because the men seem to be more aware of what girls are and aren't supposed to do, and it isn't something that has always occurred to me naturally or instinctively. i think being female (or male for that matter) is essentially a matter of ape-ing our predecessors of the same gender, watching and learning and adopting the socially-accepted and/or more charming form of behaviour. lately i've also started attaching animal attributes to different peoples' faces-- she's like a possum, he's like a lion at the last stage of its life, he's a shrimp, and the lady there looks like a raccoon, they have proboscis monkey faces, he's a giraffe in disguise. it's weird and it creeps me out because i sometimes have an overwhelming urge to yell 'lion!' or something to the said person's face.
i found out that the guy whose case i'm working on is the second richest guy in the philippines (DAMN! my claim to fame: i served him chinese tea and am working day and night on his case), while the nice indonesian client today was also a millionaire. it's quite gross, really, shaking hands with people who dabble in oil, diamonds, stocks, options, and property, who live and breathe money even though they're sixty. i ask myself, will they ever retire someday? considering there is always money to be made somewhere, and these guys are filthy rich with loads to invest, the answer seems to be 'no'. there will always be investment banks and equities and derivatives where each dollar spawns ten more, and it seems so endless. i'm not being cynical but you can actually tell from their faces that they deeply lack something. they look hollow and lifeless signing their lives away with real gold fountain pens, fiddling with their gold-plated gadgets, and wasting the years left of their lives with gruelling court trials to reclaim a few million dollars, a pittance to them.
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