Friday, October 08, 2004

I hate unpacking.

And I refuse to do anything about it.

Remember my previous post about how I need clutter in my room? And that my carpet was too bare for my liking? I take it all back.

This is the proof:

Before you guys think I'm an irredeemable lazy piece of arse, I have already packed about 3/4 of my novels. They're hibernating on my window sill.

Pretty small collection for two years in London, but as a poor suffering student who has a LIMITED budget to live on, I can't spend too much cash on books! They're really pricey. (The Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell hardbound set me back by 15quid. Which is 45 Sing dollars.) I still have to buy CDs and scores.

A few close-ups:

This is irrelevant, but I found out something incredible today: Did you guys know Debussy actually composed songs? All this time I thought he wrote for every other medium and genre, except that. Silly me. Went for lecture today and it turned out that he wrote a song Clair de Lune set to Verlaine's text. This shouldn't be mistaken for his famous and popular piano work Clair de Lune. (The downside of 'famous and popular' also means it's now 'elevator music'. Poor bloke.) The vocal piece is SO amazingly touching that I HAD to get a CD of it. Which set me back by another 15quid. Sigh.

I've yet to unpack the mountains of music scores and books and CDs. And I'm fairly sure the number of music books I have are far more than these novels. ARGHHH!!!!! And I've not even unpacked my clothes and shoes and cutlery and boxes and plugs and hairdryer and what not.

I'm going to immerse myself once again with my latest buy. The Jonathan Strange book, at page 136. I love books. I adore them. I accept them in all shapes and sizes, especially the hard-bounds. The thicker the books, the better. (Repeat: B-O-O-K-S.)

Unpacking can wait a bit longer. After all, devouring Jonny Strange is far more important and exciting.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

photo day.
shall we dance?
huge green carpet but no greens in my pocket.
I've fallen in love again...
It's cold, wet and gray today. Absolutely miserabl...
maligned.
again.
farewell.
end of UK visa saga.
Things have been pretty busy lately. But first of ...

previous rants

August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
November 2010
January 2011
February 2011
August 2011
October 2011
May 2013

treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.