Monday, December 06, 2004 baffling sights.I'm tired from practising piano. Especially when there's no improvement. So I found myself hanging out with Joanne and Marcus, bitching and watching anime (Samurai Champloo!) till 3 in the morning. And fishing around in the rainbow box of Maynard Wine Gums for the black-coloured ones. I wonder why blackcurrent-flavoured Wine Gums are not sold in a packet on its own. Nobody really likes eating the rest of the multi-coloured sweets. That aside, I made a special trip to take a look at the discarded toilet bowl which Jo mentioned on her blog. And holy shit! There really was a decrepit, yellow-stained toiletbowl at the staircase of Yorke Wing, Canterbury Hall. I kid you not. It even had scattered brown flecks on it. It's really the most outlandish sight I've seen for the longest time. Unless you count the 2min segment of Jay Chou I watched on Brit telly yesterday. And the totally, TOTALLY fit guy (on par with Brad Pitt) I saw in the tube on Sat, carrying Gucci paper bags and wearing a hairband. As well as the impossibly large digits that the weighing machine screamed out in bright red. This, despite me being stark naked. That was on Fri. I haven't dared to weigh myself since then. It's the Music Dept's party tmr, and I think I'd probably see even more bewildering sights. Visual perception tends to be a trifle skewed when you're pissed drunk. Till then, stay tuned. she procrastinated @ 04:31 | |
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 Extracted from A Dream PlayThe song of the windsEa... previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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