Tuesday, December 21, 2004

oh woe is me pt 2

My essay's in! 2686 words. I could have written tons more. Ah well.

I originally wanted to rant and rave about 'The Latest Exploits of Lynne the Queen of Procrastination', or 'The Consequences of being Lazy', or something along these lines. And how I'd never, never do it again. I'll pass up my work on time and I'd never put anything off to the last minute.

But guess what? I kept procrastinating this post, and after just a few days of pampering myself with sleep, junk food, manga, anime, books, and bumming around (hey, it sounds like daily school life), I've just lost all steam. Now, it seems like such a huge chore to blog about how dreadful my essay torture was. After all, a descriptive narration of how I handed it up isn't very interesting.

Okay okay, I'm just lazy.

I have to say thanks to Yang'en though, he ran all the way with me from halls to the photocopying shop, and helped me zap thousands and thousands of printed music, so I could cut and paste my musical examples.

That Friday, I came home and slept from about 530pm all the way till 1pm on Saturday. I woke up twice to eat, and went back to sleep. Yup, I was THAT knackered.

I found myself at Richmond that day, playing the keyboard for a carolling concert with my classmates. Lots of embarrassing stuff happened but let's not go into detail. (Jo, think 'black'! *cringes*)

Anyway. As I'd mentioned, it was a carolling concert. There were abt 10 singers and Simon was conducting. They sang most of the carols which I'd played for ACJC Choir back home. Exactly the same score. I think they were taken from the same book. It was really bizarre playing them again in such a different environment. (On a keyboard without pedal! Oh the horror) Would you believe I even made the same mistakes at the same places?!

Nothing had changed. And yet, everything was changed.

It was awfully nostalgic and poignant. Nelle, Jenny and the rest sang really, really well. Too well in fact, that must had been the reason why I found the back of my eyes unbearably hot halfway through 'Dreamin' of a White Christmas'.

And once more, once more, I wished I was back home for Christmas.

It's funny how solitary and alone one can feel amidst a crowded hall filled with warmth, joy and laughter.

I shall stop here before I sound like a pathetic homesick lovelorn fool. Or am I too late already? Whatever.

Oh welllllll! Here are some pictures which I never got to upload. i.e. too lazy:

Of cuz, that's Jing, me and Jess at the top of Effiel Tower. Omg, Paris seemed like such a long time ago.

Tania came down a fortnight ago, and we met for dinner. Weiye was our dear photographer that night:

This was taken at Piccadilly Circus, and that's Regent Street behind us. You can't see from the pictures, but the theme of the Christmas lights on that street are on "The Incredibles". And pardon my puffy cheeks, it's winter after all!

I'm off to bed. I'm no longer young and my body is no longer what it was.

Fleeting thought: what you never had, you never miss.

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

oh woe is me part 1
and i thought fantasies were just a fantasy.
dangerous expectations.
imaginative, idiomatic and inventive.
Didn't go to Dpt Party, feeling a lil' under the w...
baffling sights.
Extracted from A Dream PlayThe song of the windsEa...
aching forearms.
Is there anything that is more moving and evocativ...
incredulous.

previous rants

August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
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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.