Tuesday, February 01, 2005 procrastination and maria.If reading my own essay puts me to sleep, I can't imagine Chris Wintle's reaction. He'd probably make yellow drool marks all over my project assignment. I think this one's a 2.2 grade. Sigh. On a brighter note (I like the note G#), my wrist doesn't hurt anymore. Yeay. I can start playing again. I'm going to have my 1st piano lesson of 2005 later tonight. (Actually, ever since last November year 2004.) My fiery Bulgarian piano teacher is back in town. It's out of point, but I have to say this: She's the only person I know who wears really tight, skintight, black leather trousers. (Lyndon>> Actually, I think she can pull off red ones.) She's got tons of boots too, enough to rival Joanne's collection. The ones with toothpicks for heels. She's the only person that I know of, who is able to spout expletives in perfect rhythm, with the gorgeous sounds she evokes from the piano. She's also the only one, out of all my lecturers and teachers, who can sight-read anything faultlessly. (Timothy Ku too actually. Hmm.) In other words, she's cool. I haven't practised piano since Thursday. Coupled with the lack of sleep, I hope I won't be too off-form tonight. *Crosses fingers very tightly* Omg! My essay! Back to Rhetoric and Schutz. *edited at 0440hr: I'm hallucinating from the deprivation of sleep. I keep seeing this black thing whizz past at the corner of my right eye. Wtf. she procrastinated @ 02:20 | |
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 living in harmony. 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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