Tuesday, March 29, 2005

boo-ya-ka-sha!

I can't believe I haven't blogged for a fortnight. It's like not eating chocolates for more than two days, you know what I mean? But I'm still alive and kicking (albeit feebly). Been sick since Friday and I haven't gotten any better, and the bloody weather isn't helping.

Anyway. Here's two weeks' worth of updates!

1. I gave up cereal for Lent.

I'm very proud and pleased to announce that I'm no longer hooked to it. Wahahahahaha.

2. Jing came down on Friday night.

We had a really good time. I brought her to Portobello Mkt on Saturday via a VERY circuitous route (yes I was dumb to not realize that there was a direct bus to P.Mkt from my hall, but don't tell Jing, she'd kill me. She's in NY now so she won't get to read this post).

Came across a demonstration at Hyde Park. You know, one of those 'Blair/Bush is a dickhead' and 'Something something Iraq', and 'Palestine something something':

3.'Lynne always gets bullied...'

is my major take-away from Saturday night. Went clubbing at the Gardening Club, at Covent Garden. Some bitch, who was admittedly quite pissed, spilt a drink all over on me and the back of my favourite top. I tell ya: I was so mad! Just ask Jo or Jing, they'd tell ya. I was ready to claw her eyes out and stick a leg under and trip her and dump RED wine down her saggy front and bitch-slap her and ruin her shoes or something. I know I'm being vindictive but hey, you guys don't get drinks spilled on you on a regular basis. It's my 3rd time in a year. Anyway. It was fun while it lasted although the night ended horribly. And it was very memorable.

4. Jess's arrival.

She decided to come over to mine from Warwick for a day on Wednesday, and it's only 10 quid for the train ride. Outrageously cheap. That's not even near the cost of half of the accessories at Topshop these days. Here's a picture where Jing and I were over at hers in autumn 2003:

Me, Jess, Jing.

That was taken before we went to a pub. I think. I can't really remember. But the following photo is definitely taken before hitting the clubs:

Try to ignore the mess in the background. After all, if you have 3 girls in a room the size of a shoebox, you shouldn't expect it to look too tidy.

We went on to meet Jon and Moses, and headed down to Storm at Leicester Square. Excellent music, pretty cheap drinks but creepy men. There was the odd Spaniard, the tourists-who're-looking-for-some-action, and a few other gyrating mingin' weirdos. No fit men at all. Ah well, you can't have everything. It was really good catching up with busy-as-a-bee Jess! Now, we just need to think of a way to sneak Abby through London customs for us to be reunited.

5. Official end of Uni the next day.

Squeezed with Jess on the bed, but I didn't get any sleep! Went fuzzy-eyed to school to collect my Techniques takeaway exam paper, and that marked the official end of my London Uni life as I know it. No more lectures. No more official tutorials. No more lessons. I'm quite sad.

6. I am such a good best-friend.

Accompanied Jing all the way to Heathrow Airport, which is at Zone SIX! And as I watched her pass through the Departure Hall en route to New York, I felt this irrational surge of melancholia. It's stupid cuz I know she's only going to NY and she'd be back pounding on my doors in a few weeks time, but the whole Departure Hall scenario, her dragging her trolley bag, me sending her off... It all compounds together to create the illusion that she's going away for good. I think it's just the lingering stigma of Changi's Departure Hall imposed on me since Sept 2002.

7. I need to lose weight.

Cuz I sat on a luggage and I think I spoilt it.

The hour-long journey on the tube back home from Heathrow was crowded and chock-full of yabbering tourists. Their unwieldy luggages were taking up my precious leg room at the end of the corner carriage, and after 10 min of being cramped up, I sat on one of the luggages all the way to Russell Square. Thing is, I heard a crraaccck when I sat on it. I really hope it's due to something else, rats being decapacitated by the tube carriages or something.

8. Marcus's birthday

Happy Birthday Marcus! Had dinner and drinks on Friday, got to meet Danny and GooiZhen which I've not seen for AGES but I had to leave early cuz I was ill. And oh boy, I wish I'd stayed. I missed out on tons of action, damnit. But poor Jo got her iPod broken that night, my heartfelt commiserations to her! -wags a finger at the culprit-

9. I finally pierced my navel.

Yes, wussy Lynne finally got round to it! I went with Jo, her stud is amber and mine is green. And to clarify matters: I DID NOT CRY!! I did moan for quite a bit though. It's still kinda red and sore. Ouch. And my hacking coughs are not helping. I coughed so hard the other night that I tore open the wound and lo and behold, the Red Sea! Okay, I'm exaggerating.

10. What's been keeping Lynne going while she's sick.

This, my dear friends, has been a miracle cure for my illness:

And uhhhhh, yes. That's my Dad. I laugh so hard and long at the picture that I have no time to cough.

It's Easter break now, and the hall's eerily quiet. Everyone's gone home or off exploring some other country. No more shouting from my neighbours. End of bhangra music for now. No one will steal my food from the fridge.

Spring is here, which traditionally heralds renewal, rebirth and revival. But something has to end before something new can begin. There's some Chinese saying I believe: "Out with the Old, In with the New" or something like that. And I feel the pulsating forces of inexorable Time and Circumstance hauling me in. Drawing my London existence to a close, propelling me towards a new phase of my life which I'm not ready to come to terms with.

The thing is: it is going to happen in the next 4 mths, and I can't do anything to slow it down. There isn't any loophole or rabbit-hole for me to leap into and run away. Anyway I won't, even if there is one. I signed a contract and all, ya know? Word-binding agreement. I do want to teach eventually. But... just not now.

Change may be inevitable, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. But I oughta be thankful for what I have. I am after all, a very lucky girl. Come on, seriously, not many would sponsor 19-year-old brats for a 3-yr overseas education to study Music, of all subjects. LOL.

I still have April, May and June left in London, and I'm gonna make full use of the time left! Shopping, eating, concerts, touring, shopping, eating... YOSH!

Now, I just need to find a way to get myself out of overdraft.

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

coloured past.
7 6 5 4 3 2 1.
i don't want to say 'adieu'.
grow boobs, grow.
belated wishes.
Is it just me, or are stockings made of the most d...
some of my sch mates.
unbearably awake.
all ye lesser mortals, bow down before mitsuko uch...
missing lens.

previous rants

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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.