Thursday, March 10, 2005

i don't want to say 'adieu'.

LouLou made me realize something today: I just had my last Analysis lecture of my degree two days ago.

And to think I've yet to write my analysis essay that was due on the 7th..! For some odd reason, I'm having so much trouble with the gestation of some Italian operatic terms, that I just can't seem to do it. I've got an extension - it's supposed to be in by the end of the week. Which technically means Friday right? But I doubt my tutor will come in on Friday, so I might be able to sneak it in on Monday morning.

Hmmmmm. Something tells me I shouldn't 'take a yard when given an inch' (whatever that Chinese idiom is), but it seems as if I've no choice. I simply haven't done it!

Anyway. I did a bit of calculation: I'm 3 tutorials, 3 lectures and 2 (hopefully!) piano lessons away from the end of term. And that's it. It's the END. END of all formal classes from Kings. From that point onwards, it's exams and before I know it, I'm back in Singapore. For good.

I really, really, don't want to go home yet. It's not that I don't miss home or anything, but it's the whole idea of plodding back to NIE (omg I'm a civil servant), never seeing my friends here again, missing London and my lifestyle. And the music scene back home is still very young, nothing like the rich vibrancy and variety London offers. And all the CDs! HMV's largest Classical collection back home is equivalent to a section under letter 'H' or something. It's a travesty.

Argh, all this pointless thinking about the humid and bleak future has got me all worked up in a frenzy. But you know what? Screw it, my essay comes first. That's far more important.

I do hate going to bed feeling down. Time for my emergency stash of chocolate.

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.

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grow boobs, grow.
belated wishes.
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missing lens.
pineapple high!
schumann and what not.
the problems of being Lynne.

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mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.