Friday, April 15, 2005

mini-break.

So I've been in the hall library for the past 3 hours. Everyone's left and gone, except for this other guy. Some random bloke.

I've been frantically trying to draw as many neat and legible tao-gays on A3 manuscript paper with my pencil. I know he's using a pencil too, because I can hear him blowing and brushing off the eraser dust from his papers. We take turns doing that.

Sometimes, he picks up his mobile and start digging at the keypads with a vengeance. I punch at mine.

My tummy growls vociferously every few minutes from the lack of food (so hungry!), and I hear answering rumbles from the other end of the room. Our exasperated sighs ocassionally disrupt the silent monotony of the night.

Although I've never seen him before, and I don't know his name, for now, I've never felt closer to anyone at this point in time.

For all that shared experience, only a tenuous connection exists, we're still a stranger to each other.

And so we continue, to sit at opposite ends of the room, scribbling words and music that only each of us understands.

Edit @ 0510: [warning: upcoming raving rant]

Yes, yes, I know I'm sway, but tell me: what are the chances of being ambushed by a random guy in the hall library at 430 in the morning? Apparently, he's only staying here for one night, and he just nicked two books from the shelves. I know all this and more, including his life story for the past month or so because he wouldn't stop chattering. Talk talk talk talk talk. I dropped blatant hints and even continued with my work while he yakked on but nooooooo he must talk for a full 30 min. Needless to say, I couldn't get much work done, and it's probably chock-full of errors.

Bloody hell, when I finally want to do my work, nobody lets me do it. NOBODY. Damnit, damnit, and damnit, there's no more time left, NO MORE! ZLICH! FINISHED! And yes I'm annoyed as hell, dead sleepy, and I'm ravenously hungry, but I don't want to eat now or I wouldn't be able to sleep. Do I sound madly incoherent? Not that I particularly care. I only managed to do 12 bars of Debussy analysis tonight, how pathetic is that? Oh, I'm never going to finish my 6 essays and 5 songs by the 25th, N_E_V_E_R. There goes my first-class for my degree.

*explodes and disintegrates into the atmosphere and hopefully I'd die so my lecturers will be appropriately sympathetic and I can use it as an excuse to plead for an extension.*

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

aiiiii i shld be studying.
overanalyze, oversensitive, overthetop.
midnight cravings.
R.I.P.
there's no point in wishing, really.
lynne is on a war path.
boo-ya-ka-sha!
coloured past.
7 6 5 4 3 2 1.
i don't want to say 'adieu'.

previous rants

August 2004
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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.