Wednesday, May 04, 2005 a bad day, a good laugh.Okay everybody, you have to go to this site, it totally cracked me up! I should probably mention that some background information of Strindberg might be needed to enjoy this fully. Basically he's a neurotic-but-brilliant Swedish novelist/playwright, who was one of the fathers of modern theatre. Okay, that's about all you need to know, go click on that link now. Oh, and Londoners take note: the Tate's currently showcasing an exhibition on him (it's not free I'm afraid, 6 quid), which is ending on the 15th of May. *pokes Yang* I can go after my exams, wheee. To be honest, this was such a shitty day that I didn't think I'd actually be able to laugh at anything, let alone at a website. I'm not going to whinge, but to sum it up: Posting my MOE Masters applications took me 2 hours instead of 30min, and I lost my debit card (again). It could be stolen: I left my purse lying around at the internet cafe today with the zipper open while I wrung my hands over the PMS-ing printer. So that's my fault. And I can't find my credit card in my room amidst the conglomeration of notes, clothes and manuscript paper. No cash till next Wednesday. Good, I shall starve myself from tomorrow all the way till I get my debit card, as a perverse punishment for my carelessness. At least my MOE masters applications are done, thanks to Manu and Marcus for helping me with my personal statement, Yang'en for the valuable info and to Sunsun for lending me money for postage/lunch/dinner. Back to Purcell. Fell asleep and I'm still at page 24. This is going to be a long night. she procrastinated @ 19:28 | |
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 in love. 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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