Friday, May 06, 2005

lynne the blooming hermit.

Now that I've been pushed underground by work work work, essays essays ESSAYS and deadline deadline deadlynne deadline with my secret stash (well, not secret now) of high-calorie junk food, I simply haven't had the time to practise piano.

And my fingers are getting itchy. I swear they're getting fatter from the lack of exercise.

And so is my butt for that matter. I couldn't fit into my jeans today. I had to wear the loose ones and they were so freaking tight that it's the return of C.A. syndrome. A-G-O-N-Y. (Jo, you know what C.A. stands for right? It's between us okay, cannot tell anyone. Ssshhhhh..) Sitting down to take the exam was a pain though, soooo tight! Now I know how women in the 18th/19th century felt when they had to wear corsets for underwear.

And you know the hot and flushed feeling that you get in your face, butt and tummy when you overeat? That means you're putting on weight, and I'm feeling that NOW. My face can pass off for as a pork ball. A big one. Need to go jogging soon in a few days time.

Okay, back to what I was saying. So. What do I do about my restive fingers? I punch and abuse little squares on my keyboard. I poke at the buttons on my mobile. I peel oranges and get flaky white residue on the underside of my fingers. I pick up food with them and put them in my mouth. Food and fingers occasionally. There's nothing like using your fingers to clean the inside of a packet of crisps, and slowly sucking the bits off.

Mmmhmmm. I like sucking eating.

Back to work.

By the way, I really miss playing the piano. And I don't care if my Ligeti and Schumann are shite. I JUST WANT TO PLAY.

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

i hope i'm PMS-ing.
a bad day, a good laugh.
in love.
FULL LYNNE PANIC!!!!!
out came the sun, and dried up all the rain.
defiant hedonist.
you know you're...
yah, yah, a-ha, and then.
mini-break.
aiiiii i shld be studying.

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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.