Sunday, September 18, 2005

contented sigh.

Back in London, and it's been excellent. Sunny, but chilly. It would have had been far better if I had the foresight to bring some sweaters over. Alas, that's one of the pre-requisites of last-minute packing: you just don't think about the consequences of your actions!

And really, just how many times do you think about the consequences of your actions? Think, before you speak your mind. Think, before you act upon a decision. Think, before you send that incriminating text.

Btw, do NOT fly Thai Airways unless you want to have a good sleep. They may have more leg room than SQ which is undoubtedly more comfortable, but there aren't any personal TVs. The horror! I had nothing to do on the plane except to eat and sleep, which was such an absolute bore. But I had an excellent full-body massage during the transit at Bangkok Airport, where the masseur contorted my body into so many various positions which I never knew existed. I don't even think they can be found in the Kamasutra.

I'm loving it here, and I feel as if I've never left. In the past two days, I've already went shopping with Jo around Oxford Circus and Bond Street, ate tim sum at Leicester Square, bought stuff from Boots and Tescos, and nearly got knocked down by an irate driver along Oxford Street. All these familiar experiences! I feel so at home.

Really excited about reading Music at King's again, and preparing my thesis topic. My piano teacher had already contacted me, and my fingers are itching to start banging away on the ratty Steinway piano.

Off to Ibiza tomorrow, and will only be back in a week. I can't wait to hear Tiesto spin!

p.s. Vincent>> accomodation how???

p.p.s. Jing, the Zara suede jacket you want is no longer here in London, they just stocked the clothes from the new season. You might want to buy it in SG after all..

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

here we go again.
my body clock is attuned to london already.
there's no escaping my swayness!
revamped. a new beginning.
visa blues and vampires.
Why do words and thoughts fail me in times of grea...
mambo and friendship.
Everybody, for my latest sway adventure, please go...
plateau.
lynne the SO-NOT tranny!!!

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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.