Friday, October 28, 2005

panicking.

There are 3 days left of Reading Week, feel my heavy footsteps and my heartfelt cries of anguish, for the end of a magnificent 'not-doing-work' epoch is at hand.

Since there's so little time left, might as well go out with a big bang, eh?

Can't wait for Sat!!!!!!

she procrastinated @ 13:48 |

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

it's always MY fault, innit?

I've had it with my neighbour. The one on the Westminster council. 3/5 polite exchanges would always begin like this:

"Lynne, you didn't shut the door to the apartments."

"... I'm positive I shut it behind me both on my way out and in."

"No, you didn't. I'm very sure, because..."

Round 6 just took place earlier outside my door, and it wasn't exactly the most pleasant lecture conversation I've ever had. And she goes on to justify her statement about how students are the only ones with flexible timetables and none of the other neighbours would have done so simply because this 'problem' only arose after Vincent and I moved in. Do I not know the severity of the consequences of leaving the door open? Do I not know that the junkies are just across the street running up and down? Do I not know that it's so dangerous that she had to get the policemen to collect her oranges from the next street? (!!! Now, that's what I call servile civil service!) I tuned out after that outrageous statement.

So I've already been judged, and found wanting. You know how it is: once stubborn old women make up their minds about you, you can try to defend yourself until the cows come home decked in red and blue, and they won't even have budged an inch. Trust me on this: I've lots of personal experience in this field. So, there really is nothing else that can be done except to nod solemnly in counterpoint to her fugal accusations. For my ears' peace, if nothing else.

"I expect a letter coming in from the town council regarding this issue."

Yah yah, whatever. Piss off already.

she procrastinated @ 21:51 |

Saturday, October 22, 2005

it's been long in coming.

I HAVE INTERNET CONNECTIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN


*coughs* Ahem. Sorry I've not replied to anyone yet, this is the first time I've come online since the last time I blogged, which was only like a gazillionbilliontrillion years ago. Apart from random finger spasms, ripped paper and an abused stuff toy, it was no big deal going cold turkey from the cyber world, no big deal at all.

Anyway, I've wireless at home now. The big question is: do I get off my lazy arse and do some much-needed practising, or shall I stay at home and re-acquaint myself with the holy sanctuary aka the internet?

Decisions, decisions. Anyway, here are some photos!

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1st row: It's Jo holding the map, and of course that's Vincent in the driver's seat.
2nd row: kitchen and my previously neat bedroom.
3rd row: kitchen window and the view outside, and that splash of colour is my notice board above my desk.

The other pictures were taken on the way to college yesterday. Life in London isn't complete, until you witness a demonstration along Aldwych - on the average of one every three months.

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That's Jess, my darling darling ex-coursemates and Daniel.

Last round of pictures for now, the rest are in Jo's phone:

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1st row:Belgos with Ash, Lishi and Uncle David
Rest of pictures: Nights out with Jo and Lalang!

And because I feel like doing so, here's a random list:

[0147]. When changing clothes, always draw the curtains.

[0235]. My fellow neighbours must think I'm the neighbour from hell. The neighbour above kept scolding me for not vacuuming the 'common corridor' (ME, not Vincent! He must have showed her his rippling biceps), the neighbour below was furious when the water from our kitchen started leaking from her ceiling when I was washing up, and the same neighbour also caught me throwing litter onto her balcony. Sigh.

[0137]. All of my coursemates are disgustingly clever. I'm almost repulsed.

[1469]. You know the dinner you cooked was an unmitigated disaster when Vincent, The-Man-Who-Eats-Anything, has to add liberal amounts of BBQ and tomato sauce to the food before eating it.

[0511]. I just blew 200quid this week on CDs and books, especially those by Haruki Murakami. Excellent writer.

[0369]. Cab journey from home to school takes 20-25min, where you spend an average of 15min rooted in the same spot. The woes of living in Central London.

[0713]. Cab fare from home to school during off-peak hours only costs a measly 16quid - 50SGD. Ahahahhaahahaha..haha.......ha. *teary-eyed*

Is it just me, or is it bizarrely warm for autumn? I can wear my ACJC/MGS T-shirts and shorts, and walk around at home without feeling cold. Not that I'm complaining! Sigh, the excitement of having my place all wired up is making my thoughts run helter-skelter and I not only sound illogical, I actually feel illogical.

In any case, it's time to get down to some hard work and serious business of downloading anime, manga and movies practising piano and reading some Stravinsky. See you guys on MSN in a few hours!

she procrastinated @ 16:31 |

Monday, October 10, 2005

do you make your own fortune?

I don't know how many of you guys remember my last post made in Feburary about Chinese New Year fortune cookies, that oh-so-familiar phrase of 'Failure is the Mother of Success'.

That was at the restaurant 'Magic Wok'. I went back to that fateful place to have dinner with Daniel, who came down from Bristol for the weekend. This time, I was pleasantly surprised to get a nice little fortune slip: "You will be reunited with old friends", and there I was, reunited with Daniel across the table!

It's pretty uncanny, considering I bumped into a lovely MGS junior on Saturday at Selfridges, whom I've not met for years. She was shopping with her cousin and aunt, and her cousin's my Yamaha senior whom I've not met since 12 years old. How coincidental is that? We had performed our music compositions together in Indonesia many, many years ago. Back then, I was a horrendous spoilt brat (I'm currently reformed), suffering from the everything-should-go-my-way syndrome, which isn't uncommon, really. That might have had accounted for the slightly wary look in her eyes. Ah well.

Considering the fact that I'm definitely going to meet up with my undergrad coursemates this week, as well as Miss Busy aka Jessica Cheam, the fortune slip is pretty much accurate, don't you think?

(I know I know, all the fortunes are deliberately made to be sweeping statements so that everyone can identify with them. But for once, just agree with me already!)

Which led me to think about that damning fortune slip I'd received earlier in the year. And you know what? It IS accurate. The sheer essence of the 'failures' I had this year, cannot be compared to any other period of my admittedly very short life. But as it said: "Failure is the Mother of Success", and I'd like to think that I'm a much stronger person for it.
And wiser.
And sadder.
But smarter.

And it's quite ironic really, that it's always the little mishaps in your life, that puts things in perspective, and cements you in place. Alas, I'm still a very thick-headed student when it comes to the lessons that Life has to offer.

So my dear, dear friends, the moral of the story is that most fortune cookies are mystifyingly spot-on. What are you waiting for, go eat as many as you can!

And it's okay if you don't get a good fortune. Because somehow, someway, everything will be just fine.


p.s. Lalang told Jo and I that she heard the news on the radio, reporting that Camden Town's squirrels are addicted to cocaine. HAHAHAHHAHAHAhahahaaa

she procrastinated @ 12:32 |

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

I got a call from Jo last night, about an accident involving a blown-off rooftop of a double-decker bus opposite Bayswater tube station. It's only 5 min away from home (I'm living somewhere equidistant from Bayswater, Paddington and Royal Oak tube station), and right smack in the middle between Jo + Lalang, and Vincent + me. Being the kaypoh Singaporean, I dragged Vinny with me to take a look at the rummage. I even took pictures of it with my camera phone, ha.

It was pretty much mangled (think 'Bus bombing, Tavistock Square, London, July 2005' all over again) and we all thought it was a bomb or something. Thankfully, it turned out to be some stupid tree branch (thanks to Lee Yang for the info).

But if it had really been a bomb (which we all thought it was), freaky might have had been an understatement. And yet, despite the close proximity to home, the news didn't really hit me. I might have as well been back in Singapore, for all the impact that the visual sight of the wreckage had on me. This apathy on my part, feels somewhat disturbing, and yet I'm not too bothered that I'm not that bothered by it. Am I making sense? I'd like to think that Vincent's right: it'd only hit me if someone I personally know is involved. Then again, I'm probably a sordid sadist at heart.

And I feel kinda sad that I don't seem to care about the could-have-had-been tragedy, or anything else for that matter. It seems as if after trying so long to steel myself against emotional indulgence, trying to fit myself into this ill-cast mold of being 'consistently apathetic', I have all too successfully adopted this demeanor. I have become what I desired. Now it's backfiring on me: I realize I don't want to be this stone corpse, part of the living dead you see walking on the streets, all those people with soulless pupils and empty hearts, I don't want any part of that.

Maybe I'm exaggerating under the influence of the dreary cold weather in London (absence of sunlight does funny things to you), or it's due to the drop in my blood's sugar levels (time for a muffin). It may well be the fact that I've got wee bit of homework to do. Your usual run-of-the-mill 4min 33sec presentation next week, a number of readings, new piano pieces to learn, dissertation topics, analysis of a trio sonata.. all due in next week. Very humdrum.

In any case, I'd moved into my apartment as mentioned earlier, and it's starting to look fairly cosy. My room's starting to get untidy, and that's always a good sign. There's nothing like a good mess to give your room some character, don't you think?

And also, I've discovered that oyster sauce and lots of cooking oil are the magic ingredients to making your food super tasty! You can't go wrong if you have those! And no, in case you were wondering, I've yet to burn the kitchen down. Yet.

she procrastinated @ 15:28 |

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

Old wounds hurt most, I learned this today, becaus...
She speaks, repeating the old litanies, of worn ac...
time skips
and it all comes together!
beethoven's symphony no.7 2nd mvt
again,
towards that something
In the alley of shadows and death
Masking Tape
another end of the world

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chasing snowy cars
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cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
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hell's kitchen
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m y s t j
phringe
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sibling angst2
spector dan
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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

"One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.

And there were phlegmatic souls.