Wednesday, November 23, 2005

life's curveballs.

I've always thought of myself as an independent girl, doing everything on my own, not depending on others - who would look out for you if you don't look out for yourself? So it is to my abject shock and revulsion that I find myself utterly and wholly dependent on the internet and my phone. For those not in the know, my UK phone is dead (refer to previous post) and my internet connection just gave up on me. And no, I've not been downloading too much porn and hoarding ten million tenacious viruses in my laptop, but the router just.. died.

It's so horrible not being able to function without these 'narcotics', as it were: I can't wake up on time with the absence of my Sony Ericsson alarm on my phone, I can't do any online surfing/MSN and my fingers keep twitching of their own volition, I get all nervy and jumpy and I've just about chalked up at least 200SGD in bills using my roaming Singtel line just to call/talk/msg, to provide myself with some relief that I am still wired up, I'm not isolated, and I've an available means of reaching out to the world.

You might not believe this, but now that my fingers are on the computer keyboard, my shoulders loosen up and I involuntarily smile to myself, which only goes to show how tense and agitated I was without the internet. I am such an addict!

My internet recovery is currently set at an indeterminate date. Once again, it depends on the Great British Penchant for Inefficiency and I'm honestly not placing much hope on it. But you know, maybe this is divine intervention, telling me start giving a shit about things in life, stop all this apathetic behaviour, to start doing my work because my presentation's in less than a fortnight.. It's really up to me to interpret matters, to deal with life's curveballs when it hits me in the rear, and not ignore it.

And so I shall.

Or at least, I'll ignore it as long as I can until I have to confront it. Procrastination rules at the end of the day, eh?

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

no phone? bring on the alcohol!
if i die.
beethoven makes the world go round!
i really should be doing my 3 schenker graphs for ...
a quickie because i feel like it.
it's all been done.
headache.
and it all fuses together.
panicking.
it's always MY fault, innit?

previous rants

August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
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October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
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April 2008
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November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
November 2010
January 2011
February 2011
August 2011
October 2011
May 2013

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.