Friday, December 09, 2005

lynne the red-nosed reindeer.

Logically, I can think of 9823497 things which are worse than falling sick in the dead of winter. But right now, amidst lots of used tissue, strewn clothes on the floor, spilt packets of shortbread cookies and 4 different bottles of water, I'm not too sure about that. All I know is my red nose is dreadfully sore and dry, my constricted chest is preventing me from breathing properly, I can't stop coughing and my head hurts. I can't taste anything but I'm so hungry that I just chew and swallow the biscuits anyway.

So this is the price to pay for running away to Amsterdam with Jo, Lalang and others over the weekend to see Tiesto, braving the icy wind (no warmer than 2 degrees Celsius) for nearly half an hour in the wee hours of the morning wearing only a t-shirt beneath my coat, and 3 hours of sleep in next 2 days to rush my Stravinsky presentation. That didn't go very well, I'm afraid - my graphs were utterly incomprehensible to the class. Sigh.

My my, I'm getting old. But no regrets about Amsterdam! It's a great city that's full of character, one of those places where you can feel its colourful past coursing through the cobblestones below your feet, if you know what I mean. You have all these canals running through the city, the trams which zoom by perliously close to the pavements, excellent food [Jo and Lalang loved the beer], great company... It was brilliant! The only grouch I have with it is the weather: it's actually worse than London? It was pissing the entire time we were there, which was such a let-down.

In any case, the end of term is drawing near and time has flown by so quickly! [I haven't even collected my CDs from Danny's!] Nonetheless, I'd be glad to return home for a while and bake in the sun. Pause. Then again, maybe not. All the three Js and one A in my life are not going home for Christmas -wails- oh woe is me! I will miss all of you very much!

Anyway it's just one more week to Christmas break - be sure to relish your last week of term! And finish up those essays before term ends, understand?

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

thrice and counting.
don't jinx yourself!
grant me sleep and more.
plea to you.
question of the week.
life's curveballs.
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 ...

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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.