Saturday, July 08, 2006

birthday photos part 2, and 800quid.

Sorry I'm a bit late with these:

We had dinner in Leicester Square, and ordered a bit too much food, but we can always count on Lenny to finish everything. =) See the purple wrapped presents? That's Dominic's gift to me of many, many vinyls - including FIVE operas, Verdi galore! Thanks everyone!

You know, I was wearing a real pretty dress today. Just to make things clear, I did, and do NOT look like a strumpet. It's not even the least bit revealing, and it's a knee-length dress. But I'm getting ahead of myself here.

So I walked into HMV, and this random bloke came up to me. Looked fairly decent, black blazer, collared shirt, that kinda thing. He asked me if I liked shopping ('trying on clothes' was the exact phrase he used), shoes, bags, etc, and if I could be so kind as to spend the rest of the day with him, doing just that? As in he'll just accompany me shopping. He'll be like my silent shadow. Oh, and that he'll throw in 800quid as well.

Sigh, tell me - does my face scream 'Aunty' or 'Hooker' or 'Aunty-Hooker' now? Which one is it? Of course I said no, but I can't help thinking what I can do with 800quid. I can buy 800 vinyls. I can buy 233 Schenker manuscripts. I can afford to pay my library fines at least 4 more times. I can even get rid of my ancient dinosaur of a laptop and get a spanking new one.

He then exclaimed: "Not even for 800quid?" Look love, 800quid is not worth bulldozing through the massive throng of scavengers along Oxford Street on a Saturday. Well, not really anyway.

Even though the money was never mine to begin with, I can't help feeling that I've had a net loss of 800quid. And I've lost those 800 vinyls which could have had been mine. But that's like saying that because everything has a possibility of being mine, and it isn't, I've potentially lost everything that should have been mine - which is quite silly, don't you think? We don't even own ourselves, you know.

Oh well! There's no more time, move along now. (But I hate running.)

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

birthday photos part 1.
wrong season to hibernate.
pleased.
traviata, but none the wiser.
london chronicles.
bitching fit.
i must be back in singapore.
priceless!
i really shld be.
Maria for the day; jumble book sale.

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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.