Monday, July 31, 2006

do not wake me up when September ends.

Jess is making her way down to mine in a taxi as we speak, armed with a tiny, tiny fraction of the belongings which she had garnered in her four years of living in the UK. Which is about four big luggage bags, I believe. And I dread the inevitable - having to move out of my flat when September rolls round, and this means PACKING and PACKING and more PACKING. What am I going to do with my 60 vinyls and 60 scores and 80 storybooks, I don't know. And there's the duvet and pillows and CDs (which are still at Danny's) and while seemingly unrelated, let's not even talk about coursework.

So she's going to stay over for the next 2-3 weeks, as mentioned somewhere below, so say hello to days of delightful mayhem and revelry work work work work work! The two of us will be very hard at work indeed, struggling to finish our coursework by our respective due dates. This also means an influx of posts here, as that incorrigible disease called procrastination begins to possess my corpulent form once more. Hmm, had it ever left? I wonder!

It's going to be very hard to say goodbye to all my loved ones and friends which I've made here in my four years of holiday university here. But I suppose, some things have to be done, and people will have to move on, yes? How much can I cherish every breath of the soon-to-be-foreign wind, how much can I continue to savour the bittersweet tinge at the tip of my tongue before spitting it out, how long can I carry on trudging with the expiry date stamped on my forehead like a condemned prisoner, I'm not very sure, but all I know is that I have to manage somehow.

Ah, presently missing what will be missing in the future, seems so insipid and foolish! I'm really too emo for my own good.

Anyway, I'm not supposed to write my swan song yet. It's beckoning, but I will run away as long as I can, and hide under my vinyls and duvet of memories, until my eyes are prodded open with the malicious toothpicks of reality. So till then, please do not mention the linear properties of Time, let me jump back and forth as and when I want to. Do you know that I've my very own Time Machine right here in my room? I can hear the envy in your silent eyes, but you have your very own too. You just need to want to have it hard enough.

Btw, I wonder if there's any way I can run away from London and not pay my electricity bills..? They're ridiculously exorbitant. Maybe it's time that I start trying out for the National Lottery. With my kind of topsy-turvy luck, you never know if I may hit jackpot! What would I do with a million pounds!

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

vell, the point i vonted to make woz J L J L J L J.
feeling pained.
oversleeping.
one thing at a time.
I bet you're an Aunty at heart too.
it's one of those days.
procrastinating #x.
birthday photos part 2, and 800quid.
birthday photos part 1.
wrong season to hibernate.

previous rants

August 2004
September 2004
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November 2004
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November 2010
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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.