Sunday, September 24, 2006

hoarder.

The more I pack, the more I realise just how much sentiment and importance I attach to each item. Be it a concert ticket stub, or a top I'd bought from one of my tours, or even a pair of sunglasses - it's crazy how these once-ordinary items are now laden with such tremendous significance. I want to keep every single one of them.

I've been very cruel and ruthless since last Wed, throwing away ALL my concert programmes which I've painstakingly accumulated for the past 4 years (especially those from the Proms), but I've kept the ROH opera guides. All the vinyls, CDs, scores and Murakami books have been stashed away in brown cartons with the help of Jess and James, and my Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell book is now in the hands of somebody I trust. :)

Anyway boys and girls, Lynne's no longer going to be staying at Porchester Square. Starting sometime next week, I'll be staying over at Dominic's (indefinitely! Poor Dominic!). I'm looking forward to it - he'll be trying to convert me to musicals (probably a lost cause), and I'll be trying to convert him to Chinese food (probably also a lost cause). And we'll probably spend the rest of the time belting out arias from Verdi's operas, and playing Mozart four-hand piano duets. Ermm. Apart from working, of course.


Shout-out to Jess: Have a good time! Will miss you loads but I'll definitely see you in a few weeks! xxx

she procrastinated @ 17:35 |

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

packingpackingpanickingwillitneverend.
random things in the morning.
waving my arms around.
no memory to call its own.
it's been 348 days.
taking the piss.
best concert i had ever seen in my entire life!
summer of 2006.
time reinforces and diminishes.
there is no satisfying greed.

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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

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

And there were phlegmatic souls.