Saturday, September 30, 2006

it turns out that.

I need 5 tea-cartons instead of 4. I was so proud of myself initially, managed to condense everything into 4 boxes but it turns out that I can't even lift them off the ground, and I reckon the boxes weigh even more than I do (the maximum weight for each box is 40kg, and believe me - I'm nowhere near 40kg). There's no way I can part myself from all my notes, think of all the time I spent in the gloomy libraries photocopying! And the effort I spent lugging them home! And reading bits of them! And letting them collect precious dust in the corner of my room! How can I let all these papers go to waste, by throwing it into the bin? Nein, nein, nein!

So 5 cartons it is. Oh well, I've always had a thing for prime numbers.

And everyone - I don't know when I'm coming back yet, but if all goes well, I'll be home very soon, like, er, in a few weeks, er, yah.

I'm aiming to write 7000 words of quality by midnight. I promise I've got it all sorted in my head, just that my brain (what brain?) and my fingers and the screen operate in different languages, they can't communicate properly. I wish there'll be wires I can attach from my brain to the computer, and I'll just have to think, and voila! All the words will appear on the screen in a beautiful and intelligent essay, with plenty of musical examples.

I'm delightfully deluded, am I not? Maybe the phrase should be 'deceptively/deliberately blind'. On the count of three: laugh with me!

Dominic>> I'm very happy - I just played through Aida/Amonasro duet on your keyboard. So fun! Let's play Mozart duets soon!

Yang'en>> Everything okay in Singapore? I just found your Wagner score at home (the cheesy one), I'll ship it back for you!

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

hoarder.
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.

previous rants

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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.