Saturday, September 16, 2006

random things in the morning.

I have a sudden craving for mooncakes and chinese tea. Yes, I know there isn't any chinese tea in this picture, but humour me anyway.

I also have this sudden insane urge to buy a paper lantern from somewhere and tread furrows around my block while carrying it. My hair would be tied up in pigtails. I will chant that pre-requisite Chinese poem that every single Singaporean has to memorize. It goes something like "chuang qian ming yue guang, di tou shi bu xiang", whatever it means, something about a bed and the moon and lowering of heads. All I can remember are the phonetic sounds.

And when the full moon has risen high above, I'd drop the lantern in the centre of the Seven Dials. Who knows? We might see a phoenix rise up from the ashes. Or better still - Mephistopheles! Make the bargain if you will, but trust me - you won't be able to afford the price, much less his interest rates. But I'm not saying anything new, am I?

By the way, I discovered anew today that my tutor's uncle is Sir Thomas Beecham. And I found out that Dominic's friend has a cello given to her by Sir Georg Solti. I wonder if female conductors will ever get knighted one day? Hang on, are there actually any out there? I had entertained foolish thoughts of becoming a conductor a very long time ago, until I realized that I can't hear orchestral colours. Devastated, I hung my head in shame, flung myself prostrate on the ground and begged forgiveness from my piano. Up till this day, I don't think my affronted piano has ever forgiven me for having done so, like how I don't think I've ever forgiven my ears for being the way they are. But all's cool, having perfect pitch is better than having none. I just wish I can distinguish the sound of the clarinet from the bass clarinet, it's such a useful skill to have in life. Like being able to burp on command, or open a packet of crisps with one hand. One step closer to knighthood.

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

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.
fuming at myself; gripe alert!
panicking.

previous rants

August 2004
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August 2011
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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.