Sunday, December 31, 2006

the beginning of the end.

I'm still alive. I've even put on weight from mince pies.

I don't really have all that much to say despite the long hiatus (read - refraining from whinging about work, don't let me get started), except to wish all of you a very Happy New Year. Everyone's sorely missed.

It's been grey here in London, in all sense of the word. Cold, dreary, with the whirring hum of Giuseppe for company. As well as Schubert's Winterreise, Mozart's Requiem, Tchaikovsky's 5th - but they all live in my head for the discrete moment, and the endings are often forgotten. And of course, my mountain of readings and unfinished essays are my faithful companions.

Sorry I haven't been in contact with most of you, it's not personal, and all your well-wishes are greatly appreciated - far more than any of you will ever know. I'm just in an anti-social phase. And as how someone has put it, I've been in hiding. :) I suppose I am, but I don't want to emerge out of my cubby-hole as of now. I excel in running away.

Check back in Feb for posts, okay? The next entry will have to be after my coursework deadline. Provided I haven't shut this blog down - I will be home working as a teacher by then, wearing prim and proper clothes, together with a demure exterior (which isn't too far from the truth, eh?). And of course, cursing the heat, and missing will be an integral part of my life. (Jo! Dominic! Kevin! Everyone! Sobs!)

So folks, I will be back home in Feb. Please - no questions about work. And the minute I step onto home ground, I will hunt all of you down with my pitchfork and drag you guys out with me on an eating spree - you know who you are. I dream of hokkien mee upon occasion, as well as seeing all of your faces.

I was Miss Huang when I was 19 teaching in MGS, and come Feb 2007 at the grandiose age of 23, I will be Miss Huang once more. Where I will be, I don't know - the only thing that is concrete is this truth - I will be an educator for the next 7 years of my life in my home country, which is now frighteningly alien to me. This, despite my 19 years of having grown up there. A strange concept to mull over, and I actually feel the birth of this desire to teach the kids all about music, all that I've learned (well, what little I've learned) - if only I can skip this last stretch of my degree.

It will be difficult, but hey, I know it's going to be fulfilling. I doubt I can be a good role model for my students, but at least, I will definitely work hard to be a good teacher. :)

Don't say goodbye, but hello, to the end of a grand epoch.

Much love,
Lynne

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

Old wounds hurt most, I learned this today, becaus...
She speaks, repeating the old litanies, of worn ac...
time skips
and it all comes together!
beethoven's symphony no.7 2nd mvt
again,
towards that something
In the alley of shadows and death
Masking Tape
another end of the world

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.