Tuesday, March 29, 2005

boo-ya-ka-sha!

I can't believe I haven't blogged for a fortnight. It's like not eating chocolates for more than two days, you know what I mean? But I'm still alive and kicking (albeit feebly). Been sick since Friday and I haven't gotten any better, and the bloody weather isn't helping.

Anyway. Here's two weeks' worth of updates!

1. I gave up cereal for Lent.

I'm very proud and pleased to announce that I'm no longer hooked to it. Wahahahahaha.

2. Jing came down on Friday night.

We had a really good time. I brought her to Portobello Mkt on Saturday via a VERY circuitous route (yes I was dumb to not realize that there was a direct bus to P.Mkt from my hall, but don't tell Jing, she'd kill me. She's in NY now so she won't get to read this post).

Came across a demonstration at Hyde Park. You know, one of those 'Blair/Bush is a dickhead' and 'Something something Iraq', and 'Palestine something something':

3.'Lynne always gets bullied...'

is my major take-away from Saturday night. Went clubbing at the Gardening Club, at Covent Garden. Some bitch, who was admittedly quite pissed, spilt a drink all over on me and the back of my favourite top. I tell ya: I was so mad! Just ask Jo or Jing, they'd tell ya. I was ready to claw her eyes out and stick a leg under and trip her and dump RED wine down her saggy front and bitch-slap her and ruin her shoes or something. I know I'm being vindictive but hey, you guys don't get drinks spilled on you on a regular basis. It's my 3rd time in a year. Anyway. It was fun while it lasted although the night ended horribly. And it was very memorable.

4. Jess's arrival.

She decided to come over to mine from Warwick for a day on Wednesday, and it's only 10 quid for the train ride. Outrageously cheap. That's not even near the cost of half of the accessories at Topshop these days. Here's a picture where Jing and I were over at hers in autumn 2003:

Me, Jess, Jing.

That was taken before we went to a pub. I think. I can't really remember. But the following photo is definitely taken before hitting the clubs:

Try to ignore the mess in the background. After all, if you have 3 girls in a room the size of a shoebox, you shouldn't expect it to look too tidy.

We went on to meet Jon and Moses, and headed down to Storm at Leicester Square. Excellent music, pretty cheap drinks but creepy men. There was the odd Spaniard, the tourists-who're-looking-for-some-action, and a few other gyrating mingin' weirdos. No fit men at all. Ah well, you can't have everything. It was really good catching up with busy-as-a-bee Jess! Now, we just need to think of a way to sneak Abby through London customs for us to be reunited.

5. Official end of Uni the next day.

Squeezed with Jess on the bed, but I didn't get any sleep! Went fuzzy-eyed to school to collect my Techniques takeaway exam paper, and that marked the official end of my London Uni life as I know it. No more lectures. No more official tutorials. No more lessons. I'm quite sad.

6. I am such a good best-friend.

Accompanied Jing all the way to Heathrow Airport, which is at Zone SIX! And as I watched her pass through the Departure Hall en route to New York, I felt this irrational surge of melancholia. It's stupid cuz I know she's only going to NY and she'd be back pounding on my doors in a few weeks time, but the whole Departure Hall scenario, her dragging her trolley bag, me sending her off... It all compounds together to create the illusion that she's going away for good. I think it's just the lingering stigma of Changi's Departure Hall imposed on me since Sept 2002.

7. I need to lose weight.

Cuz I sat on a luggage and I think I spoilt it.

The hour-long journey on the tube back home from Heathrow was crowded and chock-full of yabbering tourists. Their unwieldy luggages were taking up my precious leg room at the end of the corner carriage, and after 10 min of being cramped up, I sat on one of the luggages all the way to Russell Square. Thing is, I heard a crraaccck when I sat on it. I really hope it's due to something else, rats being decapacitated by the tube carriages or something.

8. Marcus's birthday

Happy Birthday Marcus! Had dinner and drinks on Friday, got to meet Danny and GooiZhen which I've not seen for AGES but I had to leave early cuz I was ill. And oh boy, I wish I'd stayed. I missed out on tons of action, damnit. But poor Jo got her iPod broken that night, my heartfelt commiserations to her! -wags a finger at the culprit-

9. I finally pierced my navel.

Yes, wussy Lynne finally got round to it! I went with Jo, her stud is amber and mine is green. And to clarify matters: I DID NOT CRY!! I did moan for quite a bit though. It's still kinda red and sore. Ouch. And my hacking coughs are not helping. I coughed so hard the other night that I tore open the wound and lo and behold, the Red Sea! Okay, I'm exaggerating.

10. What's been keeping Lynne going while she's sick.

This, my dear friends, has been a miracle cure for my illness:

And uhhhhh, yes. That's my Dad. I laugh so hard and long at the picture that I have no time to cough.

It's Easter break now, and the hall's eerily quiet. Everyone's gone home or off exploring some other country. No more shouting from my neighbours. End of bhangra music for now. No one will steal my food from the fridge.

Spring is here, which traditionally heralds renewal, rebirth and revival. But something has to end before something new can begin. There's some Chinese saying I believe: "Out with the Old, In with the New" or something like that. And I feel the pulsating forces of inexorable Time and Circumstance hauling me in. Drawing my London existence to a close, propelling me towards a new phase of my life which I'm not ready to come to terms with.

The thing is: it is going to happen in the next 4 mths, and I can't do anything to slow it down. There isn't any loophole or rabbit-hole for me to leap into and run away. Anyway I won't, even if there is one. I signed a contract and all, ya know? Word-binding agreement. I do want to teach eventually. But... just not now.

Change may be inevitable, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. But I oughta be thankful for what I have. I am after all, a very lucky girl. Come on, seriously, not many would sponsor 19-year-old brats for a 3-yr overseas education to study Music, of all subjects. LOL.

I still have April, May and June left in London, and I'm gonna make full use of the time left! Shopping, eating, concerts, touring, shopping, eating... YOSH!

Now, I just need to find a way to get myself out of overdraft.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

coloured past.

Procrastination strikes once more! I've decided that I'd hand up my essay on Friday. Who am I trying to kid, thinking I could have gotten it in today? I don't think my tutor will notice that the essay's late, he's a very busy man. *nods sagely*

I was looking through a friend's GORGEOUS holiday photos, and I felt the compulsive need to look through my own album. Thought I'd put some of them up for fun:

This was taken in the spring of 2003. Canterbury Hall mates.

From left: Bryanne, Jo, Me, Sunsun and Mel Heng.

These are my cute lil' girls from MGS Choir, a really mad bunch. They've grown quite a bit, I'm actually fairly proud of them.

I want to eat steamboat too. NOW.

Desmond, Kamil and Emmanuel.

Friends since Class of 1A2 1996 in MGS. I feel old:

Me, Jing, Tania, Jess and Vic.

ACJC MEP Class of 2001 minus Sunsun, taken after @rtikulation last summer. I just realized 5 of us in the picture are scattered all over the world:

Chun Rui (violinist), Eugene(pianist), me, Jason(trombonist) and Yibin(oboist).

CNY dinner at Magic Wok (stupid fortune cookie, grrrrr)

Preeeety Jo and me. My fave shopping/eating/bitching khaki.

Bobo the 'human' dog.

Went to the British Museum last week(?) with Daniel:

Yes yes I know I look like a fishball, time to lose weight. Errr. When Easter break rolls around. I promise, I promise.

Okay, last photo! Cannot leave out my scrawny but gorgeous best friend Jing:

Btw, she's coming down from Durham this Friday to stay with me for a week! Woohoo! Can't wait for her to come down! That leaves me only 3 days to pack up my room though.

Okay, photo overdose. And I apologize for the latest spate of ditz posts, this horrendous essay that I'm doing is leaving me pretty much drained. And fat. But anyway, enough procrastination, back to drawing tao-gays on my manuscript paper.

[For the uninitiated: tao-gays = 'bean-sprouts' - which look like music notes.]

Monday, March 14, 2005

7 6 5 4 3 2 1.

I was with LouLou 7 days ago at Safeway (oops, Morrisons), and my junk food bill came up to 666 - 6 pounds 66 pence. How freaky is that?

Never mind.

On Wednesday, for some reason or other, I woke up at 5.55am.

Alright.

Today, I finished 1/4 graphs, at 4.44am.

Seriously: what's with all these numbers, and figures of death '666' and '444'? Why can't I get '888' or '8888' huhhhhhhh?

Yeah yeah, knowing how sway I am, the next thing I know - my bra cup-size will really shrink to 3 As for good. AAA.

Heaven forbid. CHOYYYYYYYYYYY *touch wood*

I guess, I can always hope my tripled increase in junk food intake will boost my bra cup-size to 3Ds a la Jordan- DDD. (Who am I kidding? I'd be deliriously happy with just ONE 'B'.)

Off to do the remaining 3 graphs. Oh, I've 13 words outta 3000 words so far. [Yup, I haven't progressed from last Tuesday]

I should either start writing my will, or get my dad to buy 4-D.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

i don't want to say 'adieu'.

LouLou made me realize something today: I just had my last Analysis lecture of my degree two days ago.

And to think I've yet to write my analysis essay that was due on the 7th..! For some odd reason, I'm having so much trouble with the gestation of some Italian operatic terms, that I just can't seem to do it. I've got an extension - it's supposed to be in by the end of the week. Which technically means Friday right? But I doubt my tutor will come in on Friday, so I might be able to sneak it in on Monday morning.

Hmmmmm. Something tells me I shouldn't 'take a yard when given an inch' (whatever that Chinese idiom is), but it seems as if I've no choice. I simply haven't done it!

Anyway. I did a bit of calculation: I'm 3 tutorials, 3 lectures and 2 (hopefully!) piano lessons away from the end of term. And that's it. It's the END. END of all formal classes from Kings. From that point onwards, it's exams and before I know it, I'm back in Singapore. For good.

I really, really, don't want to go home yet. It's not that I don't miss home or anything, but it's the whole idea of plodding back to NIE (omg I'm a civil servant), never seeing my friends here again, missing London and my lifestyle. And the music scene back home is still very young, nothing like the rich vibrancy and variety London offers. And all the CDs! HMV's largest Classical collection back home is equivalent to a section under letter 'H' or something. It's a travesty.

Argh, all this pointless thinking about the humid and bleak future has got me all worked up in a frenzy. But you know what? Screw it, my essay comes first. That's far more important.

I do hate going to bed feeling down. Time for my emergency stash of chocolate.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

grow boobs, grow.

Every time I have to do an essay (I'm in the midst of one), my waist will grow and expand exponentially. This is due to all the extra junk I eat, in order to concentrate on my readings.

Thing is: after an essay, my waist is never the same again. Never. It goes past the elastic point, and undergoes deformation (yikes, I forgot all my physics terms) and is permanently stretched. No chance of it shrinking back to its original size. Now I know how pregnant women feel. Ugh.

Of course, I try to console myself it's all for your own good, it's your essay you know, 3rd year already, so it's okay to eat jumbo-sized bars of Galaxy chocolate and I have an excuse to buy new (but bigger) clothes.

Now, if only I can apply that to my boobs. I'd have bigger ones than Jordan. Au naturale to boot. Check it out below:

Introducing Jordan/Katie Price:

Damn, I also want (part one).

Either that, or a slimming package at Marie France Bodyline. I can always try to look for one of those corsets which push up all the flab to your chest, plumping up a non-existent cleavage, giving you a wasp-like waist, and a concave tummy. Woohoo.

Laetitia Casta. She's so pretty.

Damn, I also want (part two).

Just think, I would never ever need to exercise again. Not that I do, but that's not the point. It's the thought behind it.

I think I've procrastinated long enough, it's time to get back to my essay (I have a grand total of 13 words - it's the title), switch from bimbo to geeky mode, and try to impress my tutor with convoluted-but-intellectual-sounding sentences.

Stretta: This time, I hope my boobs will grow alongside with my waistline.

Coda: I suddenly recall the advertisement back home for some instant milk formula, with the little kiddies belting out: "We love 'Grow'! We love 'GROW'!"
Okay okay, out of point.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

belated wishes.

I'm hardly on time, and I'm not punctual with birthday gifts (if I even get round to buying them). So this only stands to reason that even my birthday wishes would be late. Here it goes:

Happy belated birthday to dearest Abby! That lucky girl must be living it up in sunny and warm California. I've to wear 5 layers of clothes when I leave my halls. Jealous.

And I know I'm a good 5 days late but still - Happy Founder's Day to fellow ACSians! It would have completely slipped past me if not for Lee Yang's reminder.

I was going to post the school anthem on my blog, but I just realized I've completely mixed up the MGS and ACS school anthem in my head. Ah well. So much for singing the AC anthem for two whole years.

Edit(4am): Emmanuel has kindly reminded me how the AC anthem goes:

Those were really some pretty good times.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Is it just me, or are stockings made of the most delicate fabric ever? I keep getting massive runs in them, and I have to throw away a ruined pair every three days.

And I swear I've not been doing anything funny or kinky.

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

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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.