a boring old hag who loves to scream her head off, mutter in gibberish, and talk to random people on the streets.
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Beautiful music. Gorgeous food. the Sun.Sea.Sand. Butterflies. Dance. Movies.
Spontaneity. Laughter. Love. Courage.
The Weird, Beautiful, and Unique.
the entire collection at HMV
my spanish chef (: im gonna marry him!
zonk time!
more of Desigual and Koi Nobori!
the yakpak hobo bag!
A Lifetime of Musicmaking with Inspiring People
and to share this with the world
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
the past two weeks have encompassed pretty much everything, ranging from coming down with the entire fever package to meeting up with random people and goodness knows what else. i am depressed from the lack of an audible voice right now, the feeling of thinking u were speaking audibly when in actual fact what everyone hears is just garbled warped mumbled nonsense, at a low frequency at that, is pure torture. i stood in the bathroom waiting for my mum to bring me a tee when what she heard was: i dont want! and so disappeard off to the kitchen. hah! bet all u people who ve previously suffered from ms wong's shrieks and high pitched in urface shouts, ure all smirking eh!!!! evil toots.
had a four hour breakfast with ms goon. time flew by amazingly fast, been a long time since its done that, disappear into nothingness when u felt like it was only an hour! so we sat there, sheltered from the pouring rain, while the breakfast crowd thinned and the lunch crowd entered, and had totally random, interesting, philosophical (well...i know, i tried my best to be) and inspiring conversations. it was a little like discovering a pyschic half. and i love psychic people! like how bananababe and twinny always end up calling me when im on the way home alone, or on the bus, bored to tears. perfect timing and frequencies (: and like how my grannyfriend gave me that happy book of butterflies ive been looking at for a year. ps. tcc's breakfast rocks, do try!
sat draws nearer. and in my woozy state of mind, i dunno what im feeling. i actually am just looking fwd to pure uninterrupted rest and sleep. on the plane, in notts, in duesseldorf. wherever. and im actually paranoid abt losing my luggage. its all that mister whathisname's fault, the one that appeared in this sunday's globetrotter page. he jsut had to go tell whole singapore how heathrow airport lost his luggage and now i have this impulse to stuff everything in my bagpack whenever i pack.
the thought of practicing millions of hours on a steinway right at home, makes me feel excited. (: and soaking in all tt deutsch
then theres the thought of possibly going usa and meeting wenhaw in another continent. ok this is so out of point n irrelevant.
and theres the call of spring and summer, complete with sparkling picturebook worthy flowers! I LOVE FLOWERS.
and then, u think of mum and grandaunt and the teachers and the friends and indulgz and the random people.......
chilipadi on 1:00 AM
