fun laughter peace & joy: YO rhsl & other cool stuff
FUCK there's a giant wasp about the length and size of my thumb (my thumb is pretty large) hovering around the bathroom and there's no fucking way i'll take a shower with that thing hovering around threatening to sting me or make a nest in my ear or something. so i've decided to blog before getting the vacuum and - oh double FUCK my parents just changed the vacuum to the kind with no bag that you have to empty out every time so i'll have to empty out an ANGRY wasp that's been sucked into a stinky new vacuum cleaner damnshitfuck. just my luck they're out getting groceries. wtfwtfwtf blast it.
so, i've had quite a thrill-packed 24 hours (ok, considering my life; stop smirking), i'll go in reverse chronological order.
beethoven. sonata op. 2 no. 3 the C major one. this is (musical) classicism in its death throes, it's lovely stuff, no emotional content except a very spiritual 2nd mvmt where i do all the p's really pianissimo and then the sf's really loud just for the kicks. the first movement is quite wacky if you play it my way (the p & sf contrast again) and the 3rd and 4th mvmts i play in a kind of sustained and florid muscle spasm lasting about 10 minutes. in short, brilliant piece, shame about the playing =D
let me see, what else? i read the papers this morning, saw another snooty singaporean complaint about people hugging each other in parks and on public transport. i mean, what's the deal? at least they're not out dogging, right? (dogging: UK slang for sex in public) conservative asian society my ass, they're just poor deprived people who didn't have their fun when they were 20 and want to spoil it for us now they're 40 and think they know better. (i might turn into one of them when middle age kicks in -.- ugh) besides, i think we ought to be grateful when people are hugging and smooching as tightly as possible on the MRT; gives the rest of us more space on the blasted carriages. wtf, they should be awarded for snogging away. i mean, population density and all that, when we have 8 million people on this shitty piece of land ALL of us are going to be locked in a massive group hug ANYWAY. or buy johor. get used to it, is what i say.
xue yang called me up last night, long tiring convo about 1984/THT. i have no freaking clue why he calls up a lit noob to discuss his ideas; but it was really funny cos i started the call standing up, then sat down, and by the end i was lying on the floor. in the right position to literally ROFL when i said "but love doesn't exist in the world of 1984" and he replied something like "oh come on, love doesn't exist." that was funny. well it doesn't exist for me, but i'm sure it does for some... eh adam? oh sorry, "feelings are boring; kissing is awesome" =P
went to borders last night. my parents got ratatouille, watched it at night. the soundtrack's fantastic, and the anton ego childhood memory part just takes the cake. i rmb peck wally and i laughing our butts off in the cinema. suspension of disbelief ftw, nvm about the talking rats hehe. i also bought 3 books at borders cos they had a 30% discount coupon: zadie smith's On Beauty, gabriel garcia marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera, and jorge luis borges' Brodie's Report (collection of short stories). you can see i'm getting into latin american writers.
crashed YO rhsl with shaggy and ruolin. saw most of the pals back there again. lol shag & rl were getting harassed during break by the kiddies teasing them about how they happened to crash the same rhsl. good thing shag didn't go cycling in the end or their attn might have fallen on me. rofl.
I miss YO rhsls, they were seriously the best fun of my adolescence; my best friends are almost all from there. orchestral pract is awesome. i love the non-verbal communication that goes on in pract; it gives me a wonderful warm fuzzy feeling when people can say 'heyyyy great to see you again' halfway across the room, with just their eyes, or even just turn around and wave or smile or give a O.o raised eyebrow face when we hear some weird wind stuff; it cracks me up when i see the "oh SHIT i should have practised" faces over at the 1sts; i get a kick out of sightreading everything when everyone else has been practising like siao. its crazy but its damn fun.
cracked some jokes with my old section pals, caught up with the new comm, had some hilarity at wen-yi's expense (hello wen-yi if you're reading this!) and mrs wong has finally changed her shoes so they don't sound like percussion on overdrive roflmao (it's an in-joke, never mind; but it was hilarious when her clogs came in on time and -I swear- in sync to tchaik's marche slav a few months back, shaggy and i had exactly the same O.o expression). haha grats mrs wong! she looked absolutely delighted to see me, which was really nice of her; so did mr lim which was also nice of him. brilliant brilliant. great to be back. sigh. warm fuzzy feeling ftw... miss you all.
played caesar IV in the morning, but no one's interested in that so i'll end on the warm fuzzy feeling note. for 2 hours yesterday i felt absolutely great, almost like back home again. those were the days. ah well.
time to face the wasp's wrath.
UPDATE:
couple of minutes after i posted, my parents got back, and when i checked the wasp was gone. phew. otherwise i'd have smashed it brutally against the kitchen tiles at a strategic moment and wiped up the ugly, ugly mess - or it'd have stung me in the process and made me sit next to the phone waiting to vomit pus and dial 995 to be brought to A&E for an allergic reaction.
so, i've had quite a thrill-packed 24 hours (ok, considering my life; stop smirking), i'll go in reverse chronological order.
beethoven. sonata op. 2 no. 3 the C major one. this is (musical) classicism in its death throes, it's lovely stuff, no emotional content except a very spiritual 2nd mvmt where i do all the p's really pianissimo and then the sf's really loud just for the kicks. the first movement is quite wacky if you play it my way (the p & sf contrast again) and the 3rd and 4th mvmts i play in a kind of sustained and florid muscle spasm lasting about 10 minutes. in short, brilliant piece, shame about the playing =D
let me see, what else? i read the papers this morning, saw another snooty singaporean complaint about people hugging each other in parks and on public transport. i mean, what's the deal? at least they're not out dogging, right? (dogging: UK slang for sex in public) conservative asian society my ass, they're just poor deprived people who didn't have their fun when they were 20 and want to spoil it for us now they're 40 and think they know better. (i might turn into one of them when middle age kicks in -.- ugh) besides, i think we ought to be grateful when people are hugging and smooching as tightly as possible on the MRT; gives the rest of us more space on the blasted carriages. wtf, they should be awarded for snogging away. i mean, population density and all that, when we have 8 million people on this shitty piece of land ALL of us are going to be locked in a massive group hug ANYWAY. or buy johor. get used to it, is what i say.
xue yang called me up last night, long tiring convo about 1984/THT. i have no freaking clue why he calls up a lit noob to discuss his ideas; but it was really funny cos i started the call standing up, then sat down, and by the end i was lying on the floor. in the right position to literally ROFL when i said "but love doesn't exist in the world of 1984" and he replied something like "oh come on, love doesn't exist." that was funny. well it doesn't exist for me, but i'm sure it does for some... eh adam? oh sorry, "feelings are boring; kissing is awesome" =P
went to borders last night. my parents got ratatouille, watched it at night. the soundtrack's fantastic, and the anton ego childhood memory part just takes the cake. i rmb peck wally and i laughing our butts off in the cinema. suspension of disbelief ftw, nvm about the talking rats hehe. i also bought 3 books at borders cos they had a 30% discount coupon: zadie smith's On Beauty, gabriel garcia marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera, and jorge luis borges' Brodie's Report (collection of short stories). you can see i'm getting into latin american writers.
crashed YO rhsl with shaggy and ruolin. saw most of the pals back there again. lol shag & rl were getting harassed during break by the kiddies teasing them about how they happened to crash the same rhsl. good thing shag didn't go cycling in the end or their attn might have fallen on me. rofl.
I miss YO rhsls, they were seriously the best fun of my adolescence; my best friends are almost all from there. orchestral pract is awesome. i love the non-verbal communication that goes on in pract; it gives me a wonderful warm fuzzy feeling when people can say 'heyyyy great to see you again' halfway across the room, with just their eyes, or even just turn around and wave or smile or give a O.o raised eyebrow face when we hear some weird wind stuff; it cracks me up when i see the "oh SHIT i should have practised" faces over at the 1sts; i get a kick out of sightreading everything when everyone else has been practising like siao. its crazy but its damn fun.
cracked some jokes with my old section pals, caught up with the new comm, had some hilarity at wen-yi's expense (hello wen-yi if you're reading this!) and mrs wong has finally changed her shoes so they don't sound like percussion on overdrive roflmao (it's an in-joke, never mind; but it was hilarious when her clogs came in on time and -I swear- in sync to tchaik's marche slav a few months back, shaggy and i had exactly the same O.o expression). haha grats mrs wong! she looked absolutely delighted to see me, which was really nice of her; so did mr lim which was also nice of him. brilliant brilliant. great to be back. sigh. warm fuzzy feeling ftw... miss you all.
played caesar IV in the morning, but no one's interested in that so i'll end on the warm fuzzy feeling note. for 2 hours yesterday i felt absolutely great, almost like back home again. those were the days. ah well.
time to face the wasp's wrath.
UPDATE:
couple of minutes after i posted, my parents got back, and when i checked the wasp was gone. phew. otherwise i'd have smashed it brutally against the kitchen tiles at a strategic moment and wiped up the ugly, ugly mess - or it'd have stung me in the process and made me sit next to the phone waiting to vomit pus and dial 995 to be brought to A&E for an allergic reaction.
posted by Unknown at
11:03 am
9 Comments:
lol. xue yang is a funny guy.
not really, no... if i had a penny for every time i wanted to tell him to screw off, i'd be made. for life.
It's not true when you said nobody's interested in Caesar IV - I am. III used to be my favourite game. I'll be hunting for pirated IV when I get back home.
- Ming
do you have III? i originally had it but i played it so much one hols i burnt holes in the cd. literally. can i borrow? plzplz =D =D i like caesar III more than IV actually cos IV uses tiny grid squares so each insula is 6x6 squares and the path is 3x3. damn irritating to put your buildings down. III more fun. plus more sandbox scenarios where you just do your own random stuff.
=/ Sorry... I don't have it - I played it 6-7 years ago. Most probably it is hiding in a landfill somewhere in Malaysia.
How about when I hunt for IV, I'll try to find III too? (If you don't mind playing pirated games :P)
lol why on earth were you lying on the floor by the end of xueyang's call??
um. wasp story = ew but there are often bees/bugs in my room (i live next to some sort of jungle which has two pretty hornbill-like birds and lotsa bees :P) so i empathise.
zadie smith! on beauty = very nice. white teeth is funnier in a witty and sharp sort of way, i think, but on beauty is good too. you might want to read howard's end by e.m. forster too, cos it's sort of inspired by that apparently. except uh you've probably read it already heh.
ahh i wish she would write more books soon! also hey nick hornby has a new book coming out soon (in singapore, not sure if it's out yet) you like his stuff right (: it's like some skater tony hawk kinda teen (angst) story.
ming: hehe i don't mind at all XD lend me if you can find it plx!
eli: if you've ever been on the phone with xy trying to address his imaginary academic problems, answer his interminable questions (i swear, he reads off a whole list of qns and asks you to hang on while he jots down your answers), and generally prop up his insecurities, you'd be lying on the floor too. =D he talks more than my mom's friends and that takes some doing.
dee: i tried passage to india and couldn't survive the first few chapters. if i really willed myself to do it i might, but i'm staying off e.m. forster now. liked white teeth so i figured i'd try on beauty. everyone should read gabriel garcia marquez; i dunno about borges cos i haven't started on it yet. and w00t for nick hornby! utter lad lit, but......
that was long enough to be a post in itself heh.
i'm currently 50 pages through ulysses and i've hit a brick wall. To paraphrase the words of john cage, I think i'm gonna spend the rest of my life banging my head against that wall.
As for xue yang's academic problems, they are in fact imaginary because he seems to have discovered that by writing 'Tan Xue Yang' on top of his essays he can get straight As for anything - but i'm not bitter. Nope. and answering his questions is better than being party to his philosophising which i understand is what's responsible for Rayner's perpetually rather addled state of mind.
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