| you're my aaaaaaaangel |
10 straight hours of lessons from 10a.m. to 8p.m.
that's conservatory life for you.
and tomorrow's schedule ain't better.
fucking exhausted.
and every other break you have to practise.
i'm a-living on my nicotine kicks.
no more hipbones disappearing into rolls of fat!!! |
|
|
|
| bitch bitch bitch pitch |
i'm living the Musician Diet: bread, ham, alcohol and cigarettes.
school is tough. (mozart is rubbish.)
anyway, haha, something amusing at yesterday's harmony lesson:
-czech student takes out dictionary-
laszlo (prof): which word do you not understand?
czech: BITCH.
laszlo: BITCH? (a bit too loudly) OH you mean PITCH???
hahahahaha of course i was the one laughing away like mad. cuz they were like, "BITCH BITCH BITCH" like as if it was the most innocent word in the world...
okok. anyway, VADIM REPIN and ZOLTAN KOCSIS were FUCKING AWESOME yesterday. we were sitting (for free) at the stage (like in esplanade the area for the chorus on the stage), and the PURE ENERGY that we felt was like... numbing? i don't know how else to put it, but nobody in the audience moved. and my leg fell asleep and i got pins and needles. it was BRILLIANT. i looooove repin.
so after that my flatmates and this belgium dude came back to our flat and we bought wine (cheap but good) and some beer... and yah. just get high and talk about rubbish things (hahaha) and went to sleep. a relatively quiet evening, i say. but stil hungover today. na bei.
hungry but nothing to eat..... i'm going out for a breather and to book practise room for tomorrow. |
|
|
|
| i'm going down the stairs on a white line.......... |
most of the guys here are good-looking.
sehr gut!
hmmm, but would you rather have a boyfriend who is:
1. hot face but not-so-hot body (e.g. too thin, pudgy)
or
2. face that is not-so-hot (e.g. looks like 5 kinds of shit, lost a battle with a 10-wheeler) but extremely hot body???
this is a good question that requires in-depth analysis.
anyhow, budapest is a great city. ALFRED BRENDEL is freaking playing tomorrow at the academy! and vadim repin on sat.... there's bartok, stockhausen, mozart's requiem.....
orgasmic.Labels: boys, zeneakademia |
|
|
|
| loveitloveitloveit!!!!!!!!! |
i love it here in budapest.
i freaking love the zeneakademia.
i've never practised so much in my whole life. every day! and i haven't even had a lesson with my prof yet for my major.
there are free concerts every week, free operas.
there is inspiration in the air! i love itloveitloveit!!!
and every weekend we go out and get drunk and crunk.
THIS is DA LIFE.Labels: budapest, zeneakademia |
|
|
|
| you're in the jungle baby! |
you know, i haven't spoken singlish for such a long time.
in fact, i've developed an annoying american accent (sometimes oscilliates with my british one), because people here seem to understand it better.
or else it's gonna have to be that european-english one... which i'm embarrassed to use cuz i am most obviously NOT caucasian in any way.
hmmmmm. i need to start practising my hungarian soon.... cuz orchestra's in hungarian and when the conductor goes on one of his stories i can't understand totally. it would have been fun if i could speak hungarian. hummmm.
right, have to go for cultural studies now. and later, philosophy and general music history. you know, i have to take FOLK MUSIC. goodness. god knows how it'll be like. BUSY BUSY BUSY!
ciao!Labels: english, hungarian, orchestra |
|
|
|
| TAAAAA FUCKING MA DE!!!!!!!!! |
TAAAAAAA MA DE!!!*
*insert a multitude of swear words
fucking false alarm haunted me for 16 fucking days.... and god fucking hates me cuz before that he gave me all the telling signs..... v pissed off and v cross.
tamade tamade TA FUCKING MA DE!
i am going on a diet.Labels: diet, fucking pissed off, TMD |
|
|
|
| hungarian conquest #1!!!! |
Went to Gödör Klub again yesterday with Karolina, my flatmate. There was like, some gathering of deaf people and everyone spoke sign language. Kinda weird. But anyhow, it was a good night. Met 3 charming Hungarian dudes and it was really funny cuz they only spoke a little English, but we managed to communicate.
Well, it was a good night because it was a FREE night. As in, they bought our beer and god knows how many pints I had, because they kept bloody refilling my glass. So it was like beer heaven cuz the glass was never empty. Hahaha. Arany Ászok - very good beer. The best thing about the Hungarian night scene is you can smoke indoors in pubs and clubs! So I demolished a whole pack yesterday. V bad. OH oh, and there wasn't cover charges so WOOHOO! Well, went to some club after that, and it was good. Heh heh. After 2 weeks of sobriety and saintliness, it was liberating.
Anyhow, won't elaborate on that, but I'm still a tad hungover. Burr. And it's such a nice day today with sun (it's mostly grey and drizzly like bloody London now), but I can't enjoy it because all I want to do is to lie in bed with a hot bag of chips and eat away the hangover.
Well, guess my hipbones are now comfortably cushioned in rolling waves of beer -fat.
NA BEI.Labels: club, hangover |
|
|
|
| fatty bom bom |
It is very bad that school is so slow in starting.
I have nothing to do except to go online, eat and sleep.
My hipbones are disappearing....
Disappearing into rolls of fat that is.
Na bei.Labels: fatties, school |
|
|
|
| mi piace italiano! |
Love it when Aranka (my landlady) cooks. Orgasmic I tellya! Have learnt some secrets of her authentic Hungarian cuisine.
Anyways, YAY I've got a hot Italiano flatmate! Nice work! See, I always have some kind of strange affinity with Italian men. Heh. But then I don't know bout living in the same flat; I'm always strutting aroud indecently-dressed, for what is point of an apartment if not to feel at home? Hmmm. But anyway it's cold now. Freaking weird weather. In one day it changed from 33 degrees heat to 10 degrees freezing cold. Nabei.
Aiyuh, nothing's confirmed yet so I'm still bumming around waiting for school to start proper. Burr. Hungry.
Ooh ooh, the Fresher's Ball is coming up! What to wear? What to wear???? EXCITING YEAH!Labels: cooking, italy, school |
|
|
|
| maybe that's all just part of your imagination. |
Just had the most excellent dinner of my life. Aw c'mon, it's so good I just HAVE to blog about it.
I was nearly in tears at this meal; it was so transcendental, so heavenly, so out of this world... (hahaha, reminds me of Lit Paper 4, IMAGINING OTHER WORLDS. shit paper which gave me hell)
My nice landlady cooked this awesome meal. MMMMMM. I've never eaten so much salad in my life - it was THAT good. And I hate vegetables, so that should say something. Each course of the meal was like an explosion of flavours in my mouth. It's salty... no it's sour.... no, is that onions? Mmm cheese and broccoli... Reis und fisch... Wie kochen Sie die Reis? Es ist schmecken gut!
Being a greedy bastard, I of course stuffed myself so full now I kinda have indigestion.
OH YES! I've realised that the best solution to constipation is drinking large quantities of beer. GUARANTEE that you will shit in 24 hours! So... yeah.Labels: beer, dinner, greedy bastard |
|
|
|
| Szia! Hogy vagy? |
Everything's cool so far. Went to this really really REALLY COOL music club last night (Godor Klub), and they had this jazz performance. Well, they have live music every night, and yesterdays just BLEW ME AWAY. I was like, HOLY SHIT. The bass was AWESOME, the drummer was marvellous and the sax was BRILLIANT. Multiphonics and all.
Not to mention the cheap alcohol.
Anyway, I fucking hate cooking. I try to microwave everything, but my fucking sausage exploded in the microwave. Almost chopped off my finger. Haven't even started school and if my finger's gone I can fly back to Singapore and collect disability pension. Hahaha. Not that we have anything like that. Or work off the rest of my miserable life at MacDonald's, eventually rising to the post of Floor Manager.Labels: alcohol, budapest, cooking, jazz |
|
|
|
| CHAPTER ONE. |
I'M IN BUDAPESTTTTTTTTT.
9 more days until I'm totally free.
Ugh.
It's like a forced cold turkey detox. I am bloody grumpy and cross right now, don't fuck with me.
Shouldn't have left for Budapest so early. DAMN.
My holidays: 23.10 - National Holiday
Fall Holiday: 24 - 26.10 (hahaha, 3 days.)
Last teaching day: 20.12
Anyway, I'm in my new, 3-bedroom, 2-toilet apartment, which is just across my school. Shiok. Lazy bums like me don't have to walk too much.
I'm too tired and pissed-off and cranky and everything to blog. I NEED A GODDAMN FUCKING FIX! ARGH!Labels: budapest, fix, grumpy |
|
|
|
| LANDMARK DAY! |
Today is an historic and joyous day.
I have metamorphosed into a C cup! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
AWESOMENESS!!!!! 'Tis the right size, just nice. Don't grow any bigger and don't grow any smaller.
HURRAH!!!!! |
|
|
|
|
|
posted by mia at 