| a birth is a tragedy. |
there is so much tragedy in a birth, don't you think?
when you come to think of it.
because we all know what comes inevitably.
the human body is a treacherous one.
we are all traitors to ourselves.
what keeps us alive will eventually kill us.
a birth is a funeral,
celebrated 80 years earlier,
mourned 80 years later.
in other news, great koncert! it's over! woohoo! no orchestra (i hope) for the next few weeks! fucking starving. it's the weekend!! it's the end of my month of sobriety!!! |
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| springrolls and curry and fishing |
during solfege lesson (which inexplicably involves some minutes of talking about food and spices hahaha):
laszlo: ... so do they have a lot of boats in singapore?
me: huh?
laszlo: you know, those boats in the river....
me: uh... yeah..... for tourists....
laszlo: and people live on the boats? and fish?
me: huh???
laszlo: fishing is a popular job in singapore right? and in hong kong too? people earn their living as fishermen??
me: HAHAHA! 100 years ago!!! HAHAHA!!!
laszlo: OH SORRY, but you know, i've always thought that... yeah, nevermind.
HAHA! it's so funny the concepts and images people have of singa-bloody-pore.
well, food is a great topic, like how we spent about 10 mins discussing the origins of springrolls (!!!) and what kind of sauces we eat them in... or curry and indian spices...
lessons in the lisztc academy never fail to deliver. |
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| a fag after a shit is very satisfying indeed. |
the good thing about fall and winter is that one does not have to shave one's legs and underams or bikini wax, because no one (well unless one hooks up but that is very unlikely in my case, but this is too complicated to deconstruct in a blog) is going to see one in one's state of undress or negligible dress.
which is why i often go for yoga and pilates with a crashing realisation that ONCE AGAIN I FORGOT TO SHAVE MY ARMPITS GODDAMMIT! so embarrassing and unaesthetic!
but then again, who cares about hairy armpits when i fart in class? (but no smell ah!!! NO SMELL!!!)
anyway we are all ladies so we understand our mutual plight of hairy armpits. if god (well, holding on to the popular belief that one exists) intended for us to have clean armpits, he wouldn't have given us hair there, would he? unless he's a particularly malicious one (yes that is very convincing looking at the state i am in) who deliberately laughs at women frantically veeting our bodily hair.
or maybe it's just an extension of the punishment for eve having eaten the forbidden apple. |
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| OAP. old and putrid. |
if one drew a graph of my practising hours for piano and bass, one would assume that i major in piano and took the bass for a minor.
dude that is not good. NOT GOOD.
wrists are feeling queer now after countless hours (as usual, Panic day before piano lesson) of mendelssohn's finger-gymnastics. damn that fella, it's so difficult but I'M GONNA MASTER IT NO MATTER WHAT!
it's so strange, that i'm falling in love all over again (YES IT CONCERNS MEN!) with people i never used to like (a strong, passionate dislike would be accurate).
wait for it.... wait for it...
the 2 big 'M's. mendelssohn and mozart.
seems like the guys i ever fancy are either dead or impossible to attain (example, tony jaa, george clooney, etc.etc.).
huh. huh.
even pre-pubescent little boys and girls (and yes i do, in fact, know of such (oh god, i can't say it) c-cou--ples personally) are getting together in relationships! i mean like, has the girl even got her first period yet?! does she have pubic hair?!!?!?!? that is UNACCEPTABLE!!! UNACCEPTABLE!!! my biological clock is ticking, and i feel like an old and putrid lady who has a nest of cats at home and spends her time watching re-runs of eastenders. make that an impotent, incontinent, old and putrid hag.
maybe i should consider being a bisexual, because as they say in 'little britain', "at my age, i can't afford to be too picky."
AARGH! SURELY i am better than that????
god is ferociously mocking me. |
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| FEAR IS GOOD. FEAR ENHANCES PLEASURE. |
i realised my philosophy lessons deal with sex a lot. haha! more priceless quotes from today's session:
"for the cynics, they live in the city, amongst the people... amongst NICE GIRLS.... but not to make love! maybe some cynic women live amongst NICE BOYS... but not to make love!"
"what is happiness? (re: hedonist school) to eat good food, to drink good wines, to make love, to have sex... EVERY MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE!!!!"
"aristippos like to eat, to drink, to have sex... NOTHING ELSE!"
"he was a REAL greek playboy! yes, he does what playboys today do...."
"for epicurus, we have to check our desires... aristippos will feel like having sex, and so, he goes AND HAVE SEX NOW!!!!!" (that was kind of shouted at us, so i really burst out laughing)
yes. philosophy's quite a sexy subject. |
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| no one can stare like the english - bland, remote, faintly curious. |
for all his stupidity and shit, sometimes i really feel sorry for george w. bush. poor man is the butt of all jokes, even though he did deserve it.
I AM ALSO VERY UPSET AND CROSS AT THE BLOODY SHITTERS AT ARSEANAL. AAARGHHH!! fear not, we shall see who comes out on top next year!! it's still early. be still, my heart. argh!!!!!!!!!!! so annoying. |
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| i have no shackles, except incompetence. |
i am an awesome cook. (not being sarcastic here)
my talent is boundless.
FINALLY the week is starting! the weekends seem so draggy now that i am too tired/lazy/grumpy/stressed to dress up and party. and i can't sleep at night, waking at up irregular intervals until i finally have to haul myself out of bed at 9am to go for lessons. pfft. (HELLO, i haven't used this word for a long time! if it's even considered a word.)
god i love margaret atwood. everytime i finish a novel, i'm like, "HUHHH. HUHHH. WHAT THE HECK?" and it's just so good i'm addicted. i'm a pretty obsessive person who is easily addicted, but also easily bored. so maybe after a month i'll hate atwood. it's the same with boys. unless?... hmmm.
why are you so goddamn competitive. it fucking stresses me out. because i am too, so i need to be on top and one step ahead. it's in my genetic chinese stock. burr.
BOLLOCKS!! (love this word) |
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| some people are just easier to love than others. |
mmmm, just had a box of sushi, home-delivered. a tad expensive, but i couldn't take it no more. i'm still goddamn hungry and lusting so bad for that tuna sashimi (vöröstonhal). but i can't afford it. :( i'll just have to wait till christmas or something and order a party set (which i am sure i can devour alone). fish is so good. so good.
ta ma de!!! i want to order another set!!! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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