magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
like acid to polymer notes
...and have not love, my words are vain,
as sounding brass, and hopeless gain.
--some hymn
let me tell all of you little chickens about love. in the kaballah it is said that when your angel of death comes for you, you fall in love so painfully, and so completely, that your soul is sucked through your eyes. and that is why we die. so love can go and suck it.
but i quite like gain, whether hopeless or not! and i definitely love trumpet :) all that angpow money in my bank account is now pledged towards a bass ($400), practice pad ($80), a trumpet ($600), and a 5c bach mouthpiece ($80-ish? if i get it through my exband lobang. the old one's dented thanks to housecleaning). also the trip to greece/spain is going well (two recruits so far). that, together with the wolfparty at kohphangan (possibly $300), means i shall be flat broke for the indeterminate future.
my piano is out of tune again and the high high e key is stuck. that will be another 300 buckaroos.. sigh. i wonder if my yamaha card gives me a discount for retuning.
greys anatomy is a delightful waste of time. sucks away the will to do useful and constructive things like nothing else i know (except maybe the infamous short-nap-that-becomes-a-four-hour-sleepathon).
good news is that i dont have a to buy a new schoolbag. my mum couldnt wait for me to stop using my (acc to her) disgusting maozedong bag and just bought me a billabong one. the bad news is that its (acc to me) heinously-ugly and cost 75 bucks. oh well.
hooray for the new economist and natgeo! they just came in the mail. im not renewing my subscription to time. think it's a waste of money. shall invest instead in scientific american! which i think is awesome. sick of camping at borders to try and sneak the latest copy.
+ fictions&fires
12:57 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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