A stranger shows you kindness that those closest to you in heart will not offer. And you do not realise how much it broke you until you had a minute of silence in the car while a friend went to pay the parking ticket.

It's 5am and I'm eating a peanut butter-jam sandwich while further delaying my homework. Today is the first day of a looming week. Things to do and days to count off. Today I will prepare a feminist-saturated report on gender development, tidy up rehearsals, buy a capo, strive to tick at least four things off the task list and get some ice-cream.

There's an astronomical amount of cash to raise up by this Friday. Contingency plan: Sell a small organ. Of the musical variety or non. So the next few days are going to be days of joy as I come closer towards or further away from the exchange trip to UK pencilled in for July.

Am not very near to what I need but it has been !!! for the past few days: Thank you. Thank you. And I can keep going on.

It's now at 1605/3000.

Work in Progress

If you have any red tablecloths that I could borrow for a night I'd love/really love to hear from you.


Something on heart shapes next Friday night.

Shifty

In between a corrupted design software that keeps shutting down, nibbling on turkish delight, thinking about homework and reading about ghosts in Catholic boarding schools, I've decided to stop procrastinating and move.

From there to here, actually.

It has been a rather subdued Chinese New Year. We spent an afternoon at Dad's hometown and had lunch on an open rooftop. It wasn't as cold as I had remembered it to be, but there was this ginger duck dish that made the long drive up worthwhile.

Our gig got featured again last Sunday in the papers, with my co-conspirator fuelling the quotes. The only fleeting presence I had was in being described as 'the almost 23 year-old'. And the funny thing is, I'm contented to have it that way.