deft dissonance.

I guess the recent outing with the ol' ac band peeps wasn't as "well-received" as expected. I guess it was okay to let david, sorta the "meticulous one", to plan the outing without much perusal, but only FOUR people turned up. tsk.

Despite being half the original bunch, it was good fun. I guess we never, ever fail to see the salaciousness, of the bigger picture, even in a smaller one.

i mean, 4 guys in a shopping mall (Plaza Sing)- wad cha gonna do.

Turns out that dominic saw one of his rather rotund college juniors smoshing (heh heh) at that ice cream parlor smack dab in middle of PS (Gela-ra or smth), with a pretty lady. After he told us how unfitting the protanganist's name, and the nature of the mating situation is, i proceeded to name the junior in question wilbur-
"he looks like a wilbur, therefore we shall call him wilbur."

At this point, i figured we were just gonna bitch about him, and resume our trot round the place.

Then dominic took out his phone to take pictures.

now, i'm not one to partake in such ludicrous conquests.
it's downright childish i tell you. cant stand stuff like that.
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In other news, Lester is now armed with a Cybershot k800i, baby.

The nifty thing's pretty smooth and i haven't had anything to gripe about.
though i had though it came with a drop dead gorgeous tennis player.
my bad.

plus it has an awesome camera... Tested it out at PS taking random shots.

Wilbur would love the pics.

Lester
wilbur.

Posted by Lesterizer at 1:16 AM | Permalink

it's gettin awfully quiet around here. and quienscence is a begrduging concept. Hence i shall attempt to muse, despite my inherent sombre mood. (my a levels are about a month away).
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It has been 6 days since my prelims concluded;
but i guess it hasn't concluded in its entirety- the results will hardly cease to haunt me when they manifest themselves one by one. But thank goodness i'm a person who moves on. right.

Upon reaching home, i would always dash up the stairs to my room, pounce on the bed. (no, jessica simpson doesn't live under my sheets) And i'd always pass the shed. For muggles, "the shed" is where music people practise, it's kinda where the dried up blood and sweat are ostensibly evident. Anyway, i realised it's been 2-3 months since i last picked up my horn.

God i miss fingering through the keys, and singing through my instrument. Imgaine a poet who has had to go mute, a painter who is fettered blind or dancer who like, stopped being pretty. the travesty!

I miss the incandescence of performance. The moment on stage where you have to summon up the tenacity to deal with the focus of an audience, and in switch in time it, you could just let it all go OR make your presence on stage fleeting, in the best of manners. I wish i coul just sum it up in "a rush of adrenaline", but i guess that cheapens the fleeting adventure, if you will, of the arts.
Maybe John O'Farrell's intro to "Walking into the Wind" elucidates this most artfully.

"But of course you never do shatter the magic because for that precious hour or so the audience completely love you and that is why being on stage is the greatest job".

hmmm come to think of it, the audience doesn't love you all the time and being on stage might not be the greatest job in the world. but you get it, la.

Cant wait till all this is over so i can start monkeyin ard.

Lester
yea lady... my dreams are big.


p/s i was at Nokia's Customer Service Centre at Wheelock place to get my ol' 7610 fixed up at 4+ on sunday. Due to my impeccable timing, i had to queue up behind 30 people. Guess what- while i was moping the lost of my sunday afternoon (i'd prolly have to wait an hour or so) , this charming young woman waded through the crowd just to give me a better queue number. i thrashed up my 161 for the 133 she gave me and got called up straightaway.

wow. she chose me. hehe. *play forest gump theme.
lol she strutted towards me and i notice right away coz she was kinda hot, and then she held up the number and asked most daintily: "hey, do you want this."

heh heh yes... i want both. LOL jk.


angels do exist... i hope they make sure she chances upon this place.

Posted by Lesterizer at 10:36 AM | Permalink