I went to Westfield with Giuli after English Ext. this afternoon for a particular reason which for the moment being I shall not disclose because a special someone could be reading.

However, on this note I have come to realise how unprivate my LiveJournal has become. My original purpose was to keep a record all the happenings of my (not so ( Read more... )

I've made up my mind. I'm going back to Concord. As greatly as I loath this idea, I think it's the best ( Read more... )

Standing over the brink of the year 2005, I am ready to take one more step and advance into the terra incognita of 2006. It is now time to look back and examine the events occurred over the course the past year, and in turn form a critical and objective judgement.

( End-Of-Year Exam )

Therapy was quite time consuming ( Read more... )

I have more memories than if I had lived a thousand years,
An old cabinet stuffed with dead ideas
- Bundles of abandoned verses, old receipts and bills,
Dusty locks of hair, and long forgotten wills -
Is not more full of secrets than my aching head.

Oh bahh! These translations never work. It's so rigid.

J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ( Read more... )

I had spent most of the past four days in bed with a bad cold, enormous headache, sore throat, runny nose, slight temprature, constant sneezes ( Read more... )

I felt I should make an entry.

But once again, there's not very much to write on beside the happenings of just another day.

I spent the morning playing piano.

Revised a few old pieces. Perfected section A of an amazing transcript of Fly Me To The Moon (listen to the MIDI here). Learnt a page and a half of Michael Nyman's The Heart Asks Pleasure ( Read more... )

Lucy left today. She'd been sick the whole time during her one month's stay here. Her metabolism must not have agreed with the climate. Poor thing ( Read more... )