An Uninspiring Spring
Life's been pretty uninspiring of late. It's been so uninspiring that I haven't done laundry for a week. Not that doing laundry requires one to be exceptionally inspired but as I'm so uninspired now, I would rather blame my lack of action on my current uninspired state than on my omnipresent laziness.
I wouldn't have realised that I hadn't done my laundry for such a long time if I hadn't ran out of Triangles, and thus had to be constantly reminded of my inaction by the unusual constant passing of wind Down Under, not forgetting to mention the friction as well, thanks to Boxer. I think I should hit the sink soon else I'll have to survive tomorrow by flipping Boxer around.
Anyway, my stage hasn't been as fulfilling as I had hoped. Fractals are interesting, but they're also pretty much incomprehensible. I have to programme some stuff to analyse 3 gigabytes of data but I'm spending my time watching many 1.5 gigabytes of films. I'm slacking but I'm not slacking in peace. The universal equation of slacking=happiness obviously doesn't apply to me. I'm suspecting that my brain had been washed but I don't know when or how Dey did that. People who had their brains washed usually don't know anything.
In any case, I don't want my life to be screwed and I'm going to find my way back to the universe where slacking=happiness applies. That, unfortunately, is going to take time. For short term peace, either I start chanting scriptures every day or I start staging (read 'starching') seriously.
Next Saturday, I'm tunneling to London via Eurostar. As I've mentioned before, I'll be visiting Mr Judoman aka Liang Long aka Length. I wrote him a mail few weeks back to secure accommodation for Yeejia and I at his place. As people who tour Europe would know, it is sometimes not easy to ask friends - even close ones - to provide you with shelter. That probably has to do with the 'bu hao yi shi' nature of the Chinese. Hence, I was actually personally quite pleased with how I drafted my email to Length. Voici, my first mail to him:
Hey length,
chye here. I just went for a skin thickening surgery this morning so that I can write you this email. My girlfriend and I will be visiting london from 19-21 may and we were wondering if we can get shelter at your place on the 19th and 20th night. If it's not convenient, I would very much like to meet you over a plate of duckrice at the legendary duck rice hotel in london during my trip there. Let me know if you're free during that period and if we can take the floor at your place for the 2 nights mentioned above. ciao and hope jens lehmann's company has been good to you.
from across the channel
chye
Voila, maybe I would be better off being a diplomat than a teacher. Anyway, Length had agreed to house us but he hasn't yet gave us the address of his place. I wrote him another email yesterday, this time promising to bring him croissants and baguettes. If he doesn't reply by Wednesday, I hope a few bottles of Bordeaux will do the trick=)
I wouldn't have realised that I hadn't done my laundry for such a long time if I hadn't ran out of Triangles, and thus had to be constantly reminded of my inaction by the unusual constant passing of wind Down Under, not forgetting to mention the friction as well, thanks to Boxer. I think I should hit the sink soon else I'll have to survive tomorrow by flipping Boxer around.
Anyway, my stage hasn't been as fulfilling as I had hoped. Fractals are interesting, but they're also pretty much incomprehensible. I have to programme some stuff to analyse 3 gigabytes of data but I'm spending my time watching many 1.5 gigabytes of films. I'm slacking but I'm not slacking in peace. The universal equation of slacking=happiness obviously doesn't apply to me. I'm suspecting that my brain had been washed but I don't know when or how Dey did that. People who had their brains washed usually don't know anything.
In any case, I don't want my life to be screwed and I'm going to find my way back to the universe where slacking=happiness applies. That, unfortunately, is going to take time. For short term peace, either I start chanting scriptures every day or I start staging (read 'starching') seriously.
Next Saturday, I'm tunneling to London via Eurostar. As I've mentioned before, I'll be visiting Mr Judoman aka Liang Long aka Length. I wrote him a mail few weeks back to secure accommodation for Yeejia and I at his place. As people who tour Europe would know, it is sometimes not easy to ask friends - even close ones - to provide you with shelter. That probably has to do with the 'bu hao yi shi' nature of the Chinese. Hence, I was actually personally quite pleased with how I drafted my email to Length. Voici, my first mail to him:
Hey length,
chye here. I just went for a skin thickening surgery this morning so that I can write you this email. My girlfriend and I will be visiting london from 19-21 may and we were wondering if we can get shelter at your place on the 19th and 20th night. If it's not convenient, I would very much like to meet you over a plate of duckrice at the legendary duck rice hotel in london during my trip there. Let me know if you're free during that period and if we can take the floor at your place for the 2 nights mentioned above. ciao and hope jens lehmann's company has been good to you.
from across the channel
chye
Voila, maybe I would be better off being a diplomat than a teacher. Anyway, Length had agreed to house us but he hasn't yet gave us the address of his place. I wrote him another email yesterday, this time promising to bring him croissants and baguettes. If he doesn't reply by Wednesday, I hope a few bottles of Bordeaux will do the trick=)
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