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    Sunday, June 19, 2005

    Lazy Sundays

    Sundays always get me down.

    I'm a lazy, unkempt mess that mops around the house every last day of the weekend. Almost every Sunday. God forbid anyone to catch a glimpse of me in my Sunday clothes - other than my family of course (Bless them...).

    Not that I'd rather be out frolicking in the sticky heat of summer (which happens to be everyday in Singapore) and being squashed by the merciless weekend stampede in town.

    Sundays always lull by quickly. For one, it's because the hours are short (I have yet to see the morning sun on sundays..... you know what I mean). For another, I'll do things that just fill in the rest of the time that's left.

    Today, I got up late after an eventful night (a whole night of disturbing dreams), fixed my brunch and sat in front of the TV for 2 hours for an award-winning film, La Promesse. Silently thought-provoking, like the others that have been acclaimed. But I think what I really need now is a Hollywood blockbuster to neutralise the after effects of the show. Gimme Batman!

    Then I got on with the chores I've neglected all week - cleaning my hamster's cages, cleaning my room. Basically, just cleaning. (This is where the obsessive-compulsive thingy comes into play)

    Then I took out my flute to make some noise in the empty and quiet house.

    Thought I heard a neighbour grunting as he walked by the corridor. But maybe I heard wrongly. I think I may be half deaf after last night.

    Yesterday was Fete de la musique and Alliance Francaise organized a concert to commemorate this special festival. I think they should rename it Fete de la bruit (noise).

    Other than a few good songs in between, I only remember cringing because
    1. The music was less than good.
    2. The music was WAYYYYyyyy too loud (I could barely hear Ian's playing because the lead singer was taking pride in screaming)

    And just when I thought I'd be in for a treat because a JAZZ TRIO would be playing next, I was only disappointed MORE. Well, the pianist (apparently some really fantastic songwriter blablabla) claimed that they have only met that very afternoon but honestly, it's the worst jamming session I've ever encountered.

    The beats were off, the musicians couldn't coordinate, the pianist was stealing all the limelight with his incessant banging (note, it's banging and not playing), the double bass solo was a flop.

    What a night!

    Anyway, back to my lazy sunday....

    [Time of Confession] 6:47 PM
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