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read between the lines
droning first night (as of midnight) of my almost-one-week holiday. thank god...it's about time. not that i'm saying work isn't great, which it is, but when you find yourself not being able to focus at times because you have a lot on your mind...that's not good.there's a lot i'd like to do during the hols but with the haze and my new cold it might not be so easy. how silly that i spend days on end outside and never get sick, but i fall ill while in the office. sore throat on tuesday, down with cold on thursday. and till today, panadol c only helps to suppress the symptoms, not cure them, from what i'm seeing. the minute the pill wears off, my nose starts sniffling and i constantly feel like i'm mildly sedated. ugh. i miss playing the piano. dearly. i mean i do get asked to play pretty often, but i rarely have it all to myself. was pressing down different sets of keys with both my palms absentmindedly over break-time last practice and my worship leader said i sounded like a primary-school kid. i said i just wanted to hear all the notes. think i'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms. which i am going to fix these hols...but it's real sad i gotta pay to play. what happened to the days when i could walk over to friends' houses and just crash their pianos? now that they've all left the nest, it's not like i can just knock on their doors and ask, "er, aunty ah, can i use your son's / daughter's piano for awhile?" i think i'll end my monologue here, since nothing else that's in my head is worth saying. i'm tired of the old ways. my stomach's starting to churn anyway. obey the stomach. obey the stomach. |
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