Met Cheryl:



 and was able to spend some nice time with her. Im like soooooo huge next to her. Then off to Rachie's Place  to play on her beautiful Yammie. What beautiful deep sound. Her popo was so nice ... they kept feeding me! Then i had to be hungry again at 2am.  Ordering in Mac. " ehhhh please call before you ring the door bell...... errrrgh no! no! DONT ring the doorbell!" cuz we didnt wanna wake anyone up.

Ben is soooo cute. specky! haha he was prancing around when i came to meet them at the station. And the security guard stopped him from crossing a small road leading to a carpark as car was approaching. " now you can cros... specky!" lol. Sooooooooo cute!!  And then it  was off to get Rachie's shitcolourphone. Fortunately she picked a pretty and sleek gold coloured LG. okay im kinda rambling...
I wishi could updare more! in fact i have so many saved drafts ...wanting to publish but they are all unfinished.

 Little brother stayed over the other day and i made delicious pasta and soup meal for him. Look what he ended up with- 


Before



After

New year was so slackish and so unhealthy for me. 
Going through night without sleep.... mos... booze. Urgh. '





Masterclass... concerts. Valentin Schiedermair;  Very imaginative interpretations.



Im now currenly obsessed with Liszt 10th trandenscendal etude, Ravel's piano concerto in G and Shostakovich 2nd piano concerto. Im getting bored with my rep right now.



 

who share the same liking for oldies.... and of course classical :)

In a little while from now,
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Where people ‘re saying,
“My God that’s tough, she stood him up!
No point in us remaining.
May as well go home.”
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to, but who wouldn’t do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,
All about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that
There are more hearts
Broken in the world
That can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

Now looking back over the years,
And what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried the tears
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand, why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart
So badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally