On time
If amazing music sends me into little seizures of joy, the past two nights have been one long epileptic fit. There shall be a downloadable video of some mindblowing beatboxing by Killa Kela, at some point. In the mean time, you must content yourselves with Justin Timberlake's "beatboxing", so that the video of Killa Kela will seem even more amazing, and you will all collapse in spasms of euphoria.
What I want to know is why people spend so much time between birth and death wearing watches. As if we didn't have little enough time. My hours today have been fruitfully splurged on packing my life belongings into small Walkers Crisps boxes. My weekend hours shall be frittered away towards manic shopping in Coventry. My Monday to Wednesday hours shall be consumed by manic visiting of special peoples in London. A good twenty hours of my life on Wednesday and Thursday shall be lavished on a witless interim of plane journeys and miscellaneous travelling back to Malaysia. My Christmas holidays will race past like Dutch gales. Another year shall disintegrate into the historical void. My education will pass like the flutter of wet lashes. My life will be spent wondering where all the time went.
In short.................I am fairly occupied until Thursday. Expect updates to be scant.