Ex and the City

I certainly can't complain about being bored these past 24 hours. Woke up at 5am (by using the Emergency Wake-Up Call: setting the 5.1 speaker system to turn on the opening fanfare of Tchaikovsky's 4th Symphony) to go to play at some gig with fellow Mahidol string teachers at the new airport - some sort of first technical flight. Window dressing, as I expected, but then the windows were very nice. Not quite the impressiveness of KLIA, but then not quite as cold in personality either. We had practiced for some five hours a couple of days ago, and we played a grand total of five minutes. I resurrected my old habit of afternoon naps just for the day. Somehow after that it was somehow... cleansing to just watch TV without having the computer on at the same time. You know, Sex and the City, not Sex and the City and too many browers open to focus on anything. And so here I am at the cyber cafe, just came across the Friendster profile of an ex-gf who I haven't seen in almost a decade, and on the upside, got an invitation to write something for String Magazine. One more day and then it's SAYOWE 2005.

Lastly: Similar, no?


Chancellor Schroeder of Germany.


Zubin Mehta, born in Bombay, India.