I realise that almost 80% of all my posts are about school. (and 90% of all statistics are made up on the spot), I should really stop posting about school. Sadly, most are lamentations. A small tiny minority are joyful, and this says alot.
Played daidee in school today during the long break. It was a refreshing 'break' experience because the hall was out of bounds to us. Daidee, granted, can get a little dull after awhile. I kept losing at the start, losing, losing, and then having to shuffle the cards. Well, winning in Daidee makes one not feel the full effect of the inevitable dullness of the game. Winning, somehow allows one to stay fresh. Imagine, losing daidee like 10 games in the row, can lead to insanity. (when I mean lose, I mean you don't win. if you don't win, you lose, right?). The major turning point of the game was when there was some sabomaniax going around the classroom of who to send some representative to some peer coach activitywhich is on every friday. I happened, to stare at my hand, seeing my rather 'unpowerful' hand, I figured I could not win. And inorder to express how much I thought I could not win, I said "if I win, I go!". And that was when, I made the biggest mistake of the day.
I won.
It was like a cruel joke played on me. Ive been losing, losing and just when I gambled my friday afternoon away, I had to win (which inversely, was actually a lost in this case!). But it's only for one week, I guess maybe, I will just go there and sleep, or past time. Still, I can't imagine myself being a peer coach. But if I was one, the first one to get counselling would be daniel.
It's up to you if you want to value that as a joke. (there's no really offense to it anyway).
Pertaining to that argument. It's true, just like what Jlam said. I really see no point in continuing the argument. Just like Farid said, I should be mature about such things. Perhaps, I was not very matured initially, as I evolved jokes to insults and then things started becoming personal. However, the crux of the problem lies not within these seemingly hurtful insults but exists almost literally in another dimension.In most situations, things should not always be taken at face value. thats why reading between the lines is not only applicable to story books and gp comprehensions but also in real life. For people who take things at face value and not see the motive between every single move. The real reason of engagement, conflict now, is still kept underlying beneath a magic carpet which is meant to maintain peace. Someday, when Aladin rides his magic carpet and flies into the horizon, then maybe everyone will see the truth. I've given up, not chickened out, but given up. It's time I focus on myself and take the evident disparity to greater heights. Lesson learnt. In a battle with lightsabers, the one with upperground always wins (according to obiwan kenobi by the way), but in a battle using words, it is usually,the one with the upper ground, on a higher plane, to refuse to continue engaging in any futhur pointless battle. Perhaps, ironically and paradoxically, I may have just retreated into victory.
If you were wondering, there's nothing supposed to be offending in the above paragraph. If you think there are, you're mind is playing tricks on you! Period.
Granted, it is like my habit to put a long chunk of words smacked right in the middle of a post to make the post seem long.
(and chunk, reminds me of how our physics lecturer said 'chunk', it was quite staccato and on a higher octave.)
I find myself overly ambitious. I should have realized the third movement of Moonlight Sonata is actually quite imbal. (despite warnings)Maybe I should just stick to my exam pieces, but infact, I really need something to spice me up to practice. I'll hold, pehaps for a couple of days to a week more. If I don't make significant progress in this sonata, I will give up. Ive gotten half a page down, and im still working hard trying to bring it's speed up.
And not allowed to use pedal makes it even harder. I killed my fourth finger trying too hard. (friction, somehow). perhaps it, will get better. I have all three movements printed. 1 and 2 seems okay. But I wouldn't want to play them unless I can play movement three. Damnit.
Impatient.
By hook or crook, I am definitely going to get myself a crunpler bag this weekend. I will post pictures on how dilapidated my current bag is right now. Those who have seen it would recognise it as a "beggar bag". Torn and tattered, I seriously wonder how I could have survived with such a bag. Futhurmore, my productivity has been seriously dampered because of this bag. Before lectures begin, an average person with an average bag and average neatness would take about 10 seconds to get their lecture notes out. I took 6 minutes.
And also, I don't have a pencil case. I have to dig my pens, pencil, specs, correction tape one by one. It's like treasure hunt each time a lesson starts. That's why I'm so unproductive. But either way, I can't get myself to concentrate nowadays. Studying, or mugging for any matter, requires it's own reagents ad conditions. And for anyone may actually realize someday that my condition for a conducive studying environment is almost unattainable. Perhaps it's like in 398 kelvin room with like 10 atmospheric pressure or something. I'll die before that. Im just not fated for any mechanical, muggerized work. (But maybe in desperate situations, I'll really have to heat myself up to that extent)...
As you can, as my post gets more and more ridiculous, and whereby entropy increases. You can see I am going to end my post very soon because I am just about to run out of things to say. (thus, explaining the crap).
Bye
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