Ramifications

The distant future cannot fail to seem bleak. I find myself sandwiched between excess choices. A myriad of choices that diverge and converge at the same time into one hobson's choice. The do or die scenario is never new, however it does seem to induce more of that, that, that adrenaline rush. Or bluntly putting, pressure.

Yesterday marks the end of my aimless, wandering, aloof me. And today marks the very beginning of this 42 day adventure. An adventure where protagonist ideally is bereft of distraction. Enters his super zone mode, and pulls out his very own Excalibur that impales the rocks.

Sadly, I am inflicted with a status commonly known as a bad sore throat. However, I had chilli for lunch and chilli for dinner again. I finally suffer under severe miscalculations. Even several dosages of throat medicine and strepsils could not ease much of the pain. I find myself stubbornly believing that fighting fire with fire, is a workable plan.

Oh yes. (seriously, I don't know why am I blogging in such a tone tonight).

Yesterday was spent at Benita's birthday party at this mansion. Everything was okay just that I perhaps have been too much of a spoil spot falling asleep (deliberately or not, you decide) in the middle of all that ecstatic pandemonium. Majority found themselves hanging around the main living hall where the same regulars take turns playing what I call, " a bore".

A game seemingly called "Rock band", which I myself don't see the point to it. It captivates to a certain extent by creating a chance for people to think they're doing music. What is emitted is nothing more than pure noise. The game seemed like a variation of rhythmic games (which family includes O2 Jam, DJ max and so on and so forth). You press the buttons as the screen seemingly perpetually loops and spawns new patterns for one to engage in battle with. A nice concept which was good while it lasted. There were drums, but I have never been a fan of drums, let alone electric or bass guitars.

Inane it may seem to me, I cannot fathom the thought of how everyone could remain glued and hyped about such a game. I gave it one hour to reach it's saturation capacity. It did not. one and a half, everyone still remained in their excited states (same old people though). Not everyone got a chance to play, I never wanted to defile my hands.

My opinion probably is obscure in the eyes of many. Like I said, to each his own, and Rock band is certainly not within the ken of my interests. I will not obtrude, I will not try to implore. but merely state what I feel is right, and what I stand for.

Perhaps I was sincerely tired.

Back to reality. I feel noob, I probably am. I feel that demoralization is actually motivation. How ironic. The more I don't know now, the more I will, when I find out.