untimely escape

YAY I slacked the whole day today. I have no idea why but this arcane sense of tranquility has been all within me the whole day.

Random. My room is currently under the "microscopic" invasion of organisms. What organisms? I have no idea, did I not say "microscopic". There are ants around, lots of them due to the existence of leftovers on a plate or the last drop of milo leftovers from breakfast. Lame beggars. What transcends this annoyance is the fact that the ants are tinier than I expected. There are ants which are so small that I have to look really close to see them crawling on my skin. Thus, I get this itch very often in the day so much that I have almost become immune/accustomed to it all. Yes, this means that I actually have microscopic ants partying on me. Doesn't sound right, I know. I call this the invisible itch, but still, somehow it might be psychological, or the weather, or some hallucination. I don't really care.

I've been under the plague, the curse, the affliction of itch for most of the day. My piano room is infested with mosquitoes. Now, that annoys me. Imagine having a fly/mosquito/flying hippopotamuses hovering right in front of you when I'm trying to read the score, or when I'm seriously in tender concentration. Come on, everyone knows concentration is more friable than the most brittle glass around. I spammed a few base notes, they wouldn't budge. I then played a few high frequency notes, they still buzzed insanely, and that was when I concluded that mosquitoes are somewhat deaf. But when I go berserk on the last section of la campanella, it seems i always have something tickling me at my leg. I guess mosquitoes don't like things too loud for their ears. (or wait, do they even have ears!?). Maybe mosquitoes understand the concept of "strike while the iron is hot", or maybe in this case " stink when the prey is busy " or along those lines

Oh yes, while being caught up in arbitrary slacking...

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

David Fienberg

This is a poem I found. It seems perplexing at first. But it says a lot. I'll leave that to your own interpretation/imagination though. There's not many ways to interpret it.

Math is over and done with, forever. (quite certainly). For in the university, I intend to major in the C major. Or maybe I'll go for the Ninety Degree.

I think I am tending towards isolation again. Sometimes, I wonder why but a superiority complex is emerging from me. I have this problem of imposing ideas on others since young, always believing what I think is right. this is innate.

I practiced about 4-5 hours today. While feeling an immense sense of accomplishment, I also feel the consequential guilt. Studying will resume tomorrow. Yes, I woke up late, watched drama, practiced the piano, and then went exercising. So many things, all in the name "oh I was too tired to slack yesterday". For playing must be in proper conditions.