After a few days of staying at home, finally I get to see the real blue azure sky right above my head. Today was actually another slack day. Early in the morning, I went to the squash court aka the slaughterhouse to play squash. It was actually amazingly exciting considering how I got owned. Squash is a difficult game, a sadistic game-as it's name suggest. Anyway. Anyway. Tomorrow is Christmas Party and so, it makes me feel slightly a little happier. I'm sure the days ahead will set itself apart from the very humdrum nature of the days so far. I am actually, at excited state. Following squash, me dom and tim sat ourselves comfortably outside church to have stone-ing fellowship.
Something which I have been so evidently lacking lately is "intellectuality". Our camp theme this time round was "transformers", and it was disappointing to know that majority of people do not understand my MSN nick "transformers-with a soft iron core". It's really sad being in a group where everyone is so young and everyone pauses and flinches when I say da magic word-"benzene". It's really scary how I relate hexagons to benzenes and vice versa. I really like to talk more about Newton or his friends, but I rarely get the chance to. My fundamentals to Musical Acoustic book is overdue (due to the hectic nature of overseas trip etc..camp..etc), I wasn't given ample chance to work on it.
There has been emotional turmoil within me for the past few days. I am polarized in two directions and a state whereby I am actually in dynamic equilibrium. Stationary, but yet the effort and forces pulling me is quite straining. I feel obliged, and urged to do many things which I do not want to. Yet on the same point I find myself not doing somethings which I want to do. I feel a very evident sense of stability degradation. Still, I shudder to solitude and company alike.
Prison Break and Heroes have been awesome. It was an episode spree after a long time of that draggy one episode per week aka the weekly dosage I would call it. Prison break takes an unconventional turn and Heroes is as usual getting more and more complex. (Well, everything in this world tends towards entropy after all. Second law of thermodynamics). Season three is over! I'm so hyped up about Ando's new ability-the supercharger!
I'm still thinking about the Martial Arts Showdown from Camp. Since the video has been posted on youtube , I caught myself watching it repeatedly (yes, the magic word here is LIFELESS). I find myself addicted to the bed. Camp blues are terrible, though I could actually conclude (from experimental trial and error and personal experience) that Camp Blues decline with time with a constant half life. (evidently, there is not much left. it's already about the 4th half life. Say, there's only 1/16 left. sad :( .... )
There have been many goals I set myself upon but none of them is appearing to be materializing. I set myself upon wanting to learn Hungarian Rhapsody, but yet the length and difficulty repels me. Some way, I feel implored by my very own lazy nature to stone in front of the piano. Of all the hundreds of tracks in my Ipod, the Hungarian Rhapsody caught my attention this holiday, yet I was so caught up with my other pieces. And what is so disappointing is that I cannot play anything now. Yes, La Campanella-bad shape. I can run through from the front to the back, but still, I am a one trick pony. Difficult but yes, but finally the call to widen my repertoire is distinct. Revolutionary Etude comes in next, Opus 10-4 is getting better. And Small Dom and Tim jsut had to remind me that everything I play is fast, (and showy).
I actually teared to Ballade in G minor. Really touching. But, yes, overplayed.
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