Fast and steady

The weekend is here and the weekend is ending. Visit to the museum was pretty enriching. The history of Singapore is something that 'they' try to repeatedly instill in us since we were little kids studying social studies in primary school. 'they' represent every form of government, including the SAF, education and it seems so repetitive after awhile. But granted, the national museum was very informative. In addition, they had those personal companion PDA like devices that you carry around, key in a number corresponding to the number labeled on the floor and you get a narration of whats happening around you. I believe there were countless tracks and elaborations and there was simply not enough time to listen to everything. Not that I really want to, but it was just, quite informative at the very least.

After the two hour long stroll in the air conditioned environment, most of us went for lunch followed by LAN gaming after wards which I was sadly "left out" due to the fact I don't play L4D while the rest wanted to play L4D. I don't play 1st person shooter games due to bad experience as well as nausea and vertigo being induced by these games. Sadly, no one wanted to play Dota. How did I feel? When no one wanted to compromise with me. There were people who knew how to play both but they just did not want to. I grew up in an environment that my wants and needs were of utmost priority. I swallowed my pride, and tried not to stomp away. I wasn't pissed. I had no right to, I knew that very well. But I just can't resist muttering "screw this world". I have a "main character complex", which is not exactly a good thing. When the world suddenly ceases to revolve around me, it hurts me quite badly.

But it wasn't exactly a bad thing. Since I was at town, I dropped by Yamaha to get myself theory books for grade 8. And I have been reading it since then until now. And it's good material to bring back to camp to 'study'. (you don't call researching up on something you like study do you?). Decided to go meet my parents at JE afterward and found myself at the library whereby I borrowed another book (BOOKS! damnit) titled "Young Liszt". It's not written in a novel form but more of a factual and biography kind of style, which makes it uninteresting and interesting at the same time. The story of child prodigy Liszt is indeed very captivating!

now I sit here having returned from church. Next week is going to be short because there's cohesion on Thursday. And friday is a public holiday. I haven't exercised much and it sucks.

Anyway, I'm starting to feel strains of sleep deprivation emerging at the front of my consciousness and it's time to sign off once again. And here I have to just say it. 19 more weeks!