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rxelyn... I find myself falling asleep on trains so normal an occurrence that I don't even bother to find seats whenever I get on. I'll just pick a corner that I can lean against and shut my eyes. Even when my iPod is blasting hardcore metal, stuff like Helloween to Dir en Grey's screamy vocals, I can manage to sleep without interruption. That is until my knees buckle and then I jerk away. The feeling of being rudely awakened is sort of... fun? I mean, you're like a kite drifting aimless across the sky, then someone comes along and tugs sharply so that you are reorientated somehow? Pathetic analogy. Whatever.
Didn't join the rest of the class for pastamania outing... because I needed to go for piano lesson, omg, what a loser lah. Lol. Yeah, so... reached home, slacked a little on the computer and went for piano. And got stuck outside my teacher's house... Yeah. She normally doesn't lock her gate and her front door's always open. (she lives in a condo and has tons of students going in and out at hourly intervals, so I doubt she's wary of burglars/hijackers/whatever.) And there's usually at least her maid at home. So, I expected the gate to be open as usual, but it was locked. So I rang the door bell like twice, but no one answered. Guess her maid wasn't home then. And there wasn't any shoes outside, so... there wasn't any students before me since I arrived early. Then the lift door opened and my teacher's sickly uncle walked out; he walks with a limp, speaks in a hoarse, raspy voice that is very soft, with a permanent cough and generally look very frail. He didn't have the keys either... =_= And when I explained the situation to him, he tried to ring the doorbell but didn't have enough strength to do so... I felt really bad then, like... dude, the guy looked about to keel over anytime and he was largely leaning on his umbrella for support. (I didn't stare, of course. I'm not that rude. But I did look from the corner of my eye.)
Anyway, the point is, in the end, I finally caved in and talked to this strange uncle (strange because I don't really know him even though I see him weekly too. And because he look so... sick and fragile.) and well, called my teacher who was lost in her practising of some... Chopin piece, from what I can tell.
After the lesson, rushed off to Jurong East to have my practice at the exam studio. And the piano sucked. It was a Yamaha upright, and the sound was like really muffled and the balance was wrong because the left hand is so much louder than the right, making it really hard to do the dynamics without going overboard or sounding unbalanced. (I'm very used to my own piano, which has a very clear sound. So is my teacher's.) Argh, anyway, I sounded really horrible. (but in retrospect, it didn't sound all that terrible when I listen to my own recording... but then again, the phone isn't exactly a reliable recorder.)
Ended at about 8pm, in which I headed for the library next, since it wasn't closed yet. Borrowed two books only because I already hit my quota... then wandered about Popular for a while, wanting to buy stuff, but I got too picky and couldn't get anything. Haha.
Anyway, the point is, in the end, I finally caved in and talked to this strange uncle (strange because I don't really know him even though I see him weekly too. And because he look so... sick and fragile.) and well, called my teacher who was lost in her practising of some... Chopin piece, from what I can tell.
After the lesson, rushed off to Jurong East to have my practice at the exam studio. And the piano sucked. It was a Yamaha upright, and the sound was like really muffled and the balance was wrong because the left hand is so much louder than the right, making it really hard to do the dynamics without going overboard or sounding unbalanced. (I'm very used to my own piano, which has a very clear sound. So is my teacher's.) Argh, anyway, I sounded really horrible. (but in retrospect, it didn't sound all that terrible when I listen to my own recording... but then again, the phone isn't exactly a reliable recorder.)
Ended at about 8pm, in which I headed for the library next, since it wasn't closed yet. Borrowed two books only because I already hit my quota... then wandered about Popular for a while, wanting to buy stuff, but I got too picky and couldn't get anything. Haha.
Came back and started reading Dominic Smith's The Beautiful Miscellaneous because it was taking up card space and I wanted to return asap. I'm about three quarters into the book and well... it started out pretty decently, an interesting premise, even though it wasn't anything new.
Father-son relationships are explored, through the main character who is the average son of a physic genius. He is intelligent to some extent, but not within the genius category yet. His father is determined to mould him into one though, putting him through math and science camps (I shudder to think of such things. Gross.) But he is relatively normal until a car accident that nearly killed him changed his brain. He develops synesthesia (in which the person would connect words with images or sounds with colors, etc.) and gains a remarkable memory. He sort of moves away from his parents, mostly his father, after this, as he is entered into an institute of geniuses/savants/talents. But eventually, the father and the son would mostly likely reconcile, especially now that the father has seen his mortality, with a brain tumor. (I haven't finished reading it, but I bet it would end something along these lines. Please surprise me, book.)
Anyway, it all seems pretty standard... but it's sort of interesting, especially with all the random physics moments and 'sciency' jargon dumped in. (I don't really get it though, haha.) It started off well enough, but somewhere along the way, it got a little long winded and boring..
Anyway, it all seems pretty standard... but it's sort of interesting, especially with all the random physics moments and 'sciency' jargon dumped in. (I don't really get it though, haha.) It started off well enough, but somewhere along the way, it got a little long winded and boring..
So I'm taking a break to type this out now.
The entire science thing going on in the book sort of reminded me of today's GP lesson with Mr Ang. Whose explanations actually made me interested in science, okay, only certain topics though. (I seriously couldn't care less about pressures and forces and all that, but when it comes to genetics and astronomy and time/space, I can get pretty keen on them.) Why couldn't I have a science teacher who could make these dry topics appealling?
The entire science thing going on in the book sort of reminded me of today's GP lesson with Mr Ang. Whose explanations actually made me interested in science, okay, only certain topics though. (I seriously couldn't care less about pressures and forces and all that, but when it comes to genetics and astronomy and time/space, I can get pretty keen on them.) Why couldn't I have a science teacher who could make these dry topics appealling?
The word rehabilitated swept across the room - it was a streak of mercury-colored lightning, but it had no taste.
- pg 98; the beautiful miscellaneous: Dominic Smith
- pg 98; the beautiful miscellaneous: Dominic Smith
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Date: 2009-02-22 09:37 am (UTC)i miss you and our coffee sessions lah.
eh march hols meet up k. i have common tests one week before that WTF so cannot go out any earlier. :(
How's your life been?
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Date: 2009-02-22 10:18 am (UTC)I want to meet up for coffee and gossip/rambling sessions too!
(I don't even know when exactly my common tests are... though it should be around that period too?)
to sum up: epic fail.
You?