It appears that I need, at some point, major antagonists in my life, e.g. Stitch, for anything exciting to happen. At this point, life's so strangely quiet I can hear my cells wasting away already. Not a very good sign considering school's starting in less than a week, after the red and white blaze of national day has passed.
Wasting away the last of the holidays reading more graphic novels like "Y the Last Man", mugging this thick book on choral conducting (courtesy of Violist), watching Firefly, eating fried worms from Bangkok, and going for quartet.
The last item of the above is probably the only one that doesn't count as a waste of time, I hope.
The only faintly interesting thing that happened recently is going to watch fireworks at esplanade, and hearing these tourists go "Great job, Singapore!". If only it were so easy to win over the hearts of the people with spectacular shows of beautiful ephemeral sparks only last for a while. There are only this many colours and this many shapes and this many different rhythms of combustion. The only thing that stays on after the lights go out is the smoke, the heat and the mad crush of bodies. The noise, and the incongruent music so "V for Vendetta"-ish, the only difference is that no one would dare pull a stunt like that here.
In another of those moods again, the whole dreading going to school because it's infinitely tiring to be surrounded by infernally optimistic people, wondering why is it I'm spending so much time doing this when I'd rather be doing something else, all the while wondering whether this 'something else' is a socially sane option at all.
