Friday, October 29, 2004
Old Man Grumbles
My body is quite literally falling to pieces. But I fervently believe that the spirit will hold them all together. Or at least numb the pain. Hic.
Anyhow, I had another fencing lesson today. The coach was most unsympathetic, telling me to stretch out more, and give my all... so I tried, despite all the creaky joints. And those thighs... ouch.
For those not in the know, fencing is probably the most enjoyable way to tone your thighs and bum. (great for women, not so good for men). For us blokes, the appeal (in sabre at least) lies in getting to THWACK someone real hard with a sword, and getting hit back in return. I dunno that I like the latter bit so much, but I sure have a lot of bruises to show for it.
*****
This afternoon was spent watching a "concert".
Fooled again by the mother. What was described as a Concert by the Tang Quartet (the lure) turned into a masterclass given by the Tang Quartet for aspiring music students.
Don't get me wrong, the students were all very good, and technically perfect... but I'd gone with my heart set on a concert. Part of me wanted to be wowed. Instead I was treated to rather... dead music. And I positively HATE hearing beethoven played precisely and soul-lessly... it... gnaws at me.
So in short, I had a crap afternoon feeling really.... let down as it ground on, and on, and on. Some of the student-quartets had brilliant leaders, which somehow made it worse for me, hearing someone playing their heart out and dragging their 3 accompanists through the mud... sigh.
I guess I'm just... finicky. I expected fine wine and got Tesco (NTUC) take out.
shrug.
At least I've gotten my own back... while my mum was out the other day I did a stealth-mop of the corridor outside my room with detergent. And she didn't notice! HA.
One of my "friends" recently told me she thought it was a good thing I'd come back because my mum-blog thingies are hilarious...
some friends I have. mutter.
*****
Does it strike anyone else as odd that Nokia's predictive text thingummy recognises the word "WALAU" but not "SPELLCHECK"...
Anyhow, I had another fencing lesson today. The coach was most unsympathetic, telling me to stretch out more, and give my all... so I tried, despite all the creaky joints. And those thighs... ouch.
For those not in the know, fencing is probably the most enjoyable way to tone your thighs and bum. (great for women, not so good for men). For us blokes, the appeal (in sabre at least) lies in getting to THWACK someone real hard with a sword, and getting hit back in return. I dunno that I like the latter bit so much, but I sure have a lot of bruises to show for it.
*****
This afternoon was spent watching a "concert".
Fooled again by the mother. What was described as a Concert by the Tang Quartet (the lure) turned into a masterclass given by the Tang Quartet for aspiring music students.
Don't get me wrong, the students were all very good, and technically perfect... but I'd gone with my heart set on a concert. Part of me wanted to be wowed. Instead I was treated to rather... dead music. And I positively HATE hearing beethoven played precisely and soul-lessly... it... gnaws at me.
So in short, I had a crap afternoon feeling really.... let down as it ground on, and on, and on. Some of the student-quartets had brilliant leaders, which somehow made it worse for me, hearing someone playing their heart out and dragging their 3 accompanists through the mud... sigh.
I guess I'm just... finicky. I expected fine wine and got Tesco (NTUC) take out.
shrug.
At least I've gotten my own back... while my mum was out the other day I did a stealth-mop of the corridor outside my room with detergent. And she didn't notice! HA.
One of my "friends" recently told me she thought it was a good thing I'd come back because my mum-blog thingies are hilarious...
some friends I have. mutter.
*****
Does it strike anyone else as odd that Nokia's predictive text thingummy recognises the word "WALAU" but not "SPELLCHECK"...
