Monday, September 19, 2005

#1 birthday present: borders

Interesting weekend. Watched the bar at buena vista, a dance performance on cuban music and dance. Coolness, we nearly couldn't have caught it though. Coz jonathan came down with a bout of swelling in the eye due to an allergy. Had interesting conversations too, with my mum's client, my brother, philipp and people in general. I think i had pretty interesting encounters over this weekend. Although my weekend wasn't packed with activities, it was still good. I know i sound like someone just droning without explaining why. Oh yeah it's good, it's good, it's good. So what's good?!!!! I dunno really... nothing that particularly stood out, just the general everything. Sometimes life doesn't have to be super exciting to qualify as a good day. Just taking in the small things, ok i know some things may be out of the ordinary, like say the performance and stuff, but i just absorb it. The good and the bad. It may seem like my life is not marked with momentous highs and lows, it is marked with more highs than momentous highs. You get what i mean?
Ok like really bad drawing skills, but i was using paint so gimme some credit eh, the lines were hard to manipulate. But figure 1 looks pro. Haha. Actually the baseline of Figure 2 should have been higher. So like everyday i would be happier than what i would be if i valued only the momentous highs in my life, or so i hope. But there's many ways to dissect this argument but oh well, i like to see it my way.

Still trying to complete the eight theories of morality, the way i see it, it seems like it is the author's way of interpreting things, but still it engages me to think of the way moral issues are perceived. Maybe i should have taken a double major in philosophy. Noooo... the readings will kill me. Digression. I take great interest in reading such stuff. I don't exactly know why i have an interest in it, i just do. I remember when i told someone that i borrowed this book and another book on ethics the person asked why i borrowed them, being very embarassed at the moment i used my project as an excuse. But i truly am interested in it, i like reading about such stuff because it broadens my way of thinking, that i read beyond what is neccessary enriches me (although reading what is neccessary enriches me as well), but i think certain things, give me the added perspective into people, maybe? I don't know. Perhaps i'm overanalyzing what is just a simple gravitation towards book choice. Occupational hazard. Many books that i saw in various bookshops over the weekend, that i want to buy. Mummy, i don't ask for much, can i have borders for my birthday this yr?

I foresee a not very activity filled holiday, gym, dance classes, sun tan, pack my room, and catching up with friends that i've missed out on. But i really think i don't have the energy level to play hard this week, unlike the previous holidays. This holiday shall be a chill and relax and then we go back and wage war. Yes year 3 modules, my honours depends on me, no one else, not the lousy tutor, not the boring lecturer, but my proper time management, my hard work and my discipline. And hope is not in the question, it's do or do not. Nothing else is left to chance.

[subsequent addition]Oh forgot to add that despite my general delight over my weekend, i was a tad bored during dinner tonight with my dad's friends/guests. Most of the time when we have dinner with his friends, they're generally lovely company. Maybe it's the culture difference or something. They didn't make much attempt to talk to us, we are afterall labelled as 'kids' despite being young adults. Then again his other friends usually joked more around the table, so i guess it's different. Ah whatever, i enjoyed the cheese naan though. Yummy. =) And i think they're just generally different from us, different in the sense of mentality. Could sense some uneasiness over certain things we do here, as compared to them. The only thing i could do to entertain myself was eat a lot of naan and poppadom, slowly peeling it with my bare hands. Plus, i think my brother and i generally showed a lack of manners, ok maybe not like lack but just i dunno... doing things as though we were not in the company of outsiders. Like taking food without waiting for the elders and blah blah. Sigh, oh screw it, i shall stop rambling. Time to sleep, early morning for me tomorrow, gotta go queue for spa tickets with my mum. Apparently there's a discount going on, almost half price, so i have to go queue with her due to the restriction in the number of tickets each person can buy. And so since my skin screwed up coz of my blusher, that i refuse to change (don't ask why, i have no idea, actually i do. i am lazy and can't be bothered), so my mum wanted me to go for the spa shit. Actually what relation it's got with my face i have no idea, now that i actually think of it. Oh sod it, i'll just go, read my book in the queue, get the tickets, come home, and slack a little then go hit the gym and then go for dance class. yay. life is a monotony. maybe it's my lack of momentous highs, that's why i revel in the lows to feel alive?

Unknown at 1:39 am