wk 7/night out
ok wk 7 was really slack. we had so much admin time (free time) that my mp3 player ran out of batt on wednesday and i had to change my phone batt on thurs (and i'm not supposed to use either outside of admin time!) in fact there were nights when they basically set us free from 6pm - 10:30pm (that's the standard lights out time). not bad eh?
main stuff in the week was IPPT on mon, and SOC (standard obstacle course) on thurs and fri. failed ippt by 1 chinup, and had to redo the station. after failing chinups i pretty much couldn't give a damn cos i thought we'd have to do the whole thing again, and for my 2.4km i ran with peck for about 100m on my last round (he was on his 5th)... ended up with a timing of 10:23 - decent, though i definitely could have done better, and it was 3 seconds short of the top category (below 10:20). but who cares about tt, i'm sure cheering on a friend is a whole lot more impt. thankfully i passed chinups on tues after quite a bit of self-training on mon.
failed SOC. i just can't do the swing trainer, i haven't got the knack of it and might not be able to for some time yet. got half-way but my feet were alr touching the bottom. i guess i lack the arm-strength and my swinging technique isn't there. oh well, bye bye OCS? it's out of my hands alr anyway.
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my saturday night out was pretty cool. YO to island creamery to raffles city to jazz@southbridge.
crashed YO with jon and zh, we played the shostakovich festival overture and tchaik 5 2nd mvmt. they're coming along pretty well, but i wish they were doing more exciting stuff. sibelius, brahms, nielsen, walton...? then again sibelius has a not entirely undeserved reputation for being impenetrable and boring; nielsen is virtually unknown, more's the pity; brahms is tough on both the performers and the audience; walton's pretty difficult to pull off... maybe i just have something against tchaik; i think lots of his stuff is pretty melodies duct-taped together with tedious, mediocre "development" that really is just changing accompaniment ideas (rhythm or instrumentation usually), tempo or dynamics. take the 2nd movement of his 5th symphony. i think an apt metaphor would be coitus interruptus - go listen to it for yourself, i refuse to elaborate.
after that we landed at island creamery and talked - about NS, what else? it's the only topic of conversation now, sadly - then jon left, and zh and i made our way to raffles city, met up with adam, and us 3 burnt time at the soup spoon, print (cool shop - had an incredible selection of fascinatingly designed but perfectly useless stationary in all colours) and MPH where adam tried unsuccessfully to induce stares from snooty passers-by by holding up pink chick-lit and pretending to read it, and i had better luck by reading and analysing DH Lawrence's poetry aloud - "snake" and some tortoise porn.
i bet you've never heard of tortoise porn; it's actually slightly fascinating in the same morbid way that roadkill, dead cockroaches, or large dubious-looking foreign objects in your food are fascinating. an analysis would be amazing. i swear i was not searching for tortoise porn, i just picked up a huge anthology of the "best poems in the english language" selected by harold bloom, and was flipping through.
[if you want to know more, the poem Tortoise Shout is available on the internet at http://www.kalliope.org/digt.pl?longdid=lawrence2001061709 but i think i'd give it a parental advisory; make sure your parents aren't in the room when you're reading it haha. if you find yourself stimulated by it PLEASE seek professional help immediately - unless you're a tortoise.]
ok jazz@southbridge. fascinating thing, jazz; and it grows better with the night and the alcohol. i had a white russian and a cosmopolitan, cool shit - we're all at the age when everything's turning alcoholic, but i wasn't adventurous enough to get myself sodden or anything, so no embarrassments to relate.
the thing about jazz is that i don't know what to pick on to listen out for. some of it is pretty clear to me - picking out neat variations or riffs on the main theme - but it usually sneaks up on me and i only realise that something exciting's happened about half a minute after it's over. i don't think you'd have understood that last incoherent sentence either so i'll stop. at any rate it was a fun night out, just soaking in the atmosphere and the company.
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go read DH Lawrence's poetry. it's an experience. i'd say M18 though haha. and not for the faint-hearted.
main stuff in the week was IPPT on mon, and SOC (standard obstacle course) on thurs and fri. failed ippt by 1 chinup, and had to redo the station. after failing chinups i pretty much couldn't give a damn cos i thought we'd have to do the whole thing again, and for my 2.4km i ran with peck for about 100m on my last round (he was on his 5th)... ended up with a timing of 10:23 - decent, though i definitely could have done better, and it was 3 seconds short of the top category (below 10:20). but who cares about tt, i'm sure cheering on a friend is a whole lot more impt. thankfully i passed chinups on tues after quite a bit of self-training on mon.
failed SOC. i just can't do the swing trainer, i haven't got the knack of it and might not be able to for some time yet. got half-way but my feet were alr touching the bottom. i guess i lack the arm-strength and my swinging technique isn't there. oh well, bye bye OCS? it's out of my hands alr anyway.
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my saturday night out was pretty cool. YO to island creamery to raffles city to jazz@southbridge.
crashed YO with jon and zh, we played the shostakovich festival overture and tchaik 5 2nd mvmt. they're coming along pretty well, but i wish they were doing more exciting stuff. sibelius, brahms, nielsen, walton...? then again sibelius has a not entirely undeserved reputation for being impenetrable and boring; nielsen is virtually unknown, more's the pity; brahms is tough on both the performers and the audience; walton's pretty difficult to pull off... maybe i just have something against tchaik; i think lots of his stuff is pretty melodies duct-taped together with tedious, mediocre "development" that really is just changing accompaniment ideas (rhythm or instrumentation usually), tempo or dynamics. take the 2nd movement of his 5th symphony. i think an apt metaphor would be coitus interruptus - go listen to it for yourself, i refuse to elaborate.
after that we landed at island creamery and talked - about NS, what else? it's the only topic of conversation now, sadly - then jon left, and zh and i made our way to raffles city, met up with adam, and us 3 burnt time at the soup spoon, print (cool shop - had an incredible selection of fascinatingly designed but perfectly useless stationary in all colours) and MPH where adam tried unsuccessfully to induce stares from snooty passers-by by holding up pink chick-lit and pretending to read it, and i had better luck by reading and analysing DH Lawrence's poetry aloud - "snake" and some tortoise porn.
i bet you've never heard of tortoise porn; it's actually slightly fascinating in the same morbid way that roadkill, dead cockroaches, or large dubious-looking foreign objects in your food are fascinating. an analysis would be amazing. i swear i was not searching for tortoise porn, i just picked up a huge anthology of the "best poems in the english language" selected by harold bloom, and was flipping through.
[if you want to know more, the poem Tortoise Shout is available on the internet at http://www.kalliope.org/digt.pl?longdid=lawrence2001061709 but i think i'd give it a parental advisory; make sure your parents aren't in the room when you're reading it haha. if you find yourself stimulated by it PLEASE seek professional help immediately - unless you're a tortoise.]
ok jazz@southbridge. fascinating thing, jazz; and it grows better with the night and the alcohol. i had a white russian and a cosmopolitan, cool shit - we're all at the age when everything's turning alcoholic, but i wasn't adventurous enough to get myself sodden or anything, so no embarrassments to relate.
the thing about jazz is that i don't know what to pick on to listen out for. some of it is pretty clear to me - picking out neat variations or riffs on the main theme - but it usually sneaks up on me and i only realise that something exciting's happened about half a minute after it's over. i don't think you'd have understood that last incoherent sentence either so i'll stop. at any rate it was a fun night out, just soaking in the atmosphere and the company.
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go read DH Lawrence's poetry. it's an experience. i'd say M18 though haha. and not for the faint-hearted.
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