I had the most enjoyable time of my life over the weekend, less some of the things that took up most of my Saturday evening. Thanks to everyone who made it possible! It was also one of the very few times that I am aware I am sleeping. It's hard to explain what that means but if it ever happens to you, then you will know what I mean.
I am super unfit now and it is not only I who believe that I am unfit. Even machines do think that I am unfit. This is really bad. This morning at work, someone had this cool machine that I at first thought was a digital clock for the room. Upon further inspection, it turned out to be a digital weighing machine. In fact, it is more than just a weighing machine. There were buttons for you to enter your sex, age and height before you step onto the machine that would calculate your percentage of fat, muscle and probably the amount of water in your body. I cannot really remember what the last thing was. Anyway, thinking that I could gloat over the previous guy's results, I confidently took a step onto the machine. I was shocked to see my weight! As if that was not enough, the word "obese" was flashing! I quickly tried to turn it off but it just didn't want to be turned off. Anyway, just to confirm the machine, I realised that my left calf was aching quite a bit when I got home. To my horror, I realised that it was due to me driving on Saturday. Can't my leg take a little driving around?
That's enough for today. I must exercise!
It might very well be a cycle. If it is so, I hope that there wont be many more of such cycles. Actually it may not be as bad as the worst can get. It may be a good time to start learning a new skill which might prove to be very useful in the future. I wonder if playing the same music again in future would be a good idea. Given that my memory is so bad, I think that it may feel as though it is my first time playing it.
I want my own.
Something is terribly messed up. I can only trace the cause of all these back to the extraordinarily high frequency of rehearsals that I have to attend. Maybe I should start cutting down the number of rehearsals I attend once the NUS concert is over this Saturday. Selling tickets had never been a problem up till around the last six to eight concerts. I wonder why it is so difficult just to get a few people to attend a concert.
Oh well, there is nothing much to say anymore.
