Motorcycle Riders Day
2005-05-14 @ 11:23 p.m.

My dad's inability to function in the presence of IT annoys the hell out of me. I mean, nobody taught me how to do all that stuff either, but I get along fine enough. I think he needs to go for a course in IT. Worship practice went smoothly, but I really want to try out new songs in my worship, because I think my musicians are right about my recycling of songs. Okay, I promise I'll sing a song I've never sung before when I lead main service worship in June! I should listen to more contemporary Christian music. Speaking of music, I bought F.I.R.'s debut album today, and I almost bought that Exile compilation. I changed my mind at the last minute, because I wanted to be sure I really liked their music, which I'd never heard before until I saw the commercial advertising the album. Also came across something from Neurodisc, the label that brought us Amethystium - Nusound. Tempted to buy the best-of album, but again I wanted to find out more about the music. I liked what I heard at the store though, and I like what I just read on Amazon.com. I will control myself, I really will. The Sembawang Music Centre outlet at Junction 8 has all the Sting albums that I haven't got yet! Ah, the sad state of being a collector and liking artistes with prolific outputs. I've been buying new CDs almost every other day, and there's no end in sight. Just three more, I promise. (So much for my new shirt!)

Didn't hand in the essay this morning, because I thought it was too much of a hassle to find a teacher who could put it into Mr Purvis's pigeonhole. The new biometric scanner is just stupid, and the policy of not allowing students into the staffroom is inconveniences students unnecessarily. So I sent Mr Purvis an SMS to ask him if I could hand it in on Monday, since he'd gone home when I tried looking for him on Friday. The reply was proof positive of his current good mood. He even said something nice about the poem I gave him for Mrs Perry to display during the intermission of her production. Not bad for something written in such a short time. I know it's silly, but it means a lot to me when someone identifies with something I've written, even if it's just 20 lines of heptasyllabics. That it happens to be Mr Purvis this time is icing on the cake.

Concert in three days' time. I have mixed feelings about the end of my time in Guitar. I'm not inclined to agree with Dan about coming to school and enduring lessons until it's time for practice. Most of the people in Guitar are still ciphers to me. I'm a lot more at home in church, followed by my class, and then all my various CCAs. In any case, the people I'm close to in my CCAs are people I already knew outside of CCA, so it doesn't really count. I suppose what I'm really trying to say here is that I find it incredibly difficult to grow attached to a group of people. It's wanting to belong, but not wanting to be assimilated into some collective body. In any case, if statistics are to be believed, I've only lived approximately 25% of my life, so there's still too many people in the future to start feeling nostalgic about the present. Argh, this entire paragraph isn't very lucid. I should just stop right now.