Matt's Missives

so here I am on a sunny saturday afternoon with nothing to do. it's incredible that in a city of 4.5 million people there is nothing to do on the weekends. It's like singaporeans work so hard during the week that they have no creative energy to put into their recreation. This is ironic, because the reasoning (I thought) behind hard work was to enjoy a better standard of living, ie quality leisure time. Anyways, looks like I'll be moping around the house, which is okay. At least I have it to myself this afternoon until at least tomorrow, maybe even monday. Tek has gone to Malacca for the weekend, so I'm here alone. I'm trying to appreciate that, put it to some kind of use, but I can't really figure it out. I've put in over 3 hours of practise today already, and I guess I'll do some writing this afternoon. Sigh . . . time does seem to be dragging. It goes through stages, faster, slower. Weekends are always slower because there's nothing to do, no evening classes, just long stretches of afternoon in which I try to read as slowly as possible so as not finish my books too quickly. Why is it that one always has either too much time on one's hands or not enough? Funny . . .