I'm drained.
Went to V's place to watch a film and play badminton today. We watched "The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas", and it was an eye-opener. I've read the book, and it was somewhat painful. I loved it, though. I think people need to see the world through the eyes of a child every once in a while, otherwise they lose touch with their childhood, and continue to miss out on all the beauty that exists.
We had our game of badminton on the roofs of two carparks, and it was really therapeutic to have the place to ourselves, the sky directly above us. It was really hot, though, and I think I got a little sun-burnt. Not a good thing for sensitive skin.
Saw another small racist incident between two people on the bus today, but I'm so tired, I can't be bothered to type about it. People seem to fight over the most petty little things. Came home, took a shower and washed away that sticky feeling, and had dinner. Then, I had an "apple-cheese slice" for dessert, while watching more videos of Philippe Jaroussky. He seems to be the only one who can provide me stress relief nowadays.
One of my favourite things to do is to put on a Philippe Jaroussky CD on my big player in my room, shut (and lock) the door and seat myself right in front of the speakers. I would then turn up the volume, close my eyes and let the music wash all over me. When I close my eyes, it's as if he's singing metres away from where I'm seated. Lovely, and very comforting. Therapeutic.
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