We'll go to Bavaria, my love.

Look how I'm forgetting you....
Look how I've forgotten you.
Look at me.

Another crazy week of school has flown by, with me barely keeping up. I'm in the planning committee for V Bash (V for Varsity) 2008, which adds to my list of school-related commitments. Sometimes I wish I wasn't involved in anything at all, just so I can concentrate on my school work. But then again, I know I don't really want that.

Giggle wiggle. Haha, I'm having a Ka Fai moment. Oh, please do come for V Bash! It's open to people who're not from NUS as well. Watch this space for more details!

On a different note, I'm disturbed by JK Rowling's "Dumbledore is gay" revelation. Seriously. Disturbed. I mean, I'm never going to look at any line that goes something like, "Dumbledore gazed at Harry" the same way again. It's like that Chinese proverb about adding legs to a drawing of a snake, which implies an unecessary act that results in negative consequences. The Harry Potter series was such a dream - now people will just keep questioning and questioning. Oh Miss Rowling, what have you done? It's like 'burning your child'. :(

Then again, controversy sustains the attention of the press. Hmmm.


Lit discussion with Melv was superduper productive - I shall aim to finish my John Donne essay tonight. Had a meet up session with Weldie, Maria(I still found it super weird when I had to introduce him as "Zhi Zhan".) and Ozy at Eastpoint Sakae after that. Meihui-san couldn't join us 'cos she overslept, shame on her. ;) Oblivious to the noisy surroundings, our little table seemed to have been transported back into the days when we were crowded around the big table in the TJC Council Room, just chilling and talking about nothing in particular. It felt like there was a temporary force field protecting me from the academic minions of varsity life with them around(Namely, Projects and Assignments.) and I found myself feeling rather emotional when Maria had to leave early for his driving lesson. He's still so calm and decisive, with that air of self-assurance that tells you everything will be alright with him around. And there was Weldonweldieweld and his 'cockanaden' remarks, just being the good listener he is...and laid-back prettyboy Ozy with his quiet charm and genuine down-to-earthiness. People I care about, people who care about me. I know it's only been a year, but gosh, we were so very young then.

Tripping, slipping
Falling, tumbling -
Enough.

'cos your hands are full.

Labels: Hiroshima Mon Amour, Literature