Gone fishing
SERIOUS CRISIS! (Hah!) I cannot view my blog. It is erronous. Until I realized that I can still post. I just can't view it after it's published, or anybody else's for that matter.
We watched Wit starring Emma Thompson during Lit lecture today, and my computer and Prof Bearing have a lot in common. They are both cancerous and crotchety. Although of course it is stupid and unfeeling to make jokes about life-threatening diseases.
School has started! And it is as full a thing as possible. The J1s troop around cheering and having the time of their lives. The exhilaration unforgettable. Sitting at the overlooking hall balcony, you get a bird's-eye view, and not just of the whole batch/sea of white/navy blue with spots of minority colours. Jian An is entering NS next week, which makes me just a little sad for obvious reasons - having to say goodbye to an OGL, who helped your start here, and yourself, leaving soon enough. Although nothing was rosy (often muddy and confusing in fact), you can't forget or underappreciate anything after.
Gads, it's 7th Jan, is it not? Mel's coming next week, as is my (very old and practically not my generation) cousin for their visits. (Mel, if you're staying at the Ghim Moh area you've gotta visit me in school! Pop in and wave.) Blaaagh. I caught the movie bug thanks to LOTR and Amelie (Mathieu Kassovitz is exquisitely charming, and reminds me strongly of a certain *NSYNC member) but I can't "see the stories". Love Me if You Dare, School of Rock, Goodbye Lenin! - the catch is in but I can't reel 'em.
Reel 'em all in.