Strawberry Cream Pie Day/Moon Festival (China)/Moon Festival (Taiwan)/St. Wenceslas Feast Day
2004-09-28 @ 10:24 p.m.

Raffles Hotel mooncakes are gorgeous! I'm going to bring my bulky Hang Ten jacket again tomorrow, because the lack of warm bodies in the TS is rendering it excruciatingly cold! Read a few pages of Sloman in the library after Bible study, while waiting for my dad to pick me up. I feel so hardworking all of a sudden! Of course, Joseph was free entertainment during that time. Seriously though, you were asking for it! Stop playing with Kay Hwee's handphone! I've just sorted out some more stuff for PW, and I'm had it up to here with the whole business. Not touching it until after 14 October. Then I'll allow myself to go mad for two days, before I fall to the task of deceiving the MOE again. Should I go for class tomorrow? Nothing much going on tomorrow, and I want to go for Ms Lim's revision on Antony & Cleopatra on Thursday, so I'll be there for the morning at least. Ah well, maybe Mr Purvis will say something thought-provoking about Silas Marner tomorrow...

Reading Daniel's latest entry got me thinking about memories. I never consciously try to hold on to things, like having mementos, photographs and the like. The only concession I make is to stuff that has sentimental value, which I chuck somewhere and then forget about it. I still have the first (and only) pen-and-paper diary I kept. I thought I was sensible and mature for my age back then. Slap me silly if I wasn't so wrong, hindsight's such a pain sometimes. If you forget something, does it make it any less a part of who you are? If we are the sum total of our experiences, perhaps remembering isn't necessary, because what matters then isn't so much the memory of an event, but how the event changes you. George Eliot will argue that we ought to remember where we come from, "lest [we] bruise [our] own roots". I'm not entirely convinced that's the best way forward. Then again, I'm an intellectual midget beside Eliot.