Carrot Cake Day/No Talk Day/Halfway Point Of Winter/Artist Day/Wedding Ring Day
2005-02-03 @ 10:17 p.m.

With each word, something secret inside me was thrilled anew. The measured cadence of speech, resurrecting words from paper, words which had died when they fled from mere thought to reality, and so shedding their indistinct freedom for ordered rigidity. (I am getting carried away.) I've heard of empathy and sympathy, but getting depressed because of a passage in The Return Of The Native strikes me as being somewhere between desperately sad and utterly bizarre. Perspective and distance might be wanting, considering that Thomasin's situation isn't really unique, nor unknown to the female population at large. Hardy simply expresses the tragedy more eloquently and in an achingly beautiful manner. Perhaps I am being unduly critical again? Forgive me for being cranky then. Just got back from the wake about half an hour ago. We got there a lot later than we'd planned to, because Hui Juan and Sarah decided to buy cards for Kimberly, Stephanie and Max. So we ended up sitting at the bus stop, writing stuff as bus after bus came and left. If anyone had been watching us, it must have been a fairly comical sight. Felt somewhat unnecessary, because most of the time we were picking up the wreaths, which kept getting blow down, or eating peanuts and melon seeds. I like barley mints! I fell asleep on the bus after reading one page of Rilke, which is just sad, because Rilke is often wrenchingly beautiful, and the bus wasn't even particularly comfortable. Zhi Wei's lending me a black long-sleeved shirt! So glad I thought to ask him before he left. Now I just need to find a way to get it from him before Saturday evening. I want to watch a double bill this week, Roman Tam & The 3 Bears, but it ends its run on Sunday. I want to watch Dangerous Liaisons and Romeo & Juliet too! I don't like the seats Dan's going to book for the former, but since I can't legally get the tickets myself I'm not exactly in a position to complain. Sigh, tomorrow's a Friday. Usually, I like Fridays, because the lessons are slack and I have nice long break before 'S' Paper. Tomorrow is a different matter altogether. One person who reads this will understand what I mean...