helvetius | "All right, it's bloody albatross flavour, isn't it? Albatross!"

Still up. And spamming LJs. XD I have to finish the structuralism bit before I can conk out. Still verri jittery now (I'm blaming my prof. After seeing his dummy exam paper, it was PANIC!ATTACK! again. Can no one write in simple english these days?), but I've found out what kills ciggarette cravings. Sprite Ice. Erm. Not that I have been smoking recently.

Rereading Jhumpa Lahiri's Interpreter of Maladies and am suddenly faced with too many things I didn't see the first time round. Whereas I was thought the running theme was about letting go, now I think I don't know anything afterall. (Quote Socrates and die. I mean it.) The thing is that Lahiri never comes out straight to tell you exactly what it is that she wants to say. Which is the problem with Ondaatje's The English Patient as well. Well. At least for Lahiri, there are certain issues that are bloody obvious. But there're the other things that are subtle and niggle away at your brain. Why does she use the viewpoint of a child in so many of her short stories? And then why the sudden change to the "We"?

Eh. Never mind.

PS: ANYONE UP FOR FISHIES, DAMNIT?! youknowiwubyou~

PPS: Mother thinks I shouldn't keep neon tetras when I move out. "They're BITE-SIZED!!!" Damn. She knows me too well. XD