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Today I forgot to lug my cello to school although I knew I had a concert to play for in the evening. It was surprising, considering how I left it at the door. It was more surprising as to how little I cared.

(I don't really want to blog about this considering it is an epic-ally embarrassing situation, but someone suggested that I blog this anyway.)

The incident did get me thinking about whether my marriage with my cello is on the rocks. Apart from God, that was about the next surest thing in my life, but now I have no idea if my cello's male or female. As such, 'marriage' is not really the right word to use is it?

How long can an undefined relationship last?

It's like something I read from Oswald Chambers, who said that people prefer listening to sermons to reading the Bible, because they can disagree with the preacher but not the Bible. That is if one thinks God is there to provide you with moral guidelines that you can feel free to disagree with, without going into the messy details of an actual relationship with *gasp* commitment and struggle and the occasional glimpses of what can be called a 'close brush with the divine'.

(Then again, I haven't been able to erase what I heard last Sunday over the pulpit, when the speaker said something along the lines of "Why the need to study Hebrew and Greek when we have the King James Bible? And all the while I thought that the source should always be favoured over the translation, especially if you believe strongly that the translation has scribal/copyist errors? Hmmm.)

For once I think the Thinking, Knowledge and Inquiry Module is going to be the high point of my Wednesdays. Theatre practical with a"child molester looking" (to quote my classmate with the hysterical laughter) actor gratituously spouting f*** just for the sake of being 'different' is so uncool.