waterfalls.

I cannot believe her family allowed this to be seen. Its not graphic, far from it, and yet thats probably what makes it even more morbid, the utter calmness that surrounds her the few seconds before her death.

For those of you reluctant to watch this, it is disturbing, but it's not
graphic. It's obvious that they edited it right before you'd see the impact of the actual crash but I am sorry if this is in poor taste. Take it up with Left Eye's family, who allowed the airing of this clip.

so whats your heaven?

"At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes…all you need is one." - Peyton Sawyer

On most days, I am a keen believer of carpe diem, of sorts anyway, of taking days and attacking with fervor, and making it beautiful and glorious and meaningful and thus deeming my self worthy of being alive.

And somedays, all I want to do is stay in bed and let the world roll on by.

make a wish/ blow a kiss

Dewey Finn: Ok, here's the deal. I have a hangover. Who knows what that means?
Frankie: Doesn't that mean you're drunk?
Dewey Finn: No. It means I was drunk yesterday.

-School of Rock

I find it hilarious that Calum Best has praised Lindsay Lohan for being dynamite in bed. More information than I ever really needed to know about my favourite former child star, courtesy of Parent Trap, but really, while others may have been fascinated, all I could think was 'ew, the guy kissed and told, what a wuss.'

Though perhaps thats just the inner prude in me surfacing, and yes, I enjoy my 'celebrity gossip' as much as the next person, but really, keep the bedroom antics to yourselves, huh, boys?

But from what i read about Lindsay, she'd probably enjoy the attention, or even have been the source of it, lol.

I love seafood! Yum yum yum. I have had so much seafood over the past week, its such an overload, but Im soooo not against it! Give me my mussels,oysters, prawns, squid, fish and crabs! GIMMME! I just learnt how to eat crabs (shaddap), courtesy of Kriselda, who taught me how to open the legs and get at the yummy meat! I used to like crabs the least of all seafoods, but douse it in kicap or mayo (shaddap again!) or lime or butter and it is just heeaavenly. Almost beats my fave butter prawns and or/ fried groupa in egg white sauce.Almost but not quite...

...ahem. I'm making myself hungry.

In any case,my body clock is seriously effed up, in every which way possible. Years of surviving on no sleep, or very little sleep (which, I suppose could be the reason for my bad skin too, now that I think about it :P), have seriously affected my sleeping patterns. I used to be that girl who could sleep at 6 am, get up at 8 am, get to uni, do everything, get home at 11 pm, stay up longer, nap at 3 am, wake up at 7 am, back to uni, and so on and so forth, then collapsing every two weeks or so and sleeping off my sleep debt by hibernating for a day, no kidding, and then REPEAT CYCLE.

Im not kidding you. This sleeping pattern enabled me to fit in a very full social and academic life, and was probably the reason I survived my daunting course PLUS have time for lots of extracurricular activities such as student advisoring, student council, volunteer work and so on and so forth, plus outings with friends, plus me time all in the span of oh, 48 awake hours, sometimes with an hour or so nap in between. Lol, MAN, I hated sleep back then. Now, you know.

I always equated sleep with being something only bored people did. And now,I hate that I need it!

While my 19 year old self thrived on it, my 21 year old body can't handle it anymore. I get tired more easily, and I HATE TO ADMIT IT, but I need sleep more too, and at proper hours.But years of staying up and not sleeping is hard, and my body clock has primed my body to be at its most active at oh, about the 20th hour awake.Seriously. I used to survive 48 hours awake. Not healthy. Not at all.

And now I'm paying for it. I get so drowsy when I sleep for 8 hours, but alert after 4-5 hours of sleep. Weird, but true.

I'll beat this yet.I have to! I must get my body clock retimed!

..I cant believe I dedicated an almost entire post to my sleeping pattern. It really must be on my freakin mind. :/

she clicks her heels but she's still stuck

Gosh, I was deliriously happy last week with those girls. =)

"Who has never killed an hour?

Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes.

The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish.

So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence; no weapon, no blood, and no body.

The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share."
- House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski

I have this tendency to kill an hour, with the sleek technique described deliberately above, and if you say you'bve never done it, you are a liar.

Random thoughts this rainy Sunday.

There was an interview with Hanson, yes, HANSON OF MMMBOP AND ANDROGYNOUS LEAD SINGER FAME, on Howard K Stern. I've lost the you tube links, but dear me, I am quite traumatized to have heard Taylor and his porn confessions and the like. o_0

I finally watched Spiderman. Navodi and I started singing the soundtrack to the cartoon, and I was quite amused when Cher asked us if we had made it up. You know! "Spiderman, Spiderman! He can do anything a spider can..."

There is a Buffy COMIC out, for Season 8, because Joss Whedon could not get funding for it as a tv show, I think. I asked the local comic stores and they said, and I quote,"Miss, Buffy is NOT a comic. It is a TV show." -_- OUTDATED SNOOTY BOY!

When friends asked me what I was doing on my last Saturday night and if I wanted to head out, they seemed dumbfounded to know that I was curled up on my bed, having a One Tree Hill/ Greys Anatomy marathon. If you had asked me 3 months or even a year ago, my Saturday nights, or my weekends, are usually filled with heading out, pubbing/clubbing/partyhopping, a drink here or there, dancing a dance or two and awesome company, and always always ending wee in the morning with a meal at a hawkers stall, all night kebab place, or a friend's place.

Its not like I don't have a lack of invitations. But I think I am getting old, and tired of 'The Scene', as they say. At twenty one, I am a little tired of going out and having a jolly good time, and while I normally favor going out, I think the occasional night in beats a wild night sometimes.

Besides, my parents and I have an agreement. I can do my thing, but they really dont have to see me do it. Lol. Its quite a cute arrangement and very liberating, which has allowed me many experiences without guilt.

But perhaps its because I'm done with university. All I've ever known, over the course of the past four years, is university and my life as a student. And how I enjoyed my time as a student! Ah, bliss. And its pretty daunting, that with graduation having come and gone, its the career I have to kickstart next.

While its hard enough deciding on what kind of job I'd *really* like to have, tossing current one aside, and whether or not I should make full use of my current degree or go in a completely new direction, stripped bare from what my parents want, what my peers think I should have, what my mentors advise me to aim for and what i personally want and desire, is the added confusion of the georgraphy of it all. Not only must I contend with what I want to work as, there also lies in the question of where I want to work, and no one can answer that except for me, and I need to make the decisions soon, rather than pushing forward and postponing ticket purchases and document processing any further just because to tell you the truth, with all my bravado aside,while its exciting and thrilling and will test what I'm made of and all that jazz, Im terrified at the prospect.

Which brings us full circle to the quote I've pasted above. As you would have noticed by now, I have a penchant for quotes and I gather them like a pack rat. I feel like I kill my precious hours and I must not continue this anymore.

In lighter news again, my Miri trip was beautiful, and rekindling my ties and sharing beds lol with my Stephanie, my Karan, my Cher, Gen, and my ex housemates, Navodi and Fiona, was very fulfilling indeed. I really could not have asked for more wonderful people on my life, and I am well and truly blessed and priviledged to be able to call these people my friends. I miss them so. And I miss my Shwe, my Gretchel, Melisa! I would not have survived Curtin without these angels. There were not enough hours in the day for me to do everything I wanted to do and say everything I wanted to say, and not even enough time to chill and get pictures with some bloggers, Irene, Wani, Nadia, Kim and Kenin in particular! Ing Hui, I will chase you down for those photos with you. ;)