Stranded Verses

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

// 10:45 PM

THREE words
by zee bo bee

You know, there are three words that can completely change a person's life. Three, words;

I

LOVE

YOU

And yet, the same three words have often been used again and again and again so many times that it has become almost some sort of a cli-che'. As I lay in bed last night, not five minutes from when I put down the phone, I began to think to myself "what can I say in return, that would not be a cli-che?".

And so I thought, almost all night to myself and still no answer. The truth is, the very three words that some people can fling about so callously are also the very same three words that, when used in earnest can make someone's heart stop so that, momentarily their soul flies to heaven and have to be turned away by Saint Peter at the gates.

"Go back!" he will say as he checks the guest list. "It's not your time!"

To which you might respond. "Then why am I here?"

"You're not dead! You're in love."

And then down you would come, plummeting through the clouds and atmosphere. Faster than the speed of light! Faster than Superman ! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's your soul being called back by the gravitational pull that is your newfound affections for the voice on the other end of the phone.

Three simple words can send you to heaven and back.

And yet, there I was, in a state of anxiety and unrest. Surely; I. Love. You cannot be the only words there are to be said to someone who has made you feel so special. I felt cheated almost, that my expressions of affection should be limited by these three simple words which could mean everything and nothing.

I remembered a conversation I had once with a girl, probably not more than 4 years old.

"To be in love,"

she had said

"is when you're heart pounds out of your chest, your eyes make funny flapping movements, and little hearts fly out of you."

"And just how would you know this?" I asked, sceptical for sure with thoughts of a Hannah Barbera production in mind.

"Spongebob!" she said, clear and convicted.

And then; Realisation. The reason why the very three words I. Love. You, were used, was simply because from the very first time man had tried to this very day, there are really no words that can express how one feels in such a situation.

It wasn't that the emotions could be described by something as cli-che and simple as "I love you". It was simply that there IS nothing that could quite justify the term anyway.

In a sense, "I love you" means nothing if, as the girl mentioned "your heart does not pound out of your chest, your eyes DON'T make funny flapping movements, and little hearts fail to fly out of you."

And, on that note I turned over on my side, pulled my comforters up to my chin and went to sleep thinking about all those times when you made my heart stop, my eyes flutter, and little hearts fly out of my ears.

I

LOVE

YOU

PEACE OUT

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Monday, March 30, 2009

// 10:03 AM

The Spirit World pt. 2

Hey ya'll

Just a slight recap; when I last left you, we were discussing the nature of a "spirit" - as in an incorporeal entity impinging upon what we perceive as our corporeal world - as that of spiritual or psychic imprint. The spirit, in that sense becomes not an entity of its own as much as it is the spiritual fingerprint that a person leaves behind when he lives in a place or through an object.

But still, I suppose that does not explain other spiritual manifestations; sudden drops of temperature in specific areas, a drastic increase in others or even, in some cases of particularly violent spirits, objects flying through the air. In these cases the entity in mention is usually not so much a psychic imprint as it is a being of it's own nature, what some would like to term the "disembodied soul."

Disembodied Souls and Stray Spirits
the disembodied soul is basically a simple term used to describe any spiritual entity that had once belonged to a corporeal body but no longer resides in one. Depending on what form of spirituality one prescribes to, there will be different terms and description of what constitutes a person's soul.

In this psychic's humble opinion, I believe the soul is the very consciousness that we speak of.

Let's look into that. Think about your body, every detail of it, your hair, your arms legs, everything. I suppose it's not too difficult is it? Now think of your consciousness. Try to picture everything it is, how it looks, how it moves, things like that. Not so simple is it?

When people think of their selves as in the physical being that constitutes who you are on Earth, they can usually call forth a rather vivid mental image of their person, usually viewed from a higher angle. But when most people are asked to call up images of their consciousness, the part of them that thinks and reasons, I suppose the results are not so easily obtained.

Now I could be wrong, but I believe that this is because the consciousness is quite simply the soul. The very thing that is our thoughts and our emotions, every single thing we experience that is not part of our physical senses is what builds our spiritual being - our soul.

While the soul resides within our physical bodies and constitutes our thoughts, the soul is still very much an independant entity whose functions transcend those which are limited by our physical brain. Because the soul's capability is confined within that of the body, it is difficult for our soul to communicate with the concious part of our thoughts, the dominant half of our soul that is confined by the wonders and limitations of the brain.

But we're not here to discuss methods of communicating with one's own soul, rather I provided that detailed explanation to facillitate the reader's understanding of the soul as being a part of, yet independant of the human body.

The notion of a disembodied soul, of an actual conciousness - not merely an impression - that lingers long after the physical body disintegrates is perhaps the most common definition of a spirit. But in that sense, how does the spirit become different from the ghost?

The spirit is the broad, general term used to desrcibe the soul that no longer resides within the body, the ghost, on the other hand is more specific. It is used to describe spirits which, for various reasons find themselves tethered to the corporeal realm.

Indeed, it is quite impossibly for anyone I believe to be sure of what happens to the spirit after Death because notions of the Afterlife, the Otherworld, Heaven, Hell, are all based on individual spirituality and faith so let's leave behind the spirit for now and concentrate instead on the ghost.

To reiterate, the ghost is simply a spirit that has been tethered to the corporeal realm, as opposed to "moving on" to the ethereal realm (for want of an all-encompassing term for an Afterlife) . Now, I suppose the first important thing to deal with is, what exactly prevents a spirit from moving on.

Again, try to recall, the spirit constitutes our thoughts and emotions. As such, the spirit also becomes automatically, by default constituted by those very same thoughts and emotions. One might even say that when we die, the spirit is typically a mass of our most important thoughts and strongest emotions and it is the latter of the two that is usually responsible for the existence of the ghost.

Remember again, the concept of psychic imprints, that we leave behind traces of our spiritual self based on how strong our emotions are tied to a place or any given object. Emotions are a very corporeal thing.

Arguably, it is emotion that keeps the soul tied to the human body during it's tenure on earth. Think of those people in a state of brain-dead, alive but without emotion. We usually label such people as living in a state of soulessness. Essentially, the living dead.

Because the spirit is constituted of a mixture of thought and emotion, it is not impossible, for those who died in a particularly violent or emotional death, to be constituted almost purely of the very last emotion the person had experienced before his spirit departed.

As such, because the emotion automatically forms a psychic imprint that lingers in the place, so too is the spirit tied down to that exact location essentially forming the ghost.

Unlike the psychic imprint though, the ghost has a consciousness of its own. However, very much like the psychic imprint, it's actions and behaviour will be very strongly dictated by the strong emotion that tethered it down in the first place. Emotion usually associated with the ghost are often jealousy, hatred and regret - which are usually very strong emotions which - I'm sure even when we are alive - feels like they can consume every aspect of our being.

However, there too have been cases of souls tethered down by extreme feelings of love and longing though such usually belong only in a temporal state.

Rattling Chains and Flying Furniture

It is rare, but in some cases the ghost can manifest itself in a variety of unexplained behaviour. Generally the ghost behaves rather like a psychic imprint, lingering in a certain place until the physical attachment has been removed (when the building is destroyed or the item burnt) or, in extreme cases, until it has been forced out (which we will discuss in a later article when we get to exorcism)

The first thing to keep in mind is that BOTH the ghost and the psychic imprint require energy to manifest. The psychic imprint manifests as a reaction upon the energy from the lingering emotions that left it in the first place along with overflowing emotions of the people who encounter it. Little by little though, it will fade as the original emotion is used up. Think, if you may, of a battery that is slowly depleted.

The spirit on the other hand, cannot draw from emotion as such. Instead, it often draws from various energy points in the surrounding. Electricity, for instance, or heat.

This is why, when people report of ghostly encounters or poltergeist activity, they usually report, too, a sudden drop in temperature or a disruption in nearby electrical appliances (think the light flickering suddenly) In that sense, if one were to look at a spiritual manifestation through heat-vision goggles, it would appear (quite contrary to popular belief) as though the surroundings have gotten cold and as though the spirit were a focal point of heat signatures.

Similarly to how it can draw upon energy to manifest itself, the ghost can also, with effort, direct energy, conciously or not, to affect the things around us. Such phenomenon at its extreme is often termed as poltergeist activity.

Most of the times, moving objects following a spiritual manifestation are not doings of the spirit itself. If the movement appears erratic and uncontrolled it could very simply be the reaction of the living soul (the one in the body of the person) to that of the dead soul (the ghost in the room).

Unlike magnets, whose opposites attract, opposing nature of spiritual vibrations often reject each other. As such, the energy caused by the collision resulting from the rejection of the dead vibrations and living vibrations can often result in erratic movement of objects around. Think of it in terms of a telekinetic backlash resulting from the conflict of two minds.

However, that does not completely over-rule the fact that some ghosts can draw upon enough energy to move objects to their will and they usually do this to communicate. Though their movements may seem erratic, communication actually takes place on a symbolic level. The soul you see, in all states, communicates best through images and colour instead of words and language. As such, re-arrangement of furniture, moving dolls and mysteriously appearing symbols are usually the attempt of the ghost to reach out to the living soul in an attempt to understand its state of being.

Still, at the end of the day, the strength of the ghost is very much constituted in the strength of its tethering emotion. Much like the psychic imprint, the stronger the emotion, the greater power the ghost has to draw upon. In that sense, it is not impossible for the ghost to eventually forget its identity, should the emotion that bore it waste away to nothing. They eventually become, what I call, wandering spirits and are essentially drifting bodies of spiritual vibrations, nothing more. Think of a ghostly jellyfish, floating aimlessly, without a home or a name.

NEXT, we shall discuss the nature of spirits which were not once human. Demons? Fairies? Or just something else?

PEACE OUT

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// 2:05 AM

The Spirit World pt. 1

Shadows and Figures, and things that go "bump" in the night.

Now, I'm sure we have all had a moment in our lives where you see a person as you are walking, a shadow or a figure, decide to take a second look because "something just didn't feel right" only to find that there is nothing there anymore. Maybe it was just a movement out of the corner of your eye, or perhaps the hair-raising feeling that you're being watched or that something is breathing down your back. Now, this could all be just you being paranoid again, or - if you believe - it could be something of supernatural origin.

Before I take you into the specifics of what I understand about spiritual entities I cannot stress strongly enough how I usually try to avoid that word; "supernatural". To be "supernatural", to me, means being something more than natural which would suggest to many people that it is not something of this world and, therefore, untrue. On the contrary, I believe that spiritual entities are quite rather like the Platypus which too was considered a mythical animal toward the end of the 18th century.

Spiritual Consciousness and Psychic Imprints

One explanation I can offer for some spiritual encounters are that of Spiritual Imprints.

To be psychic, is to be especially in tune to certain mental or spiritual vibrations and being able to naturally decipher them in the brain as images or information.

People, who are especially attuned to the thoughts and emotions of others are called empaths and they can pick up spiritual or psychic imprints left behind by a living being just by passing or by touching an item.

Of course then one would argue that every single item in the world has been touched by at least one person and, therefore would have millions and millions of imprints on them.

Perhaps then it is prudent to narrow it down by saying that only when the specific item in question was "lived" in by it's owner is a distinct and recogniseable psychic imprint left.

In that sense, a pen treasured by a businessman as the first gift he obtained from his wife would more noteably possess a very distinct "feel" about it than say the public payphone at the corner of the street.

This is because when people, living people that is, touch objects we leave behind a little of what is called the soul's fingerprint. If one looks at the consciousness as the human soul then perhaps it is not difficult to see how just like the corporeal body leaves behind fingerprints so too does the soul leave behind a trace of itself.

Unlike the corporeal body though, which almost invariably always leaves behind its fingerprint, the spiritual self needs a strong fuel behind it, usually energy generated in the form of emotions to leave that imprint behind.

In that sense, I suppose if someone was particularly angry while talking on a public phone, an empath who picked up that phone but a moment later could channel the very same thoughts and emotions.

It is important of note though, that the ammount of emotional attachment to the object will increase the duration and strength of what is manifested through the empathic medium.

Take the concept of the psychic imprint and look at in on a different scale; think of a house that someone has lived in for a long ammount of time, and I'm sure we all have strong bonds of attachments to our houses, but think for a moment of a person whose bond is unnaturally, or perhaps supernaturally, strong and significant.

Now, if a person can leave behind a psychic imprint strong enough for an empath to decipher just by carrying around a pen given to him by his wife, think how much stronger that imprint would be if a person had lived all his or her life in a place doing the same routines over and over again, or if they had done something especially drastic in the place, like kill themselves for instance.

To the psychically sensitive, this becomes like a spiritual photocopier almost where it becomes almost possible to witness the person going through his daily routines, again and again and again almost as though he or she were still alive.

To the less psychically aware, glimpses of the person's past may appear. Figures out of the corner of the eye; actually a manifestation of the decease's psychic imprint that they pick up in bits and pieces. Incoherent puzzles that the brain can only project as vague translucent images of the person who once lived or random flashes of unexplained emotions and feelings (the feeling of being watched).

This is perhaps the most sympathetic view on spiritual manifestation. Not exactly a total discredit of sightings of ghosts and feelings of unease in purportedly haunted areas, but stemming once again from the amazing and untapped potential that is the human mind.

coming up, what about the spirits who possess seeming consciousness of their own - the disembodied soul, perhaps?

PEACE OUT

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Friday, March 27, 2009

// 10:54 PM

Bikinni Bottom!

Hey ya'll

This is basically a random picture post.

Check it out.

A 2D replica of Spongebob's Bikinni Bottom, created by me and Megan Lee in Bahasa Melayu class in high-school out of old and used Dewan Siswa magazines.

PEACE OUT

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// 8:41 PM

Haircuts

Surprise, surprise!

excuse the expression, I'm still desperately trying to "work" this hair. But maybe, if you look really close you can spot a bat in the cave! Hahaha! I doubt it...but who knows.

And just in case you were wondering, the red thing is hair!

PEACE OUT

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// 7:05 PM

Dreamtime

The pass few days have gone by like a miraculous dream.

I hope I don't wake up.

PEACE OUT

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

// 1:56 PM

Out on the road...into the swarm.

(yes, those little specks are bugs!)

Hey ya'll

I drove into a swarm of termites yesterday.

It's a wonder, really, what a screen of glass can do to make one appreciate what could potentially be, a rather back-hair raising moment!

Anyway, I was struck with awe more than anything else at the vast quantities of termites fluttering about in the air, literally, I've never seen anything like this before. It was almost as if every single colony in bangsar decided to swarm at the precise same moment.

You know, I'm normally not that big a fan of termites (having had termites nearly destroy my house once!) but from behind the windshield they looked....beautiful, almost.

That just goes to show how little it really takes to change our views about certain things.

Still, when all was said and done, it just meant I would have a lot more "wings" to sweep off the floor the following morning.

Welcome to The Lamp-post, the hottest hang out spot for insects ages 18-days and above only!

PEACE OUT

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Monday, March 23, 2009

// 6:38 PM

The Small-stage vs. The Theatre

Some moments in life, make you behave the way you don't normally do. Like when I got on to the makeshift stage not three days ago and sang for the Hostelites Dinner party. The first thing I realised, was how "small" I felt in comparison with the other performers there. I suppose it really shows how much I have changed since my days in the theatre. I cannot explain it, but somehow, I was truly humbled to be there, in the presence of a whole bunch of people who were obviously more experienced than I was.

My fingers felt cold, my knees trembled, and my throat developed all of a sudden that signature sort of dryness that usually heralds the beginnings of stage-anxiety. The only difference was this time, it wasn't going away. But still, I daresay I put my best foot forward, and sang to my better capabilities.

And even when the crowd cheered, or clapped along, I was aware, constantly of the background noises. The people eating their food on each table, Vibha's "almost-smile" on my left, Bagus somewhere in the crowd, and the guy shuffling cards on the right. The thing about performing at a dinner event, is that there are bound to be people who are so absorbed in something else. In that moment I realised the difference between the small stage and theatre and the reality of it all jarred me for a moment.

I would not know about what the audiences saw, but judging from how I felt before the show, I would say that Victor on guitar seemed the one who was more seasoned on the small-stage than I was, but perhaps it was my background in the theatre that made the change all the more apparent and jarring. Still, I daresay that it was an extremely interesting form of performance and the true challenge, I am pushing myself to right now, is to be so good that people cannot help but to look up from their food and listen to me sing.

I know you listen to music with your ears, not your eyes, but it would be great all the same.

Sometimes I can't help but feel that all my experience, all the times I was told I'm a star, everything that I had grown up with and had come to believe about myself, had all ammounted up to nothing.

"...as she became grown up, she wasn't so sure. I don't know why grown ups don't believe what they did when they were kids. I mean, aren't they supposed to be smarter? What Mahoney needed was the opportunity to prove to herself that she was something more than she believed. " Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.

PEACE OUT

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Saturday, March 21, 2009

// 11:59 AM

Tensions and Expectations

Crossed cutlery constantly appearing on tables can only mean a struggle is about to ensue.

The past few weeks have been rather strenuous, what with the tensions building up here and there and all over the place. It seemed to me, almost, as though every single person had a problem they needed to get out of their system last week. Walking through Monash, was like stepping into a gas chamber. suffocating almost, because of all the poisonous auras permeating the air.

And auras, as such things go, when are strong enough usually spread their little tendrils and end up effecting those who are more sensitive to these kind of things, which in turn cause them to sulk and act sullenly and actually, physically effect those who have not yet been effected. It's like one big aura tidal wave of negativity and gloom!

A sparrow flying overhead around in circles, counter clockwise means that there's only bad luck to come.

Speaking about bad luck! Where the hell do I begin? But I suppose I could end with, what must be the Mother of all unlucky things to have happened to me this year *spit spit spit and touch wood!* and nonchalantly let on that I was robbed, not one week ago and now find myself deprived of a Nokia Xpressmusic (with real golden dragon emblazoned on the back!) and RM50. Well, at least the phone was free and Dad has agreed to mail order another one for me...(without real golden dragon emblazoned on the back though...).

I would wish the robber poorly...but after hearing what Mum said, that people are loosing jobs and are getting desperate, I don't know what I should be doing. I mean...it takes lots of guts to just come up to a guy's car and bang the window and demand his phone and wallet. He must've been (or at least better have been) going through HELL for him to have gone to such extents. And in broad daylight too! In the middle of a horrendous traffic jam with dozens of onlookers (non of which rose to my aid by the way! )

STill, I suppose the signifying end to my unlucky streak has to be that my performance last night was o-kay. The only thing unlucky about the whole thing was probably when Victor realised his guitar string had broke. Thank God though, that Kamesh agreed to lend us the one lying about in the lounge You know, it's true what they say, when it comes to luck, there is no charm greater than your friends!

Now, I won't go as far as to say it was a success, but still, I've done worst! On a scale of one to ten, I'd probably give it a...7 maybe. But well, you really learn from your mistakes and I think this time I probably played it a little too safe, if you know what I mean. Very laid back. Very simple. Perhaps not quite as attention grabbing as the others. Plus, people were eating and, you KNOW how hard it is to attract people's attention when their minds are focused on food. Sheesh!

Meanwhile, a sudden unexpected growth can only mean that new change is soon to come about.

On the other hand, as some of you may/or may not know, I'm trying my hand at scriptwriting this year for the Monash Performing Arts Club. The play; Lorelei, which is basically my take on The Little Mermaid though, I stuck with Andersen's version of having the Mermaid dying. Except though I did it quite differently too. Also, seeing as we are a Performing Arts Club and not a Drama Club, I have taken the liberty of including musical numbers in the play, basically those from Alan Menken's The Little Mermaid (lyrics edited of course to suit the new, more sombre storyline).

This probably means I have to make a personal investment and purchase the music scores to be used in the school play.

Still, nothing is confirmed until all the other script-writing contenders send in their scripts and Bagus, as head of the Drama Department along with the committee members of Monash Performing Arts Club take a nice long read and pick one they can all agree on. I don't expect any favouritism here because I trust my friends to do what is best in the name of art which means, though I may as well be on the committee (all the work I do! LOL!) I would much rather sit the selection of scripts out.

PEACE OUT

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

// 11:15 PM

Writer's Block

is just like constipation.

Be it uncharacteristic of me to discuss bowel movements in a public sphere...but really, if only they would invent brain-laxatives we wouldn't even be having this short discussion!

The again...perhaps the true problem lies in a lack of brain-fiber which is extremely healthy because it promotes the digestion of knowledge which, in turn leads to an easier, smoother and more well-digested output at the end of the day.

PEACE OUT

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// 10:54 PM

Whine

Hey ya'll

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Okay, I'm done.

PEACE OUT

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Friday, March 6, 2009

// 11:39 PM

Cyren's Web!

Hey ya'll

for the past I-don't-know-how-long-but-it-sure-is-long years, I have not smushed a spider, nor have I torn down a spider web, and after today, I think I have good reason not to do so for the rest of my life. Well, firstly, of course because they are extremely useful and to clean them off my ceiling would be both cruel and a lot of hard work. Secondly of course, I now have experience weaving a web first hand and boy can I tell you IT IS TOUGH WORK!!!

Contrary to popular belief and stupid cartoon representations, weaving a proper web is absolutely NOTHING like knitting. Granted, both involve rather monotonous techniques...crafting a web requires more than a simple knit and purl. There is, of course the matter of sticky fingers to deal with...and of course one has to maintain the right ammount of tension so as to obtain a uniform and beautiful symetric pattern...also, the web has to be rather tight and not all loopy and loose, otherwise it would defeat the purpose.

How do I know this? Because I have taken up the sacred Native American art of weaving dream-catcher webs and, to be honest, I don't think there's anything that I can do that could make me look and feel more like a spider! Well. I gave it my best shot and my web is still looking rather lopsided...now I don't know about you but I don't think this web is catching too many dreams anytime soon. Half of them would probably just drift right on through the sparse side.

But seriously, try it out for yourself...perhaps it could give you a different perspective into a little spider's life? Or maybe just another excuse to not bother with dusting.

PEACE OUT

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Thursday, March 5, 2009

// 10:10 PM

Undergrad-school Musical

Akash, who knows me as Caryn's Hippy Friend once told me "I always think of you dancing your way through the halls and corridors of Taylors College." Well, he was wrong because...I'll admit it here...I'm really not that much of a dancer. Now, moving whilst singing I can do. Just not much on the fancy footwork and body gyrations, especially what with the fancy stuffs they're comin' up with nowadays.

Matthew, an old friend of mine said something similar. "When you're happy, I always think that you are going to pick up a broom and burst into random song and a whole crowd of people will appear out of nowhere to sing with you!" now he's hit me right on the button! Now, although I don't actually burst into random song and dance with brooms and mops in a display that can only be categorised as a broadway extravaganza, I sure as hell picture myself doing it in my mind which, is a good thing considering how happy I am this year because of all the awesome performances I've got lined up this semester alone!

Now, granted, they may not be big, but the idea of bursting out in song and dance (songs from the 70s to the present, culminating in a High School Musical Number) in the cafeteria as a method of promoting the Monash Performing Arts Club is perhaps as close to my fantasy as it's ever going to get. Think of that scene, from Grease 2, when everyone sang in the parking lot, or (if you must at the risk of sounding like a frickin' teenybopper) the part of High School Musical 3, when Sharpay and Ryan did their very cute number.

ps. is it just me or does Ashley Tisdale look a LOT like Gwen Stefani in this get-up?

The second best thing, so far, would be of course my performance for Hostelites Night with Victor. Though I don't have as much to say about that, I think, that with enough rehearsals it could prove to be a good opportunity to get my name out there a bit maybe.

Anyways, that's all I've got for ya'll today, as you can see I have become (as Nanny Fine would put it) a yanter? yenter? Oh...you get the point.

PEACE OUT

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Monday, March 2, 2009

// 11:07 PM

Tele Blues

Hey ya'll,

I don't know what's even more sadder, the fact that I just watched the last episode of my favourite television sitcom, or the fact that I'm even sad that I have watched the last episode of my favourite television sitcom. You know, I never would have believed it, but when I watched the lights dim on what would be the final episode of a television series (which had ended several years ago although I'm only watching it now!) I couldn't help but experience a sense of heaviness inside of me, almost like a part of my own life is coming to an end...which is partially true because now I'll have to search and download new episodes of a new series to keep myself occupied at night (which is probably another reason for me to be sad!)

You know, this is just the sort of thing I was trying to avoid when I took up Contemporary Television Studies last semester. Well, apparently knowledge isn't power...not when it comes to sitcoms! Well at least I've still got The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy to content with.

Gracie: Fran, how much older than me are you?

Fran: Let me put it this way...when you're 20, I'll be 40, when you're 30, I'll be 40, when you're 40, you'll understand why I'm still 40.
It's the new math; learn it.

PEACE OUT

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// 6:42 PM

Flight's Cancelled

Hey ya'll

Looks like my outback adventures have been put on hold, for now. Turns out that a slight change in university subjects has required me to stay on for yet another year before flying off down under.

All at once my dreams came plummeting down like poor poor Icarus on his overconfident soar toward the sun. Yet, I suppose being brought back down to earth isn't proving to such a drawback after all. In fact, things seem to be working out just fine, actually, exactly the way it should.

I won't pretend that I'm not dissapointed that I can no longer go to Australia, but at the same time, I won't pretend that I wouldn't be dissapointed if I went either. There is an issue, you see, about wanting so badly to be more active in University events, for example the "Save the Whales" thing that I have planned for COSTA, and possibly MPAC this semester, as well as yet another opportunity to star in another one of Bagus's grand masterpieces (though I'm hoping it will be something lighter this year) not to mention an extra 12 months to hang out with some of the most awesome people in the world...

still, it would have been nice to finally experience a taste of responsibility and independance (and I mean in such a way where there's no well-meaning mother nagging at you to remind you of your duties ever five minutes). This part, I know many people say it's not as it is cut out to be but to be completely honest, despite nightmarish thoughts of paying for my own bills, I am having a little problem believing that. After all, wouldn't a taste of freedom be worth any inconveniences thrown in one's way? Well, apparently not. And apparently it is something I have got to experience first hand to accept and/or believe.

So, all in all, despite this little drawback that the Universe has sought to throw at me, I think this year will turn out to be pretty spectacular in itself. After all, if you think about it, this is the first time of my life that I will actually belong to a "clique". One which, I am proud to admit, are already having no problems keeping it real with each other...though for the others' benefit, I hope things do not get entirely too testy. Now, this part, at least, should be interesting!

Catch you guys next time then,

PEACE OUT

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