Quotes and No Apology

I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself.
- Marlene Dietrich

Emo Forrest Gump:
When Forrest said life was like a box of chocolates, was he saying that life is a cheap and unoriginal present that's only truly enjoyable for a maximum of three days?
- John Brodish

All human beings should try to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why.
- James Thurber

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.
- Rita Mae Brown

My name is Alice and I remember everything.
- Alice (Resident Evil)

Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange.
- Alphonse Elric (Full Metal Alchemist)

Man is a tragic animal. Not because of his smallness, but because he is too well endowed. Man has longings and spiritual demands that reality cannot fulfill. We have expectations of a just and moral world. Man requires meaning in a meaningless world.
- Peter Wessel Zapffe

It's hard to pretend like you don't care when you actually do.
It's hard to pretend like you care when you actually don't.




And yes, btw. I am alive.

Who's Back?

It's back.

Just in time for the holiday I hate the most.

For love is no part of the dream-world. Love belongs to desire, and desire is always cruel.

- SANDMAN #9: "Tales in the Sand"

Like Eggs Being Beaten

Yes, it's been a while, I know.

There have been a lot of things going on, but I just haven't got the energy to update. Well actually I do. If I didn't have any energy left I'd be lying in bed instead of sitting here boring the life out of me. It's just that… as my rambling would suggest, my thoughts haven't been in order lately. And I'm just not used to that.

Well… I am. My thoughts have never been in proper order anyway, but there used to be at least a certain logic/order to the usual chaos. But now… thoughts are meshed together. I can't even tell where one ends or where the other begins. I worry about my future – nitpicking details about events that still lie out of reach… I run from past ghosts which, for some reason, chose to unearth themselves right at this moment. I cling to the present - a feeble attempt to hold on to my sanity. (That may perhaps be a bit too extreme… But I am actively trying to focus only on the present. It's like balancing on the edge of a knife, either way I fall—where have I heard that line before? Was it Doctor Who?)

The point is, I want to stop thinking… about things that have yet to come, and about things that have already come to pass. I can't change the past, so why fret about it?

As Master Oogway said, "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery – but today is a gift. That is why they call it the present."

Gotta love Master Oogway.

PS: Because of excessive Torchwood, my mind's voice is now Welsh. So this entire blog post was read to me in that beautiful sing-song accent. It's just sad that whenever I try to speak with such an accent out loud, it sounds like the bastard child of Scottish and Irish (with a touch of Jamaican). Ah well. Whatever.

My thoughts seemed to have regained some kind of order now. That's good.

Posted from Word07

[EDIT: I checked, and the quote about the knife is actually from LoTR. Lady Galadriel said; "The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail. But hope remains, if friends stay true."]

Short Rant About Crime Shows

I love crime shows, but there comes a point where writers have to draw the line. There will come a point when absurd plot devices and über-technology will no longer manage to impress, but instead come across as a laughable attempt to disguise a lack of proper plot.

And yes, I am looking at you, CSI:NY. I thought you were the cool CSI cousin, but now it seems to me that you're trying to compensate for a small body part.

Whatever. Just don't follow in your gay cousin's footsteps. (read: CSI:Miami)

Statements and Being Shipwrecked

I have to write a personal statement for university... It's not as easy as I hoped it would be. I want to come off as mature and professional, but so far I've written several drafts (in my head), and I always end up sounding like a pompous, arrogant brat.

So yes. I think I need to put this off until later. Next Tuesday, most likely. I shall then consume ungodly amounts of caffeine to speed up the process.

Whilst discussing this issue with my dear friends, the one who resembles Mufasa told me I should finish it as soon as possible because he wanted to read it. He then asked, how much do you love yourself?

I replied;

I love myself to the point of refusing to let others eat me in the event of a shipwreck.

And it's true. If such a situation arises, I would drizzle my dying self with poison. Because if those feckers want to eat me, I'll be taking them down with me, thank you very much.

I'm really happy with that answer. I hope this means my creative dry spell is coming to an end!

Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting.
- John Russell

You Shall Read This And Nod Sagely

The danger of knowing too much is that things tend to become boring and meaningless.

Several times during the course of our lives, we'll find ourselves in situations where the urge to lie down and give up becomes overwhelming. Some give in. Others march on, without really knowing why they do so.

Hemingway was right; wise people can never truly be happy. They can't stop marching - they're too curious as to what lies ahead. But at the same time, they've already figured out what lies ahead, and know that the march is futile at best.

Times change. But most of all, people change.

Life: so many mysteries to uncover, so little time. All for the best, maybe. If mankind obtained the answers to all their questions, what then would be the point of living?

Her realm is close, and can be visited; however, human minds were not made to comprehend her domain, and those few who have made the journey have been incapable of reporting back more than the tiniest fragments.
- a description of Delirium (The Sandman: Season of Mists, "a prologue")

Through A Bag

Karate is a wonderful thing. A few hours ago, I was in angsty emo mode. But then I went to train and now I feel better! There's just something about kicking a bag full of sand that fills one with inner calm.

The only downside is, I had this delightfully angsty emo poem half finished in my head. But it's gone now.

So really, there is no point in writing any more.

(Actually, the truth is that my body is full of endorphins at the moment, and so my mind is relishing the wonderful feeling and thus cannot be arsed to compose anything.)

Progress isn't made by early risers. It's made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.
- Robert Heinlein

This Will Be Quick

Imma see Eddie Izzard in December!!!

*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~*

Green Belt

People of the world--

I have a GREEN belt!! Mwahahahahaha~

(Oh, and I had my first ever close encounter with an overbearing mother. I don't care if your child's 11, you have no right to disrespect my Sensei!)

O.M.G.

I love The Sandman. I'm sure of it now. I love it.

I'm going to start collecting the whole series. All doubts have gone out the window.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

- Rose Walker, SANDMAN #65: "The Kindly Ones:9"

Let Me Just Say

You have not lived until you've had a "Eureka!" moment...

...brought on by Red Bull.

Wanted

Where is this diapered archer? Imma cut him with one of his arrows.

Cupid. If I ever get my hands on him.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.
- William Shakespeare

An Open Letter to Ron Howard

I just saw Angels and Demons. And some venting is in order...
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Dear Mr Howard,

I must start this letter by thanking you, dear sir, from the bottom of my dark heart. Thank you for successfully mangling another otherwise exciting book. You did everything right; you snatched a few significant details away, you left out some key scenes, and totally 'revolutionized' the end! I really commend the way you tore off the spine and produced a jellyfish of a plot. You did a fantastic job of keeping the audience in the dark (no pun..) for most of the movie.

The pool scene near the start? I thought that was ingenious! That was a really subtle way of showing off Mr Tom Hank's fantastically chiseled physique. I can honestly say that I was not reminded of a blob of cheese at that point.

Another thing I must absolutely praise is how you made no mention of the villain's motives at all. Well done on that! Viewers will absolutely not think it strange that a man could do such heinous acts without any cause. Sometimes people just wake up and decide that they will do evil things that day. It happens.

I would love to go on and shower praise on every single part of your masterpiece, but I'm afraid I must stop here. You see, Mr Howard, your movie was so stunningly incredible; I simply cannot stand to think about it one more time. I'm locking the memory of your Angels and Demons in one of the dark oubliettes at the back of my mind, and there it will remain until I see fit.

By the way, I'm destroying the key.

Lots of love,
The Crazy Authoress

PS: Oh, and thank you so very much for removing my favorite scene. Because that scene was not brilliant and utterly significant and symbolic AT ALL.

An Inquiry and An Update

When is Sean Hannity getting waterboarded? Cause I have to make popcorn that day and all...

Anyway, Shuttle to Geekdom (yeah, that's the name of the operation) is going well. There have been some setbacks due to misunderstandings regarding deadlines, but nothing too drastic.

And that is really it.

Because when you're so sure you're right, you wind up acting so wrong.
- Bill Maher

Uppers and Downers

Tomorrow I have a history test.

Right now I am sipping iced coffee. And I have a whole pack of sleeping pills beside me.

My mind is informing me that this seems to be a very bad idea.

I can't see how it would go wrong, really...

But anyway... ahh, coffee. Wonderful, blessed coffee. The Elixir of Life for students everywhere.

The Good Doctor Made Me Cry

Oh Doctor Who... *bawls*

My favorite episode just played. And I be sniffling.

*sniffle*

One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.
- Madame de Pompadour ("The Girl in the Fireplace")

Brain Goes Melty?

My day was just weird... T'was full of random meet-ups and serendipity.

I fully expected some indie pop/rock song to start playing.

But aahh... Must leave now before brain goes melty.

Btw, Bear is actually tiny. Here be a piccie for scale.

Lookit him... Hanging on for dear bear life...

It's LATE!

My brain may be melting...

Look! Tis me with my bear!!

Oh, My Poor Heart: Part Deux

My mother is awesome.

I asked her to buy me some iced coffee, pictured here in my favorite flavors:

(Aww, no available pics of the newly released Choco one and the Cappucino Lite D:)

As you can see, the packaging is passably tiny and cute. There's about one cup of coffee in each.

Well, mother took the liberty of buying me this:

*cue choir of angels singing Handel's Hallelujah*

Look! It's nearly as big as my head!!

*switch soundtrack to Beethoven's Symphony #9, 4th movement (Ode to Joy)*

This is gonna be brilliant!!

And just to highlight my obsession, here be more than a couple of quotes:

Given enough coffee, I could rule the world.

A morning without coffee is like sleep.

Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation.

I don't have a problem with caffeine. I have a problem without caffeine!

Coffee makes us severe, and grave, and philosophical.
- Jonathan Swift

Coffee smells like freshly ground heaven.
- Jessi Lane Adams

No one can understand the truth until he drinks of coffee's frothy goodness.
- Sheik Abd-al-Kadir

Way too much coffee. But if it weren't for the coffee, I'd have no identifiable personality whatsoever.
- David Letterman

Behind every successful woman is a substantial amount of coffee.
- Stephanie Piro

It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity. I bet this kind of thing does not happen to heroin addicts. I bet that when serious heroin addicts go to purchase their heroin, they do not tolerate waiting in line while some dilettante in front of them orders a hazelnut smack-a-cino with cinnamon sprinkles.
- Dave Barry

A Shiteload of Stuff

I see the shitload of stuff that I have to do. They're inching towards me now... taunting me...

But eh, feck it.

I'm loaded with paracetamol and I just want to sleeeeeeep.