Creepy clowns..

I HATE CLOWNS..

I should think anyone who's around my age, would hate them as well.

Why?

Thank that damn movie IT the clown..

Believe me if you thought the movie freaked the wits out of you, the book kinda gets to you more.

It was that sort of book that, made you stop reading midway, take a slow glance around the room and the back of you, just to be sure no one drooling blood is looking over your shoulders or trying to creep up behind you. The only other book that i recall has ever gotten to me that way would be The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer: My Life at Rose Red. Gawd how i was obsessed with Rose Red, wanting it so much to be true. Oh and i honestly believed it was true.. Watching the documentaries, and the movie about it.. gave me the creeps and made the hair at the nape of my neck stand, but i loved the whole idea of it.

Anyway i came across this picture, which is in fact, Yes, the scariest last supper ever.. It just reminded me of IT all over again, along with all the other freaky-assed clowns.. Yech! After sitting down for awhile trying to see if i recognized all of em' i suddenly realized that i was torturing myself. *shudders*



i actually hv no idea why im posting this up.

or maybe i'm subconsciously doing this, being influenced by McDonalds, or that stupid jigsaw doll!

Hmm okayy.. shall avoid eating McD's for awhile now..

So much for facing the fear head on.. =/

Indulgence

1) in Michael Buble.. in music.. and all that jazz...

Don't you think music just gives you that emotionally liberating feeling.. Makes me just wanna close my eyes and sway.And when i mean sway, i mean literally floating around the room, ballroom motion and all sliding here and there (for those who don't know me, I love dancing. None in particular, just allowing the music to move me in any way it chooses). The fact that i have the whole room to myself (a most fortunate situation for now) enables me to do whatever i please, whenever. I scream songs in the morning, work out in front of my full length mirror in the evenings, and I dance the night away.. :)

2) in books... ahhh i love the smell of your pages..

I think i've already gone through 2 books this month. Approximately 5 since the beginning of this year. Which is probably incomparable to most avid readers but I like to enjoy the context of each word. I have a habit of rereading certain sentences or phrases again and again just because it brings out a certain sort of rarity..of feelings and wonders of all sorts. The fact that i love most about reading a book is how i manage to just jump into the pages ( a Mary Poppin effect) and be in a whole different world. Just a voyuer in a land of unknown fiction.

I would go on and on, but seeing as how it's already 3.06am (it says there.. draft autosaved at 3.06AM) my eyes have sent signals to my brains, and i think pyschologically i'm being tricked into thinking i'm sleepy, hence the yawning. Will continue(in another post)/edit this post another time (or leave it the way it is.. i'm such a lazy person.. arghh)

Well, I shall head off to bed with my palms and fingers gripping my current book.. and read em' till i fall asleep..

Gnite world..

Living with half a shadow..

'According to Aristophanes in Plato's The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people'

'In ancient times people weren't simply male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female, or female/female. In other words each person was made out of components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everyone in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male and female, the upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing other half.'

Taken from Haruki Murakami's book, Kafka on the Shore.

Up your nose!

Hey, baby. Yea my semester is much more relaxing as compared to the last, but somehow I'm Much too relaxed to sit down and blog about anything at all. I know, that I was suppose to post up the third day of your last visit here. Never gotten around to it. Every event is as fresh in my mind, like it just happened yesterday. So, no worries. It's all up here *taps the side of head, only to find it produces hollow sounds*. Well, as I said, there isn't much to do this semester so my brain has pretty much been left to deteriorate. But I Have been reading a couple of books lately, in hopes that it would keep me occupied, and it does. Oh, I'll never forget the day I came back from class, took a shower, played some music, and just laid in bed with one hand holding a book, the other behind my head. I've never been so relaxed. Well, at least not in Moscow. Time stood still for me that day, as I read myself to sleep, only to wake up and continue flipping those pages. I have found my haven, just being right there, cuddling in between the sheets and my comforter.

Perfume, was the name of the book I was indulged in. I swear I had never heard of the book, nor the movie which apparently was quite popular. The plot of the story had immediately captured my attention that in midst of reading the book, I watched the movie too. I knew it would spoil the whole purpose of reading the book, but I was just so intrigued by it I couldn't help myself. Thankfully, much was changed in the movie, from the book itself and I had the pleasure of combining both while I continued reading it. I must say, that the book did have an impact on me for a few days, for as the character of the book appreciated the sense of smell so much that for every type of aroma, did he have a particular way of describing it, that I'm sure most would not have heard of. At first, I did write down all those words in my excitement, and influence of the book, writing the meanings of the words that describes, the foulest of odours, or the scent of a thousand angels, what not, only to come back down to earth with the realization I would never use this sort of language to describe scent or smell, for I could never appreciate the odours, let alone tell them apart from others, so what the heck. But that didnt stop me from smelling the food I ate before I tasted it, or inhaling the air, trying to smell what Spring smelled like. I did that for a couple of days, I think. I soon got weary of it, and the effect of the book has faded, but not completely, for the next time I smell anything, I would remember the importance of scent and how it actually affects us all, without us knowing it.