Voila, la deuxième tentative.

As usual, when I can’t sleep, or when I have papers due is when I decide to add an update to my oft-sputtering-almost-dead-blog.

GARGH!!!!!!!
frustration is when you know your body needs sleep and your mind won’t let go of being awake and it’s yet another cycle of struggling with mind over matter and remembering that sleep log you kept for Behavioral Medicine when you were a Psych major back in college, and that essay over dualism that you struggled with one fall night. And bah.

Anyways, what do I have to share with y ‘all this time around.
Well, for starters, I got myself a new camera, courtesy of a certain darlin’ of a M who brought it back from her visit back Stateside for me….and so am back to taking pictures again. I took one specially for a certain Chee Beng Kean today, but haven’t uploaded it yet. heck. I might as well do it, right? gah. Here you go Kean! lookie what I snapped on my way to the library today… ^-^

In other news: I have on my firefox window, open in separate tabs, the following links:
Click on this one if you want to LAUGH!
And this if you want to have a good SHUDDER.

The former is hilarious. I mean. seriously. the blurb it’s got is as follows:
Drunk Darth Vader’s Jedi assault
Arwel Wynne Hughes, 27, from Holyhead, Anglesey, admitted assaulting
Barney Jones and cousin Michael with a metal crutch. They suffered
minor injuries.
Uh huh, I’ll say it again. Seriously. HA HA.

As for the second link. Ooooh. the Man himself is going to be speaking this Friday at Imperial College (info thanks to Suan, oooh she got my feathers all fluffed up with all this) …. someone’s batted around the idea of having a demo/protest/awareness raising thingamajig already….what I can’t come to grips with is how this man can combine being the political leader that he is (a pretty ‘effin scary/urghy one. I’m sorry there’s just no word that’s good enough to describe what he’s promulgated in Malaysia in his 20+ years of "rule") with being the father, husband and grandfather that he is as well. You can’t separate the different parts of your life can you? You just can’t. not when you’re a political leader, a religious leader, or really, any leader of any kind. You can’t say one thing and then be another, can you? I don’t know. Call me naive, but I really do believe that you’ve got to walk the talk regardless of whether one is a leader or not, or else what’s the point of anything? Living a lie is just so not worth it. But then again, is it. blaaaaaa. do not. like. the.way. my thoughts are flowing when I’m deprived of sleep that’s what.

More news on London. the weather is crazy. A couple of weeks ago, it was sunny and bright…so much so that I had the chance to laze on the steps of St Paul’s cathedral with only one layer of clothing on. My companion for that afternoon had ventured out of his house with only a t-shirt on, no jacket, no nothing. he took a chance. brave boy. and he won. because we got to sit outside and bask in the sun. But then the following Sunday, I woke up to looking out of an attic window feeling curiously like I was in a snowglobe.You know those glass balls you shake and then the "snow" inside twirls around furiously? Yeah. It snowed. Like gorgeous fresh snow, reminiscent of that of the Grinnell landscape at the beginning of wintertime.

Ah well.
Voyages. Two weekends in a row I have been out of London.
First Dublin, to visit Mark, and then Sardinia, on a impromptu (at the time of buying the tickets, it was, and actually, right up til when we finally met up at the airport terminal and landed in Alghero with no idea where we’d be sleeping that night, it still was!) get-away with my two M’s.
Pics here (Dublin) and here (Sardinia).

Also, might’ve just fallen in love. Like. just simply. without expecting to. it’s early days yet, but wow, it’s been a ride so far.
However right now, I’m just wishing I weren’t so in love/awe with/of my essay topic. Then maybe I’d be able to write it. Because right now, it’s scaring me to write it even more than writing my personal statements for grad school did.
HAH. The ironies of Life. they never stop coming do they?

Ok. well that’s all for now. it’s half past three in the morning now. The birds haven’t started singing yet so that’s a good sign.

Time to pick a picture to end this entry with.

love to all as always,
~m. xoxox