Musings on Life and my Love of The Printed Word.

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What I know for sure

The sun rises

and a new day begins




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History does not always cause you Misery..


In the past two  days, I have an accumulated sleep of about three hours. Is it insomnia? Could be.. Is it assessments? Most probably. To be perfectly honest though, it is quite simply every other student’s self-diagnosed disorder- chronic procrastinating..

I had a whole week to do three assessments, totalling 6,000 words. Instead I did it in three days, all the night before they where due. Am I proud? A little bit, I like this feeling of having a tiny sense of accomplishment, even if it affected all other forms of functioning.

I finished the last of this semester’s psych reports! I handed my assessment in this morning, sporting  carefully camouflaged eye bags. My body’s main fuel has been caffeine, Im wired as a CPU (haha, corny) But all is well that ends well..

I have one (last) more  assessment due! Thankfully this is not a report or a psychological essay.. Its a portfolio!! YIpee..

What causes stress in human beings. I probably would’ve answered, writing assessments and critical thinking. There where just countless times wherein I embodied the psycho in psychology. But enough of this depression and whatnot. Im reading good literature, keeping me sane and sober. Holden Caulfield held my hand and kept me company whilst my sad sorry eyes where stinging from the lack of sleep. Coupled with a hot cafe mocha from GJ, then I felt like I was floating in marshmallow heaven.

*SELF ACTUALISED Individuals, do not, I repeat, DO NOT PROCRASTINATE!

Heh.. really? Well, Im far from one, so no pressure..

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Empty words and Promises..

ImageI’m currently on my one week intra-break from uni, most students would probably relish the idea of not having to go uni for lectures and tutorials; but not me. I love the exercise, the catching the bus, reading on the train and getting some much needed motivation (as well as information) from both teachers and students. As many of my family members and friends can attest to, I am a massive procrastinator- lazy to the bone, so to speak. I am constantly in need of a push, nag, a feedback, etc.


It’s Monday today and I know that I pretty much have this whole week to start

(supposedly finish) all two of my assessments which are due the first few days back.

3,300 words to be exact- No need to panic, just start now (my ideal self says)

You’ve got time, have fun, its a break, (my usual self shouts- and is currently winning)


God, Buddha, Allah, Help!!


Damned by Chuck Palahniuk

Heaven or Hell. Life or Death. Love or Despair. Yin and Yang. The polar opposites of one another, whatever it is. I know for sure that reading Palaniuk’s newest book Damned was one hell of a ride (no pun intended).

I have heard of Chuck Palaniuk and his literary prowess, and after looking up available books from the library, I settled on with his newest 2011 release, Damned. To be perfectly honest with you, I cant really say something book review-worthy about the book since I felt like it was all over the place. Good and exciting but mostly illicitly descriptive and deranged <3. Nonetheless a book that had me laughing in fits with its black humor and more than slightly off-beat plot lines.

In a nutshell:

The book is about the protagonist Madison Spencer (who’s got one heck of a long full name) who apparently ‘died’ from a marijuana overdoes and is stuck in hell. She then meets a blonde bombshell named Babette, Patterson the jock, Leonard the nerd and Archer the anarchist. Madison, along with her gang of misfits embark on a hellish journey of discovery and what it means to live after dying.

*I swear its a massive mind fuck really..

(My favourite quotes from the book):

Really, just looking around, you feel a twinge of pity for the pool souls who succeeded in getting past the Pearly gates. One cant help but picture the lacklustre VIP lounge in Heave, a kind of nonalcoholic ice-cream social starring Harriet Beecher Stowe and Mahatma Gandhi. Hardly anyone’s idea of a ‘with-it’ social register.

It’s power, but kind of pointless power. No one is discriminated against more than alive people discriminate against the dead. Nobody is as badly marginalized. If the dead are portrayed in popular culture its as zombies.. vampires..ghosts, always something threatening to the living. The dead are depicted the way blacks were in 1960s mass culture, as a constant danger and menace. Any dead characters must be banished, exorcised, driven from the poverty like the Jews in the fourteenth century. Deported like illegal-alien Mexicans. Like lepers.

In the prejudiced, bigoted modern world, alive is alive. Dead is dead. And the two factions must not interact. This attitude is entirely understandable when you consider what the dead would do to property values and stock prices..

The story is really soo much more than a thirteen year old girl dying and finally living her ‘life’ in hell. Im more than happy to read more of Mr. Palahniuk’s books. If only library borrowers would just return them before their due dates *sigh..