Monday, July 18, 2011

Snape is dead. Somehow I shielded myself from it when it was only in writing but Alan Rickman is so good that I now know that Snape is dead.

(mourning)

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Libyan spokesman, "we will die for oil"

Reminds me of the theatre workshops. How many ways can you say that sentence and bring different meanings to it. I'm undecided between bravado and desperation as the likely emotions behind this one. Don't, I want to say. But then I'm in a comfortable hotel reading the news. It hurts my cred some
I realised something today. once you have a belief and it's a true and real one, there is nothing you can do to blind yourself from it. Today the thought of flying over all those deforested parts of Malaysia had me in tears.
I can tell myself that I am not a bad person and that I am not causing anyone harm but the truth remains that I am not acting on what I truly believe in. This next year, I am going to do everything i can to live a greener life. I am going to make sure my holidays are eco-friendly. i'm going to try reduce our power bills. I am going to try and volunteer for reforestation activities. And what I can afford, I'm going to donate to the kinabatangan reforestation efforts.
I can't turn a blind eye any more

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Finally tracked down what happened to Hannibal's war elephants. There were 37 and the last died near Arno. Poor things.

In other news, work tomorrow...

Saturday, June 25, 2011

I've been very busy, my dearest bloggy.
I was suddenly missing Brutus my beautiful doggy. And now the nameless dread is on me again...

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Next project. Spirits are a little low here. Mine in particular. Must pull self together. Must keep my long term goals in mind and not let a few hiccups get in the way
I actually came online here to document my longing for a notebook I had in 5th grade. It was Jurassic Park film merchandise but beautiful. There is very little lovelier than a theropod skull

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Relishing the memoirs of Saint-Simon. He's a petty but sharp man. His incisive tongue gives so much colour to the time.

Fancy, would our gossip magazines perform the same function for posterity :p