New blog layout and style. Hahaha. Had a sudden burst of inspiration. Plus I thought my old layout look super ugly and messy. God knows what I was thinking. This one is so much more neater and prettier and cleaner and.. I like my drawings (Yeah, I'm a little self-praising in that sense) So yeah. New layout might mean new things. I feel the winds of change a blowing.

Watched Mamma Mia just now, courtesy of Pinky / Mel. Thanks for the invite :) The movie, well.. it was pretty damn entertaining. It's in a different vein compared to Across the Universe (Which in itself is also a pretty damn good movie), being a more happy and fun musical. I must admit I did not really set that high an expectation when I was about to watch it, but I'm so happy it went above and beyond what I thought it would be.


Oh, and I had my eyes opened today. Reality bites in weird ways, I guess. Bit me at rather odd times, yeah. Once when I woke up, twice in college, and once when I was in the toilet, taking a piss during the movie (No I did not piss in the cinema, I went to the loo) Can't say that I enjoyed them bites, specially while taking a piss. Hahaha. That sounds a little wrong, doesn't it? Getting bitten while taking a piss. So yeah. Bites. Can be pretty painful, though at first I always disregarded them as nibbles, more than anything else. But, gather enough small nibbles and you get pretty nasty bites.

I've got one foot out the door, I'm half a step away from everything. But I'm not taking everything, though. I'm leaving some bit of me behind, so that one day I have something to come back to. Movies and novels implant romantic and sometimes (actually most of the time) unrealistic ideas in my head, so I've got them to thank for this. The ideal life is just that. Ideal. Not exactly something that I can see happening to me anytime soon. So the bites are sort of pushing me, in a sense, though I cannot see the good in it. Not yet. Or maybe I don't want to.


What I know the bites are doing to me is they make me focus more on going on with my college life, at least. I've got three subjects that are going to dictate my acceptance into my university in Australia, and I cannot screw up. I've got too much at stake to risk that. I'm hanging on leaving as an escape, in a sense. Maybe if I'm not here, then I won't be here. Hahaha. How's that for being cryptic.

I said I was not moving, and I still hold on to that. I'm not moving. I'm just getting a room to rent. Inevitably, I'll come back. I know I will. Novels and movies, again. But in the mean time, maybe a change of scenery is warranted, though I can't really bring myself to do it. I guess I need a push, but I can't accept that. Pushes can be pretty damn painful, if you know what I mean. Knowing that I need that push is what makes it that much harder to accept. Expecting a push from someone is worse.

I don't want to be pushed.