We are our own devils; we drive ourselves out of our Edens.
~Johann Goethe

It boggles my mind that I have well over a thousand hits on my blogspot, and no taggers. Who's been visiting? Why visit and not tag? How am I supposed to know if what Ive written is of any interest? Tsk. *hints to visitors*

Should I write day by day accounts or my reflections? Hmm. This will never be aOMGTODAYIWENTTOCOFFEEBEEANANDTHENTOTHEMALLANDTHENPARTY blog but I could try. What do you want to read? Otherwise, Ill just write whatever I want to.

Sometimes I think most people dont want to be happy, if only because its easier to find things to lament about than to be joyful about. Its the sad teary cherub at the back of the room who gets the attention, not the crazy chick grinning in the foreground.

Its like happiness is something most people are always striving for and aching for, they want a big explosion to signal the advent of their happiness, not realising that sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, happiness can be in the little moments ane random occurences. And people dont see those things as anything to really be happy about anymore in this bling bling obssessed, drama fixated world that the media has helped spawn.

Wow, I can beat around the bush really well, cant I? The above was short for: get over yourselves, emos. Okay, except for what Im feeling emo, then thats okay. Im rereading my old Animorphs (*ducks frm tomatoes*) series. Tobias was emo before emo knew it was cool.

Updates on self issues are abundant. Interesting? Im not so sure. So maybe Ill skip that.

Can you believe Star Wars Episode 3 is coming out on May 18th in cinemas here? Pirated copy or a blessing, I am so watching it. I dont care! =D

Everyone must see American History X. It is teh wonder.

And all must dance in the rain at least once in their lifetimes.