Once again, i have been urged by my irate friends to blog. (Refer to tag board, bels)
Who is maintaining this blog anyway?:p
Currently, my computer, no doubt assualted by some virus, responds excruiatingly slowly at my commands. I can make milo while waiting for my next word to pop out.
*drinks milo.
Ok, its out. Anyway, was watching the censored version of Final destination on channel 5 last night. This is very good for timids like me, but bad for the health. You see, like the Greeks, final destination is akin to a tragedy, whereby the incidents served to cause pity and fear.
I mean, we will cheat death sometimes, and the thought that someone will hunt us down to make sure we die will freak us all out yes? And you pity all those people too.
Anyway, the point is, i experienced the peripeteia(Turning point), when they realise that they all are going to die, the agnanorisis (Discovery), when main character realises that she must die, the catastrophe(Well, only greek word that is like english), when she plunges into the lake....but no cartharsis, since i didn't see how they all die. Tension build up, with no outlet.
Hence, i have a wrecking flu this morning, sneezed at my pretty baby 5 times. His hairs are all standing from utter assualt.
Thats all. I am tired. I want to sleep. To dream. To breathe without a runny nose.
