I’m a bit sleep deprived but I’m almost sure I just heard an effing pterodactyl … Unconsciousness, take me now!
I understand Movember is a moustache growing charity event held to raise awareness as well as funds for men’s health. That’s so awesome. Personally, I think women’s health have been greatly supported particularly in the media more than that of the dudes. No problems with that, all I’m saying is that both are equally important …
Oh flippy skippy, what I’m really trying to get at is that I’ve noticed my own lip hat has been more obstinate and noticeable of late, as if it is rallying in support to it’s male brethren. I’m on the fence on whether I should be proud or annoyed. Normally I’d be tolerant of it’s presence in the name of natural beauty, because let’s face it, little downy bristle on a woman is hawt.
Originally posted on Cristian Mihai:
No matter who or where we are, we consume art on a daily basis. We listen to songs, go to the cinema, or spend a lazy afternoon enjoying a good book.
But why is it that art is so important? Why is it that our lives would feel empty, pointless, filled with blank spaces without art?
Art is important for a million different reasons: we consume art because it inspires us, because it gives us purpose, motivation, ambition, and it makes us dream. Art shows us a world we would’t dare imagine by ourselves. We consume art simply because it’s beautiful… a beautiful voice can be admired just for that, so is a beautiful painting.
Originally posted on The Written Word:
So I took a 10 Day Break, and now I have returned… Just before the break, I received My “Chess With Agatha” Bookmarks, and so I will contact the Bookstore Manager, and figure out when she is there so I can have the Sample “I Died Once” Books, and Bookmarks dropped off.
Wish me luck, we shall see
Well, that’s the longest title I’ve ever permitted myself to publish. At some point I will begin to ramble, but perhaps you might not realize that I usually do this because I edit to make it look less obvious. My lips are smarting from the pain as I bite the peeling skin. That sounds gross. It is right to say my lips are ‘smarting’? See? I have already began, but I am not going to edit and if I remember I’ll tell you why it’s important to me.
Okay, I have sleeping problems and I won’t say it’s insomnia because well I’m distracted all the time by one thing or another but I could rest if I let myself. What usually steals my sleep is reading. Since I got the kindle app I’ve lost so much of it. I can’t bring myself to delete it. I think I need professional help. Now, I’ve been reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower on and off for almost a week and a half but it’s gotten so much interesting that I stayed up till this ungodly hour reading it half way through. Trouble is that the best time to talk about a book or movie is just right after reading or watching it so I might not be as exact as I intended earlier.
Charlie. He is, to slap a label on, this introvert that I believe gives me an inside look on how some introverts think. He really gives a lot to the details that I would fling over my shoulder because of the irrelevance of it at that given moment. Charlie makes me see how much there is to a simple action, a simple inaction, how much there is to see at family gatherings during holidays and when you think about it sometimes you wonder why you weren’t in some daytime television drama series. There is so much in everything that it amazing till it hurts your head.
..… feeling hot and sticky right now and I hope for home.
………..… tired and need sleep.
…………….. … a little confused and need to meditate.
…..… hurting inside.
… funny and always up for a good laugh.
… itching to travel.
… wanting to write a proper post.
I’m afraid this is a little over due, nevertheless, I’d like to shout out a big thank you to James over at James Kennedy at Monash University for honoring me with the Very Inspiring Blogger Award!
- Link back to the blogger who nominated you. Check.
- Post the award image to your page. Check.
- Share 7 facts about yourself.
- Nominate other blogs for the award and inform them about it.
Now … seven things about me:
- Last year I cut my knee length brown hair to just below my shoulders. It has been a regretful choice and a lesson in itself. Enough said.
- I’m a born Hindu but I’m open minded and I also believe in Jesus Christ so I suppose that would make me Christian as well.
- I have not posted anything much about this, I’m into environmental conservation, not exactly a newbie but nothing remotely close to an expert in any area. I’m still learning and such posts requires good research and time, time which I don’t normally have. Continue reading
Nashti Favashi is my name, torturing Devina is my favourite game. I am real as a hot fudge sundae in the middle of July. As real as melting ice caps. As real as the fact that human kind is destroying this wonderful, intentionally bountiful and gloriously versatile home we call Earth. I am that real.
Now before you all get worried and antsy about what I did to her you can sit down if you bothered to get up at all. I’m not being mean or anything (just saying). Who exactly am I? *chuckles* I am Dee’s alter ego. How can you believe me? Well for starters, no one on the blogosphere knows her nickname, now you do -
You hold it there right now. This is Devina again. I don’t know what’s possessing me. Is it good or is it a disaster? Neither? Both? Don’t ask. Anyways let me say, before Favashi takes over again, that I think I suddenly understand. Inside my head apart from the normal me that functions on a daily basis, there’s a part that lives a thousand lives dreaming and building on the existing worlds written down by the authors whose works I’ve read and the worlds that I make up on my own. I believe I’ve been able to separate the two to some extent.