Pretty significant as of today.

In keeping with tradition of slacking off during a weekend.

I had SO much planned out for this 3 and a half day long weekend.
The problem with my plans is they always fall apart at the very last minute. So, as of now, tons (literally, TONS) of schoolwork remains unfinished, dozens of chores undone and billions of tic tacs uneaten.
I wonder if i'll even pass this semester or not. :shudder:

However, there is ONE thing i have been doing this weekend. Collecting information. Loads and loads of information, that may seem completely useless to the average joe, but is a godsend to the average mollika.
I kid you not. My laptop is a veritable cornucopia of trivia and statistics about psychological disorders to the X-men to... hamburgers. Yes, hamburgers.
DON'T JUDGE.


Anyway, here's a little something i found. A heavily detailed map of 221B Baker Street. It looks so, so beautiful. :cries:
Google, i love you ever so much.

Click the picture for a better view. Trust me, you WON'T regret it.

Unifinished Schoolwork: Superstitions

Note: This is for an English assignment which, due to 'limited' time constraints, i couldn't finish. We were given topics to choose from and speak about. I chose superstitions.

I took my my dog out for a walk one morning. Out of sheer boredom, my mum decided to tag along.
A good 45 minutes later, while we were returning to out house, my mum suddenly yelled, "Mollika! WATCH OUT!" and tackled me to the ground with the strength of a sumo wrestler.
"What did you do that for?!" I yelled, while looking around frantically for someone who might have tried to kill us, or worse still, kidnap my dog.

Would anyone like to try and guess why she did that?

Mum did what she did because as usual, i wasn't looking where i was going, and i'd almost stepped on a lemon and some chillies, two of the MOST EVIL household ingredients known to mankind.
Superstition suggests that stepping on lemon and chillies lying around aimlessly on roads will bring the unsuspecting person (bless the poor bastard) untold misfortune, usually in the form of death, loss of wealth or at least a bad case of diarrhoea.

In my opinion, superstitions started out as little white lies that some pathetic loser told his rich and successful friends, in order to make his life seem a little less, well, pathetic.
Lost your job? Blame the cat that crossed your path earlier today!
People think you're ugly? Blame your mother for stepping outside the house on a moonless night when the euclidean horseshoe constellation is visible in the sky!
Okay, i'll admit i made that one up.

Some superstitions are clever creative and funny, while others are absurd and downright offensive. And of late, science has proved more than its fair share of superstitions to be cleverly spun farces. But i gotta hand it to whoever came up with the very first superstitions. An imagination as vivid as theirs is extremely difficult to find. It takes skill to convince millions of believers that stepping on a crack will truly break your mum's back!
As Albert Einstein rightly said, "Science without religion is lame; religion without science is blind."

I was reading the wiki page on Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" earlier today. Interesting stuff.
In the second stanza of the poem, Shelley likens the chaos in the sky to a fierce Maenad.

Maenad. Maenad. I've heard that somewhere before.

Ah, yes. Maenads were the worshippers of Dionysus, the Greek God of wine and parties. The wikipedia page on them gives a detailed description, but meh, whatever. I'll break it down for ya.
Maenads were basically frenzied female hardcore ravers tripping on super-strong hallucinogens.


There.

The picture of a Maenad on wikipedia looks familiar.

So i thought and i thought and i thought, and i finally came to the conclusion that:
Maenads look like Disco Stu from The Simpsons.

Gravity-Yoko Kanno.

"Been a long road to follow
Been there and gone tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday
Are the memories I hold still valid?
Or have the tears deluded them?

Maybe this time tomorrow
The rain will cease to follow
And the mist will fade into one more today
Something somewhere out there keeps calling...

Am I going home?
Will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
Zero gravity, what's it like?

Am I alone?

Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet?
Still the road keeps on telling me to go on
Something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all."

I was listening to this song a while ago. It moved me to tears.

Of late, I don't know what to believe in anymore. My faith is being aggressively tested, to say the least.

Suddenly I'm feeling the gravity of it all.

This is what my occasional commute by bus looks like.

I travel by bus quite often. I prefer it to travelling in a school van crammed with halfwit juniors. Who wouldn't?
On a whim, i decided to chronicle the entire 45-minute commute on my phone. Excerpts for you stalking bastards that follow me :

16:45, Wed 03-08-2011
I am making my way to the bus stop as i type. Auto guy stopped like, 500 km away. Cheap bugger can't give change. *muttermuttergrumblerhubarb*
Bus stop looks unusually empty. Huh.

16:50.
No bus.

16:55.
No bus. Something smells fishy. In the literal sense as well. Must be the sewage behind the stop.

17:00, Wed 03-08-2011
Red bus after red bus after red bus has gone by, not a single one of them going remotely close to my destination. Such is my luck on Wednesdays.

17:05.
I have been waiting at the bus stop for what seems like an eternity now. Where the hell is that bus? I'll be 60 before it finally arrives.

17:06
Bus arrives. There is a God!

17:06:42s.
Bus is packed. As usual, the only empty seat is next to the weird old guy with the hairy knuckles.
Somebody up there really hates me.

17:10.
Some music is in order. *Flips out Walkman, puts headphones on like a boss*
I love you, Walkman.
Now Playing: J'y Suis Jamais Alle- Yann Tiersen.

17:30.
Half the journey's done. I'm bored. La di da.
This lady just got into the bus. She's wearing a churidar made from some really trippy, funky, 60s wallpaper type dress material. My eyes hurt.

17:50.
I take my leave now. My stop approaches. Kthxbai.