for the past few nights, i've been lying on my trusty old couch at night, just wondering how it is we fall asleep. i usually leave winamp on and i'm usually out like a light in the middle of the first song [throughout the night i get dreams that are somehow connected to the songs i hear], but what makes me actually lay down and turn off? if you think about it while staring at the ceiling, it's quite amusing. you just wait for that moment to arrive. i'm scared of the dark. i can't sleep without some sort of illumination somewhere. if there was a total blackout in the neighbourhood, i'd either take the car and go up or get on the phone. yes, i'm 19, but that doesn't make me a man, like how some people would say.

i've just watched the ring...not the japanese one, the one with naomi watts. i saw most of it yesterday afternoon, and the rest of it just now after breakfast. notice how i refuse to watch it at night. i know it basically works better, but then again, i don't want it to work better. it scared the bejeezus out of me. i haven't seen the original, which was meant to provide scathing social commentary and whathavenot, but this remake does its job and actually scares. it's pacing is excellent, there's this ominous hue throughout the whole movie, and it's just...freakish. and the best thing was, no matter how scared i was, i still wanted to actually see more of it. though it does somehow become a tad bit cliched, and though the ending is arguably weak for me, i guess that there really isn't anything that they could've done. all i can say is, it should've ended with a [somewhat] happy ending. oh, well.

freaky. very freaky.

well, now it's a bit past 10 in the morning and the birds are chirping. the sun's shining hard, which would probably lead to some convectional rainfall later in the afternoon. yes, i'm your weatherman. it pays to have taken geography for two years.

ciao.