Simply Felicious

Listening to: Drown in My Own Tears - Ray Charles (OST Ray)

Currently Reading: Salem Falls - Jodi Picoult

It is nine days to the start of my finals; a thought that is, at this moment in time, still foreign to me. Having been heaped with work since the word go, the thought that we might actually be coming to the end of the semester is still a shock to me.

My prac exam was merde; pardon my french. Everything that could go wrong, did. But by the grace of God, calmness, that has never been my forte, pretty much kept me from ending up like a pile of bawling mess in a foetal position. I was upright the whole way through and walked out alive; God is good - I, obviously, was not good enought. BUT it’s over and that’s all that matters.

I need to get over this state of temporal procastination that I have found myself in and get unto work - -does ANYONE else find themselves dragging their feet the closer you get to an exam? It truly doesn’t make sense as, in theory, the fear should be jolting you towards your desk rather than away from it and towards future episodes of the OC, Prison Break and Smallville.

Either that or I’ve been doing stupid Blogthings which tell me useless things like

You Are Pistachio Ice Cream

Funky. Surprising. Wild.

Which doesn’t make sense since

1. I don’t like Pistachio (ice-cream or otherwise)
2. I am not funky,
3. surprising,
4. Or wild.

But if you want to find out, here’s where you can go.

I also found out that

You Should Be With a Water Sign!

Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationship And while most guys can’t open up enough for you, a Water Sign can Not that you’re whole relationship will be soul gazing A Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others.

Which would be a problem if it were true since Barath is a fire sign! Lol

So yeah, it’s 3 pm on a Saturday afternoon and so far I have washed my hair, gone grocery shopping (well, chocolate shopping), started a book, spoke on the phone to the whole para familia, finished my grapes and started this entry all the while entertaining the thought of sitting down to Jack Da Silva’s notes. Which, mind you, if the guy wasn’t hot, would make it that much harder to forgive his notes. Damn Evolutionary Genetics, there’s way too much math for me to contend with. Plus the weather is all gloomy, beautiful for curling up in bed in pajamas, which I am gloriously still in. Sigh, torn in two I am.

So before I go into a chocolate-induced coma maybe I will go lie on my bean bag with my new book and see what happens, goodness knows I’m not going to get any study done now. And I should go before I get addicted to finding out Who my Celebrity Boob Twin is and Which Sex and the City Vixen I am.

Listening to : Blue Moon - Rod Stewart feat. Eric Clapton

Currently Reading: Perfect Match - Jodi Picoult

Happy Deepavali gang!! Second year in a row and I am not home to revel in the festivities. All that briyani rice and chicken kurma and mutton curry and murukku… all left untouched because I am here, in the Land of Men who believes that  the best chilli is sweet chilli - HELLO? True chilli is NOT sweet ok??? They put sweet chilli with everything here - chips, dips even…Philadelphia cream cheese. Yes, gross no?

Not only that but Hari Raya is also next week!!! So I’m missing the double whammy!!! All that ayam masak merah (Dayana, I oso want okay?) and satay and ketupat and rendang..haihhhh.. all left untouched because I am here in the Land of Men enthralled with peanut satay sauce which is also, three guesses, sweet. In the Land of Men where Malaysians and Singaporean businessmen who have settled down here have decided to prosper on Malaysian students’ cravings for satay by selling 3 sticks for $5 AUD. OMG *faints* That’s around RM15 for 3 sticks when in reality for that much you can buy enough satay to feed an entire Gombak neighbourhood and have enough left over for next Raya. Preposterous, oui?

The only thing that cheers me up a bit is the fact that Chinatown still sells real chilli - the type that makes your eyes water. And the fact that I always have enough Tobasco sauce stocked up. Oh, and that I will be home for Christmas =D

The past two years my family has not had the opportunity to celebrate it properly because we were mourning the death of my paternal grandmother in 2004 and my maternal great-gran in 2005. After the year we’ve all had, I am truly looking forward to Christmas and hopefully the whole shebang; christmas tree, cookies, shopping for gifts and clothes, carolling and house visits sharing the joy of the birth of Christ. And accompanying all of that, let us not forget the food, Food, FOOD glorious food. *chorus joins in*

Josh & Bry– we are so jamming okay? And I really wanna meet up with everyone this year, next year is gonna be the shits for me in uni and I wanna cram in as much fun as I can this year. Maybe see if the rents will bum us a trip to Penang — where the food is even more glorious — as I have heard from Juli and Kel. Oh and LOTS and LOTS of charades hahahah…I am going mad with delirium. And…oddly enough, I’m quite hungry as well.

And now I have the pleasure of getting back to my Immunology notes..weee~

-_-

On this note, to all my friends who celebrate both Deepavali & Hari Raya — hope you guys have a good one and God bless…adieu

P.S. Save me a satay stick, I’ll be home soon =)

P.S.2 - Gan, chin up — we love you!!!

Listening to: Good Enough - Sarah McLachlan

I had this random thought today. If I wasn’t in uni doing some super hard degree in Biomed, what would I be doing?

Don’t laugh but I’d love to be one of those brooding artistic types that are passionate and emotional about their music. Carry my guitar around with me, dress to make a statement e.g. lots of funky clothing, jingly bangles, a cropped bob and maybe like a really cool tattoo on some equally cool discreet area.

Scribble music on napkins in dinner joints and hum potential melody on trains; perform in those smoky jazzy night clubs with the dimmed lights, let people hear "my babies" i.e. my heart and soul on paper and my voice as my instrument. Live and accoustic, just a woman and her audience.

Like Sarah McLachlan, now that’s a muse — how real is her music, how unpretentious? None of this, celebrity breakup/shotgun wedding/live sex tape type charades all for a publicity stunt and a promo opportunity. No sudden shedding of vast amounts of clothing, immense exposure of cleavage and/or sudden drop of weight and subsequent public admittance to some form of an eating disorder.

Honestly, the theatrics surrounding these people and their inane materialism and lack of depth would be funny if it wasn’t so disgusting. In the end, what you actually get are musicians playing magicians using the oldest trick in the book - sleight of hand. If they can distract you from what they deign to call "music" by the trashy video clips and the bling and the male models, then people begin to focus on who’s wearing Vera Wang and Jimmy Choos and consequently forget to pay attention to the one thing they’re supposedly marketing i.e. their music.

Which is why people like Britney Spears have never attempted an accoustic unplugged show, because (and I’m guessing here) if it were minus the snakes and the lack of clothing and the loud remixed music, all that would be left would be her voice =S Yeah, I know, I’d rather get my tooth extracted, Then again, she’s much too busy making babies with her slacker hubbie soon to be the new revolutionary face of hip hop , Kevin Federline a.k.a K-Fed (his thug name, I’m guessing). *shrugs*

And don’t even get me started on Paris Hilton.

You know what, I don’t mind the pyrotechnics and the constant stripping if it also meant that they were serious about their music and it was not just a big ploy to rake in some cash wherever they can and hook about a thousand young kids at the same time to the cheap attraction of fame and "beauty". I don’t want your definition of beauty if it means throwing up after eating, smoking my lungs to death, killing my liver with alcohol, wearing the barest minimum and compromising my ideals and beliefs. I’ll stick to my cheap shoes, my extra weight, my dignity and my happiness

And don’t you dare tell me that’s not cool.

Listening to: Daughters - John Mayer

Currently Reading: Peacocks Dancing - Sharon Maas

Tonight I bid goodbye to my free time and my social life. This is going to be my last free Friday night until after the exams. *faints at the thought*

Plus I bid goodbye to my Harry Potter look alike tutor…Apparently Harry got himself a buzz cut over the holidays and decided to go all ‘Prison Break’. Which would not have been a problem except that not everyone looks like a Michael Scofield and can actually pull off that intense,smouldering ‘I-am-so-hot-I-could-melt-diamonds-on-my-bod’ Wentworth Miller thing.

Observe. 

Michael Scofield (played by WM) is not the same as

Harry Potter.

And my tutor was Harry Potter with the gorgeous wavy hair. Now he just looks like…an Azkaban runway.

Speaking of which…

We had to go to the Engineering building this week for a poster assignment. Being a science geek, I had never ventured too far awar from the molecular life sciences area on campus; I live in a world of labs, make bad science jokes and worse…hang out with people who not only understand them, they actually laugh along too (most of the time, I mean, it’s me after all and people have their limits).

I’ve been following Prison Break almost like a religious mania (and if you have watched PB you will know what I’m talking about i.e. Wentworth ‘insert scream here’ Miller) and the whole structural engineer that Went (oh so WORTH it) plays, started giving me ideas about how the engineering students would look. Dang, maybe all this while, I’d been in the wrong stream!

What I imagined: Hot younger very single Wentworth Millers walking around with blueprints (yes, even now, I am shaking my head as I write this), wearing slacks and shirts, looking all suave and confident and smart. *beams*

What I saw: Not even lukewarm, maybe young, definitely geeky guys walking around with bed hair and with shorts pulled up so high as to give new definitions of the word ‘waist’. NO blueprints, just lots of glasses, pale legs and pen-protectors.

But you had to give it to them; the brain power in that department was so overwhelming it was almost tangible.

And I suppose this was probably the School where all the students started off looking like Bill Gates and then walked off with their degrees and started earning like Bill Gates. Which is where the nice blue suits and slacks (and blueprints) would start to come from…I’m guessing. :-S

So maybe I judged a couple hundred tattered, spindly books by its cover, all of which might very likely go on to becoming hard-cover and leather bound. Then again, it’s the brains that get me everytime. And I have to say, the computer software engineering dudes do it for me too (hint,hint) You know who I’m talking about, yes you. =D

I, of all people, know that first impressions can be very misleading. And that people grow and that with age, we mature. Most of us anyway. =) And the person we conceive to be the bitchiest chick in the universe may turn out to be your best friend. The same person you trusted with your life may turn out to be the one to stab you in the back. First impressions are misleading, facades that hide the true inner depth of an individual.

When I was walking on the street the other day I saw a guy stumbling and bumping into people while he maneuvered his way down the street while on his phone. How rude, was what I was about to think when I heard him say to the person on the phone, "So I visited the oncologist today."

And I caught myself short.

Life is short; it shouldn’t be spent making snap judgements. So bring on them engineering guys. =D (kidding, Barath…)

This one is for Melissa who didn’t know what a Toboggan pose was. (which apparently I am)

Okay, so I was pleased when I saw this because, HEY, this is me in a one liner okay, I’m frantic when unfed - enuff said. However, me being me, I redid the test tonight just to see if it was reeeeally accurate and not one of those randomly generated machine answers depending on when you did the test.

Turns out it was because, not 24 hours later, this is apparently, how I now sleep.

Colon Traits and Tendencies: The Colon is the chosen pose of individuals who, on their own, seem awkward or remote. They may be the sort who responds to telephone messages with email, or spends their lunchtimes quietly pedometer-walking in lieu of socializing with coworkers. But when a Colonist finds its mate, together they acquire a grace and ease that surprises friends and family.

Comfort Zone: The Colon is one of the Sea Sleeper poses. Other Sea poses you might try: The Ticket Puncher and Sixth Posture of the Perfumed Forest.

A Note About Coping: Since Colonists rely so heavily on their partners to give them context and spark, the times when business or family obligations take one of them away from home can leave both sleepers demoralized. To temporarily fill the void, swap in a large, carnival-sized stuffed animal, making sure to keep candles, space heaters, or other combustibles well away from the bedside.

Gee thanks, so now I’m awkward and remote? From ‘always being the one to step in front of their peers’ not one day later I am now at a high risk of setting my bed on fire i.e. high pyromania tendencies? I dun think so!!

So dudes, if you think the test is so not you chances are, it most probably isn’t. Because I know I feel Toboggan-ish but now, I’ll never know…sigh

I know, it’s all my fault. If anything I have high kiasu tendencies..had to go to that test again…doh

So if you’re curious…find your own pose!

And pls for my sake and your own sanity, do it once.

muackks

P.S. Kel, sorry for making you wait and for the instant aging…