Simply Felicious

Listening to: The Scissor Sisters - Don’t Feel Like Dancing

It’s almost noon and I’m leaving for home tomorrow and I haven’t even started packing! Finally dragged myself out of bed and decided to Take Charge and Get On Wit It and damn-bloody-well PACK and… I’m blogging.

Nice.

Caught myself wondering why the Scissor SISTERS sound like men!

Here’s what a healthy curiosity and Wikipedia got me:

"Scissor Sisters are an American band who formed in 2001, whose style draws from disco, glam-rock/pop and the gay-club scene of NYC. The group was named after a sex position between two women (tribadism) and their initial full name was ‘Dead Lesbian and the Fibrillating Scissor Sisters’."

There are four guys and a girl all dressed not unlike the dudes from YMCA. Ohkay, that explains way more than I needed to know.

Which brings me to (well, not really) how the hell did I accumulate so much shit in my room? I have stuff EVERYWHERE and trying to defrost my fridge is like a North Pole expedition - I had a glacier in my freezer. I washed my bathroom yesterday - the most of exercise I’ve done in a month since the exams started - and woke up with what felt like a boulder lodged in every crevice of my muscles.

Oh well…at least all that’s left to do is pack (faints) and vacuum.

My friends took me out for dinner the other night to celebrate my birthday. They gave me the most gorgeous clutch. Seems to be a favourite gift from most people…I highly encourage it, bags are practically my life.

Also got the latest Stephen King from Aruna and a chain with a key from Dorothy. I almost cried at dinner, I never got a chance to celebrate my birthday with them because I’m always home for my birthdays and so the surprise was beautiful. These girls practically buffered me through the worst year I’ve had in terms of assignments and the workload and ahem one scare in particular (note: Kiki)…so I know next year’s gonna be Shit but if I have them, I think it’s gonna be okay. Nothing like a great support network when you feel like you’re about to fall through the cracks. *death trap hug*

The exams were horrendous but…over. And now, I’m less than a day away from getting on the plane and going home. This is the moment I wait for the minute I get off the plane in Australia. Granted, I have the time of my life here but home is home. And I am blessed enough to be able to enjoy the best of both worlds.

So I’m gonna miss my girls and my hostel mates (TinKel in particular *bear hug*) but they’ll hold down the fort for me while I’m gone.

Here’s to Charades galore, the Christmas of a lifetime and the greatest time of the year. I can’t wait to see my family again, my sayang, my friends…I have to admit there is a touch of … something - I can’t put my finger on it. Nervousness, I suppose, of going home and losing my independence and becoming my parent’s daughter again (and I don’t mean in the biological sense). But I suppose therein lies my greatest blessing - that I may go anywhere and become anything in the  world but I remain forever my parent’s daughter.

On that note, I suppose it’s time to go pack.

P.S. Who is the Blower’s Daughter that Damien Rice sings about? Go find out if you want to know…it’s beautiful and totally puts the song into perspective. Thanks to Benjamin Hammond..

AND GO WATCH THE PRESTIGE!

Till I write to you from Malaysia, I bid you adieu.

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