Simply Felicious

Listening to: Like A Virgin - a horrendous rendition by someone trying out for American Idol
Currently Reading: The 13th Commandment - Jeffrey Archer

I’ve realised lately that communication is the key to a lot of things. Nothing can be accomplished by shouting matches and/or keeping grudges. Miscommunication can mess up a whole lot of things which partly explains why we met so many rude people on a particular trip to Genting (ahem Mr. Bus Driver and fellow casino goers). Tell me what can you accomplish by yelling? Even in a traffic jam, countless Malaysian drivers are fond of leaning on their horns. WHY? How does honking help the situation? Does it mysteriously alert the invisible traffic police? (invisible because none of them, at least visibly, seem to show up eventually)

I know this entry may seem oddly overdue but something needed to be said about mis/communication.

Moving on, Blastoff 3 Stage 4 was really cool. However when you find yourself standing at the back of the crowd and all you can see are the shiny ornaments on the stage and none of the musicians themselves, you find yourself wishing for an extra foot of height. A downside to being a foot or two shorter than the rest of the audience also meant that I got rancid sniffs of an armpit or five everytime it was pumped in the air in celebration of a good performance - or as I soon found out - pretty much anything; good vocals, or good bass playing, good comments from the judges, nice hats…Don’t get me wrong I am all for being hyped up during a good show but PLEASE deodorise!

Forgive me if it seemed that I did not have a good time, I did actually, have
a wonderful time despite the ant view and non-deodorisers. I had a great view of the backstage musicians and they were totally more interesting backstage than they were onstage. And of course, I could hear everything that went on which is the whole point anyway =) But most of all I was there with friends - which makes everything a lot more worthwhile And I think my t-shirt made it on TV =D

So there you go. And the male host (I forget his name) is SO short in person.

=)

Good luck to Shimano (esp Andrew) & Aunty Mable’s…

& Ghetto Republic & Full Throttle…

& Tricky Tongue, I like the curly haired (non Joshua looking) dude ;P

Pics will be up soon; pls pray for my PC - it’s acting up.

20 days to go…mwah!!

Thaipusam valthugal to everyone celebrating it today…adios.

Listening to: King of Sorrow - Sade

Sade rawks.

Want a cure for PMS? Compile a list of your favourite most-hated celebrity characters, google them and scroll to enjoy. Here is one character that I abhore:

David Caruso who plays Horatio Crane the smart-ass one-liner detective from CSI:Miami. Seriously, this guy wears his sunglasses and stands at an angle while he delivers the stupidest one-liners you’ve EVER heard! Some of them include:
- "Sometimes you eat the ham and sometimes the ham eats you(!!!)"
- He often says to Alexx, his pathologist as he stands besides a corpse, "And what, do we have here?" D’OH it’s a dead person Sherlock!

OMG this man never fails to KILL ME, on a bad day I cannot sit through a whole episode of CSI: Miami mainly because of him. Don”t even get me started on the plots itself, their investigators discover distinct evidence that inevitably crack the case wide open by finding things that no other human person could possibly find. Example: last week, one of them found a contact lense, a clear opaque contact lense, ON THE MAT of a car involved in a crime scene! If you’re the kind of person who’s ever lost a contact lense you know better than anyone how hard it is to just randomly FIND ONE especially if it’s just lying on some random surface!

To sweeten things further, I found a YouTube link with seven minutes of Horatio’s famous one-liners. You HAVE to check this out, for a good laugh if nothing else. Note how he almost always puts on his sunglasses before he delivers the corny line and it cuts to the theme song.

The magic URL: David Caruso’s famous one-liners
Failing which, typing in ‘Caruso one-liners’ as keywords would give you the link. Highly recommendable especially if he annoys you as much as he does me. For the record, the original CSI kicks CSI:Miami’s ass but I know there are a few who would disagree =) You cannot deny the fact however that Grissom is WAY cooler.

Moving on.
And my most despised character of ALL TIME…..

Kristin Kreuk who plays the INCORRIGIBLE Lana Lang on Smallville. Anyone who knows me well enough knows how much I despise the sugar-coated fake damsel-in-distress character who is the love interest to Clark Kent, the teenage soon-to-be Superman in Smallville. It started of as jealousy, I mean, Tom Welling is a chunk of hunk and even in those dawg-awful checkered shirts of his, he looks awesome. And admittedly, a guy who can fly eventually takes the cake. But even as characters go, there is none that is as idolised for no reason as Lana is. 

She is obviously perfect in every physical way, in one season she even gets her own magical powers or whatever and she is inevitably the object of desire and admiration for almost every male adult and boy on the show (and sometimes female). However for someone so smart she never seems to realise that Clark materialises everywhere there seems to be danger - to her he’s just a guy who wants to get in her pants but refuses to share all his secrets with. HELLO? AND WHERE DOES HER PROBLEM LIE AGAIN??

Okay, I promised I wouldn’t get emotional.

Despite the fact that Lana always claims she wants to be able to take care of herself, Clark inevitably always ends up saving her and when he’s all Superman-like throwing people against walls with superhuman strength and setting them on fire with his eyes or whatever, she is always knocked out. HELLO - most people would be dead with the amount of concussions she has had. But no, she lives to go on taunting Clark with her perfect beauty and charm - or whatever.

I think my annoyance with her character lies mostly in Clark’s stupidity. Chloe, the faithful sidekick who protects Clark’s secret and is obviously besotted with him but always gets pushed aside for Lana Lang who once proclaimed "she wouldn’t feel comfortable with an alien." Honestly Clark, for all your strength, it would help if you were less dense.

I read an essay that pretty much took all the words out my mouth and if you’re interested, go here. It’s basically in-depth but I just needed to rant. What are blogs for, ei?

Hope you’re feeling better Cheryl…check out the YouTube link, will make you feel loads better hehe.. and I apologise to all the people I spread my flu to, I honestly did not mean it.

Till I see you all again - this one is for Bryan who told me to be a good girl and ‘blog something’. =D

Adios.

Listening to: Let Me Blow Your Mind - Eve feat. Gewn Stefani
Currently Reading: The Brethren - Grisham

BEC had a barbeque today and yours truly (!!!) volunteered to help hoping for the menial task of serving water or something. They trusted me with barbequing the chicken!! I would have taken the fishballs or the mini fishcakes but the CHICKEN!! The chicken is like the It dish - the Prom Queen at the Homecoming Dance.  Whatever made them think I was capable of such skills is beyond me.. This is what I learnt by the end of that:

i.   Chicken takes aaaaaages to be properly barbequed.
ii.  The steam is so hot, it’s like a personalised face sauna
iii. You have to barbeque until ALL the blood is gone - if you are lazy, someone will  catch on.
iv.  My face must have lost a ton of weight while I was barbequing; then I gained it all back when I ate =D and then some…
v.  As I was sweating, I will not deny it if people complained (which they didn’t) that the chicken was extra salty. I worked so hard on that chicken and it was so hot that I literally shed sweat and tears.
vi. It turned out okay proving that I am not totally inept when it comes to meat and fire.

To a good friend (you know who you are), dreams don’t mean anything - they’re just manifestations of our imaginations and subconscious thoughts. If anything, they can be super funny.. I only knew I liked my current bf when I dreamed that I was his gf.. =) It’s a funny world and yes, I am that blur.

Meanwhile it’s 2:32 and I have to follow my gran to the tailor tomorrow. So far the chicken isn’t acting up and that’s good news for all concerned especially me =D Nite all..

Listening to: Black Horse and The Cherry Tree - KT Turnstall
Currently Reading: The Brethren - John Grisham

A new year is upon us and just like that 2006 is but another year gone by.

First joke of 2007:

We’re all sitting outside in Barath’s porch for a New Year do, midnight-ish and the mosquitoes are having a field day with us. James, kills one, drops it on table. Glances at Barath nervously.

Barath: Why la?

James: Can drop on the floor ah? (Barath’s a bit… buh-jiggity)

All: Loud laughter

Barath: Sure can la..what la..

Feli: Tengok tengok after you drop, quietly he’ll creep in with a small broom and penyodok and sweep the nyamuk up.

All: Louder laughter

Barath: (disagrees vehemently) WHERE GOT? I DON’T HAVE LA MINI BROOM ALL..

(few minutes elapse)

Bryan: OMG WHAT IS THAT?

(cue visual)

This was hanging on the gate. Zooming in:

I know this is self-explanatory but lo and behold I think this is, WAIT!, it IS a mini broom and attached dustpan!!!

All: Laughter that would not quit for the next ten minutes causing massive eruptions throughout the course of the evening.

(end)

Sorry Barath, I had to share this..we still love you but this is too good to pass up (hugs)

On other news I turned 21 in 2006. Being 21 I wear my symbolic key with pride - a constant reminder that having held out as long as I have I can finally claim all those adult privileges. Trust is hardest to earn and easiest to lose, I can only thank my parents who have deemed me worthy enough of their trust to give me my "freedom" (air quotes are courtesy of the limits awarded by that freedom). 

2007 is doubtless going to be one of the hardest of my life. I graduate at the end of this year but getting there is going to be another story. A looong hard frustrating one.

Gaining my "adulthood" at 21 also means that I am soon going to be In My Twenties and thus in a few years it will soon be time to talk about Settling Down and the M word. A word I abhore by the way..it will just remind me more of the fact that I am not ready to think about things like that when my only favourite M word is MTV and Monkey (a word which incidentally I use too much). Haih, I wish I can go back to when I was five and my biggest problem was…actually, at five, nothing much used to bug me. Then, my favourite M word was Milo..still is actually =)

Funny how we spend most of our lives waiting to grow up and when it finally comes down to it, all we wanna do is go back to the playground and get our hands muddy, get wet in the rain and get scolded by our grandmothers for taping over her favourite Tamil gospel songs with monologues about how much we liked chicken curry (ahem, Joshua).

Nonetheless, reality comes around knocking really hard sometimes and what else can we do but screw up our courage and answer. We’re all gonne have to eventually. Might as well enjoy it while we can. I’ll leave you with a few choice pics from my Xmas Boxing Day thingie.

Till then I bid you most humbly, adieu.