Brick

Listening to: Apologise – One Republic
“I loved you with a fire red, now it’s turning blue.”

You know you’ve run into troubles when your own notes look like this and you have still have no idea what they’re saying.

Although it could be possible that the reason I don’t know what I’m saying is because they look like this.  

Click to enlarge.
Trust me.

Also I found the following a tad interesting:

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These are terms people used to find your blog.

Search Engine Terms:
Yesterday

Search   (Views)         

Bryan Greenberg  (3)                                          
Milo Ventimiglia   (1)                                               
Milo Ventimiglia girlfriend (1)                               
I am the highway interpretation  (1)          
clive owen butt  (1)                                                
chris cornell i am not your autumn  (1)

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Yeah! Second item from the bottom drew my attention first!
Looks like there’s another ass woman/man out there.

Throes

Listening to: Brooke Frasier – Waste Another Day             “I’ll shout aloud what I’m feeling.” Adelaide Four Day Forecast Tuesday

Possible shower

High: 22

Low: 10

WHAT happened to the summer?
*cries,  beats the floor and returns to riboswitches*

Peddle

Listening to: Bob Marley - No Woman No Cry
                   “Everything is gonna be alright.”

How come everytime I hear this song I wanna break out the coconuts and grab a guitar and sing like I haven’t sung before?

I sometimes wonder whether it’s just a hobby, like is it more than just me messing about with some lyrics and peddling a tune? Because truly, writing is not the only thing I do when when I need to emote my feelings.

Sometimes, it’s a feeling that starts from way down in the pit of my stomach, like it’s yearning to come out and I can’t hold it back. Of course, here everytime I sing in my room, someone always hears me and then asks me about it the next day when everyone is at dinner.

And then it’s all embarassing because it makes me look like The Geek Who Won’t Stop Singing – which I am but you don’t need to be called that in front of your housemates It’s not a good rep, or so I’ve heard.

Anyway that’s one of the reasons I can’t wait to be back home! My parents are so used to hearing me catterwauling in the shower and they know the minute I’m awake and they don’t even ask me about it anymore.

And my bro and I can start jamming again! – damn I really need to get it all out of my system!

I should have stuck to my piano lessons, I went for one measly lesson when I was like seven and learned how to play Mary Had A Little Lamb with one hand and then I stopped because I couldn’t relate to it – to me at the time, it was just a bunch of black and white keys.

However it makes me wonder now if I could pick it up again, the kind of things I could do while messing about with it. I wouldn’t have to keep bugging my brother all the time, whom I love to death for putting up with me and my whining, “Please get the tabs for this song, Joshie!!!!!!!!!”

Shit, there’s so much I want to do with my life and so much I still have left to learn. It’s only now that I’m beginning to realise that if you don’t do something you’ll always wonder ‘what if’. And then that just puts you at the losing end of the stick.

If there’s anything I could say to my kids, it would be to trust in God and to trust in themselves and therefore to never let an opportunity go just because they were too lazy or too afraid to pursue it. If you feel for something strongly and you have nothing to lose, why not go for it ei?

Take this for instance. If I didn’t come here to study, I would never have experienced the Best Three Years of My Life.

Without a single fecking doubt.

Okay my babies, thanks for all your attention. Barath has mentioned to me that he seldom finishes reading the really long posts (ballsy, but you gotta hand it to him) and for awhile I began to censor myself but then I figured that the main point of my blog wasn’t to write for an audience but to write honestly.

And even if that meant going on for a book and a half, I just will and if people managed to follow me then kudos to you because if I began editing myself, I wouldn’t be honest to myself anymore and where’s the sense in that?

Yes. Because I do make sense sometimes
It’s rare but when you catch it you’ll know what I mean l

Right time to hit the books. I’ve been a particularly good girl today, I only Facebooked once.

Felicia is…

Listening to: La Pared - Shakira
         “Después de ti la pared, no me faltes nunca.”

Due to my recent acquisition of Facebook (yeah okay I succumbed, are you happy now?) I find that almost all of my thoughts start with the prefix ‘Felicia is…’. Which is stupid I know, but really does anyone else have the same problem? I CAN’T SEEM TO STOP THINKING LIKE THIS!

This must be hazardous.

Because now all I can seem to think is

Felicia is…

… highly annoyed and at the same time oddly excited about her FB addiction.
… resolved to not let the exams kick her butt and hand it to her.
… feeling herself going into hyperdrive.
… upset that Daniel Mifsud is not on Idol anymore.
… clear – for the first time in a long time.
… going to Melbourne no matter what.
… slightly overwhelmed by how much there is to cover in 15 days.
… confident she needs to ban herself from FB until the exams are over
… confident that is never going to happen.
… full.

Ok man. This is sad.

Felicia is going now.

Zygote

Listening to: Oasis – Wonderwall
“And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead the way are blinding.”

Biology 101.
Fertilisation: The process by which a male sperm fertilises a female egg to create a zygote.

When I was doing some research for my lab report which involved a detailed write up of chicken sperm (yeah I know), this is what I came across in Wikipedia:

Female sperm

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Female sperm is the theoretical concept of a process in which partly developed sperm cells, otherwise known as “spermatogonial” stem cells, would be created from a female’s bone marrow stem cells. Scientists from the University of Newcastle-upon-Tyne led by biologist Karim Nayernia discovered a method of creating partly developed sperm cells, otherwise known as “spermatogonial” stem cells, from the bone marrow of both sexes. If created, a “female sperm” cell could fertilize an egg cell, a procedure which, among other potential applications, might enable female same-sex couples to produce a child which would be the biological offspring of its two mothers.

Roadie

Listening to: Jewel 
       ”What would I say if I had you on the line?”

VIVA went okay thank God. Thanks for all your good wishes guys.

I managed to get through some of the harder questions and drew a blank at what I later realised was probably the simplest question they asked me throughout the entire thing. Typical.

Isn’t it so weird that you can come up with the most excellent comebacks when you’re uselessly lying in bed or standing in line at the cashier waiting for your turn to pay hours later, when before all you managed before was a sputter and a never ending ‘errmmmmmm?’ at the time? Yes the human mind amazes me.

Speaking of the cashier. I was day dreaming the other day at the cashier waiting for my turn and this woman sureptitiously managed to cut in line and began unloading her things unto the conveyor belt thing.

I watched her from my peripheral vision because I thought she was married to the guy standing in front of me and was just adding things to his shopping when.. I saw her look right at me, notice me dreaming, and continued placing Cadbury bar after Cadbury bar (yeah!) unto the belt. Then, she smoothly, stepped in line in front of me, paid for her stuff and left without so much as a look over her shoulder.

Oi lady, rude much?
Needless to say, there are not enough italics in the world to express my indignation.

So anyway, I digress. VIVA is over and that’s all the counts. Now all that’s left to do is to (write) and hand up my 4000 word report on Monday, get through my finals, (die) and then that will be it.

I need to find a part time job doing something over the two months break before graduation else I won’t have any money left over if I decide to go to Melbourne over the holidays and go see My Chemical Romance - I haven’t gone shopping in so LONG it’s not even funny anymore!

Sadly my dream job spaces are all either filled up or not available – nobody is looking for people to house sit their beach condo or for roadies to join the Aerosmith crew; I don’t think anybody would be quite willing to pay me to spy on WWM – which I would almost do for free.

But I’ll keep a look out. I’ve never actually worked in retail - my entire working experience have entailed teaching, tutoring and working as a documentator for an asian-pacific regional conference – which was the best fun I’ve ever had.

Plus, I learned a whole host of things you wouldn’t in retail. For example,  I learned that small children can pick up any kind of flu, real or imagined. The naughtiest ones can be the most adorable if you’ve learned to manage their handle.

I learned how it never helps to lose your temper when your nagging boss is berating you, so you wait it out and then go exchange gossip and words of comfort with your workmates after. I had to teach myself to use a laptop touch pad (this was aaaages ago by the way and all I’d used was a mouse) when I was documentator – that was the only time my extra special ability to pick up what other people were saying came into good use and translated itself into words on screen.

Why extra special? For those who know me well enough to have had something you say be unbelievably misinterpreted by me, I have an uncanny ability of not being able to hear properly when something is said to me directly, but am able to pick up the most random snippets of conversation from other people. It’s quite unnerving and is a result of years of suffering with sinusitis. Haha, but it comes in handy occasionally

For example I once heard this lady on the phone, standing behind me while waiting to get on a bus say this, “Look, I’m not mad that you don’t want to be with me, I think it’s awesome that you’re so honest with me and..what, yes..of course we can still be friends. I would love that.” It was all I could do not to turn around and hug her for her dignity.

If you sit by and watch, you realise that real life is what passes you by.

Adios amigas – I’m off to tackle my essay.
Arrghh!
3 hours to Heroes!

Viva

Listening to: Otis Redding – Try A Little Tenderness
“You’ve got to hold her, don’t squeeze her, never leave her.“

What is VIVA?
(courtesy of Wikipedia, everybody’s favourite, but apparently occasionally unreliable, source of information)

- Viva is an Indian Band that formed after a nationwide competition held by Channel V sometime in 2002. Five girls won the contest and they formed the initial band.

- Viva!, or Vegetarians’ International Voice for Animals, founded by Juliet Gellatley in 1995, is a UK-based vegetarian and vegan campaigning charity along with an animal-rights based organization which promotes vegetarianism and veganism

- Viva is a bus rapid transit network in York Region, Ontario, Canada, with connections to northern Toronto and Toronto Transit Commission subway stations

- An oral examination typically for practical assessments.

Too bad in my case, its neither the Indian band, the vegans or the Canadian transport system.

Look, if I have to shed tears over this damn practical exam, then I better not tank it.

3600

Listening to:  I’ll See It Through – Texas
                                  “You’re all I ever wanted.”

You. Yes you.
Would you mind giving me just an hour of your time?

Come the 28th of October, daylight savings begins (or ends I’m never sure which) in the remaining parts of Australia and all clocks will move forward an hour. This means I will lose 1 entire hour of study when I am closest to my finals.

1 hour is a lot – for example, my dad taught me how to tie a tie in an hour. One hour is how long it took for me to figure out how to work the Listerine childproof cap on my bottle of mouthwash. One hour is how long it takes for me to negotiate with my alarm clock in the morning. One hour (and a very skinned knee later) is how long it took for me to realise I may never learn to ride a bike again. Then again they say you never forget, but that’s another story for another time.

One hour – you can do a lot in that time. And especially when I will be fighting constantly with time to memorise which genes are involved in Huntington’s Disease or the immunopathology of parasitism – one hour is something I will sorely need.

So, maybe I should quit writing this post and go get a head start.

Meanwhile, consider donating to Felicia’s Fight The Time Fund.
Even if ten people donates 6 minutes, I will have one hour.

Thank you for your kind generosity.

Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin to all my Muslim friends. Every donation gets you a free erm, pulut

TheList

Okay. You know the List.
Of course you do.

We’ve all been talking about it and after much deliberation, because as we all know, if these things ever eventuate we would need to to be ready, the top 5 celebrities who would be on Felicia’s list are:

Wentworth Miller
I know, I know, once in a heatstroke of some sort I once mentioned I wouldn’t choose him because I was totally infatuated with him and couldn’t be trusted to make an unbiased opinion but let’s be serious here – that is what it’s all about . I mean. Look. At. Him.

Christian Bale
Everytime I see him on screen, he lights it up – my favourite Batman to date (EW.com)

Milo Ventimiglia
What else can I say? I think this man has mad talent – as the dimension of his character on Heroes grew, so did my interest in him. And his new look on Heroes 2 – phenomenal.

Jason Bourne
Not to be confused with Matt Damon .
Why Bourne? Have you ever watched the Bourne trilogy?

Bryan Greenberg
When he starred in Prime, I was sooo jealous of Uma Thurman and not just because of the obvious.

Other people screeching in behind them are John Mayer (because I Can’t Trust Myself With Loving You), Clive Owen (Closer) and Ryan Starr (from Rockstar: Supernova – sexy ass with mad talent). Following them – Jared Padalacki and Channing Tatum.

Right. So there you have it – a prisoner, superhero, athlete, hitman and erm.. romancer of the elderly (no offense to the very hot Uma)

All images courtesy of Google images.
I need to get me some chocolate now.

Hit(wo)man

Listening to : Crazy – The Kooks (thanks Noonie)
“My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb”

Things I shouldn’t be doing when I’m supposed to be busy:

1. Generating my Hitman name which is apparently:

Sneaky Pete

People Iced:	Twenty Four
Eyes Gouged:	Seventeen
Biggest Enemy:	Bloody Benny
Arms Broken:	One
Favorite Weapon:	Rusty Fork
Favorite Killing Spot:	The Kitchen
Tongues Cut Off:	Eighteen
Car Bombs Planted:	Thirty Nine

2. My Ideal Cocktail

Main Ingredient:

wicked

1 Part:	Fascinating
A Hint Of:	Disagreeable
2 Parts:	Mean

AND

3. My (Supposed) Doom:

Your Killer:

your boyfriend

When:	After Brunch
What:	A Pencil
Where:	At the beach
Why:	No Particular Reason

Maybe he killed me before my alter ego Sneaky Pete could kill him in the kitchen with her rusty fork. Explaining the brunch part.

If I had a ‘rofl’ emoticon, it’d be right here. You guys can play too by clicking on the highlighted links to find out how you “die.”

So that I’m not the only one procastinating.
Pretty please.

Entertainment nowadays is so wholesome, dontcha’ think?