I would just like to demonstrate to you how moodswings work. Notice previous post and the lethargy that ensued the following day. Now see this huge grin on my face today, a product of a cute conversation with mother dearest (she was laughing at why I'm not matured and yet not at home in her arms) and today's outing with the boy (who kept making me see my strong points) where I finally got a planner and Boost juice yay!
Aaaannnd this: Ngahahahahaha. Now that demonstrates how much I look like her. Trust me when I say, my moodswings are also from her. Muahaha. But she's better now, that's for sure. :D Something about transsumthin meditation..hoho. Oh and I still wear that shirt to go out. It's comfy!
As you can see. I'm absolutely chipper. A far cry from the weekend's sobfest. But let's not celebrate too early yeah. Another thing about moodswings is that it'll flip back anyyytime..:D
Okay. My bowels are doing the fandango. And I'm watching Elle Woods. So Toodles!
Everyone's been asking me why I haven't blogged since early September. Maybe it's because the only things I'd rather share with everyone is how sucky honours is and how much I wish I could finish fast. But that would be boring and predictable wouldn't it?
Everything else I'd rather not share because it's too personal and laughter might be at hand when viewing those thoughts. Or sarcasm. Or a morbid desire to punch me in the gut.
But here I am, just telling the world that I'm still alive and kicking. Actually, my dad made me put this up. Don't ask me why. I couldn't care less if the rest of the world thought I disappeared.
Okla. If u want updates, here they are: I got to talk to n take pics with Reza Salleh. :D I've been gorging on Raya food and home cooked meals and now my jeans are UBER (ngeh ngeh) tight. The word 'family' keeps resonating in my head much to Hawa's chagrin. I'm in love.
Anyhoo. I'll end this with an 80s flashback. Come on, you know it's the real reason you want me to update kan? huh huh huh.
Just got back from one of those CMB seminars. Fini's supe gave a presentation on his work and his *ahem* wedding. :) I really like seeing the way he presents. Not at all dull. Everything he said sounded so appealing. The research group he was with, the promising projects they were working on, the simple experiments he conducted and all that traveling and fresh new atmosphere. Not to mention that I find the science interesting. Yes, I'm still a science geek after all.
That's just it. It always sounds so appealing on paper, in pictures, through spoken words. In truth, when you get down to the nitty gritty of things, when you're in between everything, the glimmer fades.
I've always been amused with a researcher's life. Spotting my supe's sports car and counting the amount of countries they've visited (whether for work or play) made me hold on to the notion of better things to come. But of course, I managed to be disillusioned by all the fabulous things and miss all the hard work and all that brain picking. It's much like wanting to be a pop star and having their wealth without actually having much talent or willingness to put up with training. And seriously, just because you take voice lessons doesn't make you Whitney Houston.
What's the conclusion here. I don't know. Make it up yourself. It's either: A) you need hard work to get what you want in life. B) don't be conned by the highs of a certain career if you're not willing to put up with the lows. C) find and choose something you'd WANT to put up with, highs AND lows. D) you will never be Whitney Houston. EVER.
Ahaaa! another flashback! Please don't follow the advice of Ms Houston. If you understand the lyrics that is. If you're just taking the words from the chorus then fine. Go ahead. Your partner would cair most definitely.
The past 2 weeks have been madness. I've failed at doing my experiments simultaneously with my social life. Social la sangat.
There was Tong where I danced to Wondergirls. It was embarrassing but we all know how much I LOVE making an ass out myself.
There was NCG where I had to help Mo with registration. I was SO tired that night I slept for around 13 hours. At least I got to indulge in some eye candy. :P
Then there was WLDU. I didn't help out much here. Just a lil bit here and there. It was pretty awesome. Then we went to watch Flop Poppy busk on George Street till the wee hours of the morning.
It is clear that I've neglected my project. But my chitin beads aren't here yet. But I suppose I SHOULD do ze practise thesis now. Ah crud. Okay. Since there's nothing else on after this, I SHOULD be able to concentrate now. Yes. I think I'll do that.
Here's a couple of 80s hits for you:
This song makes me guilty as hell because it has the word Diane in it. :B
Adoi. Sakit perut gelak watching this okay? Hahahahaha. So cute and semangat! :D I can't believe how ayu he is! :P He's improved in this one:
And I have the bestest, most supportive friends ever. Llama I love you SO much. Thank you for those sweet words. And Congrats to Fatin for getting Four Flat! :D
I had to turn down an invitation to Bowral this weekend. Although it saddens me, I feel more relieved I said No than if I were to have accepted it.
I've been making so many bad choices lately. I always use the logic of 'taking a break' and 'feeding my soul' or whatever to justify having fun and delaying work. Of course I do manage to complete my tasks but at the expense of other important things such as sleep and sanity.
So here's to a small baby step at setting my priorities straight and being more serious about work.
And here's our weekly 80's flashback!
Here's an extra one! ;) Also from the movie 500 Days of Summer
ps: ngahaha sorry about posting something semi negative! :P
Sometimes I feel like there's so much to write here. But it seems that all my thoughts lately are mostly complaints or too personal and deep for public. And of course, I haven't had the time to do it.
I slept for ten hours last night. Woke up at 830 to coffee, LeSnak crackers and 2 teaspoons of Nutella. :D. Felt soooo goooood. I've been fasting and waking up late and being tired and cranky. I was and still am PMS-y. But at least waking up early and having some form of bfast helps.
Today is the final day of run number 4. Another 9 hour lab but I shall be socialising tonight. I hope. Haha. And tomorrow, I'm going to have the WHOLE day off! I'm going to go feed my soul somewhere else or at home.
That's my last.fm playlist being wordledusing some coding program from Master Giraffe. Don't judge me! :P
Been listening to Red Jumpsuit Apparatus on replay since dinner at Mongers. :D
I've been increasing my food intake recently for these reasons:
1. It's getting colder, therefore I get hungrier. Go figure.
2. I'm becoming happier. When I'm happy I eat more. It's simple really.
3. I just got my big P. PMS makes you ravenous and crave things. Like salt n pepper calamari. And chocolates.
4. I have friends who eat nice food. Enough said.
But I do not like increasing my girth. EVERYONE KNOWS I LOOK BETTER NOW. Dont pretend its not true. I KNOW you think I look unhealthy all bloated and fat. And I like playing with my ribs, thanks.
So what do I do now? Yeah. I can hear you rattling off all the typical responses. Exercise, eat less, cook yourself, dont eat junk food, put up a pic of Jessica Alba or that dress one size smaller to motivate yourself. Right. It sounds so easy saying and writing doesnt it? Pah.
Wait. Why am I cantankerous? Oh. Lit review not done. Right. Okay toods!
Watched Jason Mraz last night. I have to be honest and tell you that I don't actually listen to him. I don't have any of his songs in my ipod. But since everyone says he's awesome I thought I'd have a go at watching him live. (No not coz I think he's cool and I want to be deemed as cool. Nigga please.)
To me, this concert wasn't one of those where you stand up and dance, where the energy flows to each nerve and cell. It wasn't one where I could sing along and pump my fist in the air repeatedly.
I was in my own little zone and I listened in awe as he sang his stories. That's what it was like to me. Being in a nice cozy room with Mraz while he pours his soul out into a song or ramble on random thoughts in his lyrics.
So yes, I did enjoy the concert despite not knowing any of the songs. I have a feeling he purposedly picked lesser known songs to segregate the posers out from the real fans. Haha. And no, I didn't cry. Yay.
GPOY (because I can't wait for Wednesday): U likey my naaaails? Thats Jelly btw. The dinosaur, not the nail colour.
Today is a positive day. Why? Because mamochka gave me a pep talk in d car on d way to work.
And I got to listen to Pour Some Sugar On Me. And now, I've got Def Leppard's whole Best of album in my ipod. Booyah! Oh shit, I can't wait to karaoke it again one day. Watch me! Heavy metal/Hard rock baby! :D
And to reassure Ayin, I managed to finish a whole 6 inch sub by myself! Yay! Although halfway through I felt like throwing up. But at least I did it. :P
I just realised, after all this while, that my dad only has THREE colours of shirts in his cupboard. Not three shirts only mind you. Just three colours, in various tones. Blue, Yellow and White. Amazing. This just proves that he's a classic man who doesn't take big risks. I've also learnt the merits of loyalty from him. Haha.
There's this line in Motion City Soundtrack's song, Antonia which goes 'She shaves her legs with Ginsu Knives'. I just saw a man getting a pedicure using Ginsu Knives. Dead skin cells AND dirt. Lovely. If you still don't catch my drift, these knives are actually used for COOKING.
I'm craving cupcakes topped with pink cookies. Don't ask me why. I don't know either. Oh no, scratch that, I want red velvet cake sandwiches with cream cheese filling. Yumz.
And at this moment, my mother is staring at the sea from the hotel room in Bali. Pretty soon she will be sifting the sands through her toes.
I'm just glad there's sunshine today to keep my serotonin levels in check.
I have nothing to bring to the table. Therefore, I shouldn't be caught.
Neil Gaiman just added to my collection of skewed Snow White tales. His is twisted in too many ways. I love it nonetheless. :)
I have resorted to listening to indie pop like Kate Voegele and Ingrid Michaelson. My new playlist, which is best served on rainy days and/or while lying down tangled between the sheets with a good book, consists of them plus Corrine and Yuna. And one shot of Sheryl.
A dash of Disney, a sprinkle of pop punk, lashings of sweet treats, a pinch of superheroes, bundles of laughter and a tinge of crankyness.
All wrapped up in a pretty package that resembles the Cookie Monster.
Also self proclaimed Princess of Le Cupcake Kingdom
People I love. Music. Sweet treats. Singing animals. Movies. Princes. Books. Fables. Hindustan Heroes.
Sinks my Ship
Rude people working in hospitality and sales. Long queues. Idiots CUTTING long queues. People who Patronise.
Wishlist
To finally figure out what I'm meant to do. To travel the world. To eat anything without gaining ungodly amounts of weight. To get my happily ever after. :)
Ngahahahahaha. Now that demonstrates how much I look like her. Trust me when I say, my moodswings are also from her. Muahaha. But she's better now, that's for sure. :D Something about transsumthin meditation..hoho. Oh and I still wear that shirt to go out. It's comfy!
U likey my naaaails? Thats Jelly btw. The dinosaur, not the nail colour.
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