Friday, September 17, 2004

I've recently become obsessed with olden days music.. From the 60's to be exact. Like..
The Beatles -Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose

Diana Krall- I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you How long I have waited Waited just to love you, now that I have found you

Dionne Warwick -Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
and walk on by

Has anyone else just realised how bizarre some of the Beatle's lyrics can be? And they like singing about people... Mean Mr Mustard, Maxwell, Polythene Pam, Nowhere Man, Jude, Sgt Pepper.. Or rather, Sgt Pepper's band.

Exams are round AGAIN.. in a month. Grrr.. And this time exams feature a heart disection, performing a history and Cardio/ Resp Exam on a "patient" (who really is a guy who is paide to be poked and proded by incompetant med students. Lucky him.)

Can't wait till the holidays.. REAL holidays.. that are more than 5 days in duration! Unfortunately I'll be waiting until mid-December. dangnabit.

P.S. Who would have thought I could be sucked into the bottomless black hole that is Australian Idol.. for a second time?! I've watched the performance, the walk of shame- er the eviction, Inside Idol.. That's 3hours in the past week that i've dedicated myself to this.. And I don't even have a twisted peadophilic crush on Amali to justify my actions.. I think i need a doctor!

P.P.S And just to clarify, my addiction to old music did not coincide with Idol's 60's night on next week. My housemates have bared witness to the horrible warbling that has been occuring for the past month.

Monday, September 06, 2004

I remember when I was little my grandma used to cook chicken instant noodles for me, and rice or my brother. I love noodles and my brother loved rice.
She used to cut up my noodles with a spoon and fork before I started eating them. Mainly to prevent me from splashing soup all over myself because my fork and I couldn't quite grapple with endlessly long noodles.
She used to serve us a soya sauce drumstick as well. That was my brother's favourite meal- soya sauce chicken and rice.

That was when i was little enough to believe that if i picked those little pink flowers at the front of my grandma’s house, they would be taken at night by fairies.
When I believed that Ewoks and Monkey Magic were the epitome of crime fighting heroes around the world.
When I believed my grandma was the greatest because she used to walk every day to the shops with her trolley.
And when I didn't know about anything as insidious as cancer.

Sunday, September 05, 2004

My dream car.. Too bad it's a manual.. and i'm the biggest unco on planet earth.

Here's proof-
I burnt my wrist on the iron..There is now a brown welt in the shape of a worm tattooed on my right wrist.
I bought a pair of "high" heels the other day.. The heels in reality measure 1.5 cms in height. I managed to trip 3 times before the compulsory "new shoes" blisters set in and forced me to take them off.
Has anyone seen me eat lately? ...Enough said..