Research

Song: Ice Ice Baby- Vanilla Ice

Hehe, old school babyy! Has anyone heard the version done by the South Park's character, Timmy? It's so cute, Timmy's my favourite. Check him out in the episode of Special Olympics, that was a good one. You see a young kid injecting himself with steroids. Sigh, how sad is that? Speaking of steroids, my Substance Abuse lecturer is awesome. One good lecturer this semester should be enough to motivate me, I suppose? We have a literature review to do on the relationship between substance abuse and crimes and I think it's pretty interesting. I'm pretty much lost in Philosophy though so I have to read more. We have a group assignment for that and I paired up with this dude who doesn't seem as lost as the others so perhaps there's hope there. Nyah. But the questions for the assignment are mind-boggling I swear. I sound so blonde, forgive me, but it's all quite new to me. Ah well hopefully I shall catch up instead of lagging behind like a lone sheep.

Enough about asses, I want to tell you about some other research that I've been doing. I recently visited this website about Sindhi Festivals. Yes, you read right, but I had a special reason for it. Nyaha. So get this, on Friday there is a festival called Teejri, which are for married woman and young women who aspire for good husbands (well, don't we all?). The women are required to fast the whole day and only break this fast when they catch sight of the full moon in the night. It's pretty fun to go moon-sighting, because I remember when I was younger and my Mom had kept the fast, we went around the neighbourhood looking for the moon. It was a cloudy night so we literally had to go chasing for it. Then, when we did find it, we yelled for Mom to hurry and do the honours (which were getting out of the car to perform a prayer). Moon-catching, doesn't that sound swell?
This is followed by the woman's first meal of that day. In other regions, it is called Karwachauth and it is performed slightly differently. If you've ever watched a Hindi movie, you would know that the woman is required to hold up a sift at the moon and then shift the sift to her husband's face. It sounds a bit more romantic I suppose because the husband is actually present for what is usually the "ladies day in" as opposed to the Sindhi version. But then again, I've only seen movies of it. Movies are usually more romantic than real life, no?

Picked up a book recently called Heart's Delight by a Swedish author called Per Nilsson, and it is translated from Swedish to English thus it has that charm to it. I find translated items quite simplistic but very beautiful all at once.

Still no news from bloody Australia about the application and everyone is getting edgy. I think it's quite possible that they lost my copy. Geez, what a pain. I'm giving them one more week before I re-apply through the Help admin (who for some reason have been reasonably competent).

Dad's been raving about this movie called Blind Date, according to him it's fantastic. My dad sees all the movies (I'm not kidding, I'm like way behind him) so for him to say that, must be true. So go watch it when you have the chance.

Loves to all, and a wink to my Babes.

Shut Up and Listen

So, Mom's been looking for a job. She's been doing that, actually, since, well...forever. But the good news is that she actually found one. A work-at-home-typist sort of thing. The cynic in me is thinking that it's a scam but the optimist in me reasoned that if it is she'll only be losing 10bucks (which is alright in the grand scheme of things, I suppose). The 10bucks is for the 'training material' that they will send to her e-mail account and after she 'trains herself' she would apparently be ready to earn money, right from the house! Sorry, that's miss sarcastic coming out again. Whatever it is, I'm just hoping she'll get a move on it. I'd rather she work at a 'proper' working environment, because when you work from home (not that I've done it, but this is my opinion), you don't get the same experience that you'd get in a roomful of people working with you. Meeting people, both clients/customers and colleagues is so much a part of it, isn't it?

Moving on to less frustrating news,
College started today. First day was good, as it usually is. In fact, I don't remember ever having an un-nice first day. This is probably because first days are filled with such hope and unrealistic thoughts. For example- I am SO going to get an A in this course, I mean, it's a given. I'll just work my ass off, and goddamnit, I WILL this time. Then you know, a couple of weeks later, you're falling asleep in class and the lecturer that you thought would turn out okay is boring you halfway to hell. Another example- I am totally going to take notes and pay attention, so help me God! Then you know, a mere couple of hours later, you're doodling lyrics from songs you've forgotten you knew.
You get my gist, and I know you feel me.
But I was supposed to move on to less frustrating news, wasn't I? Aiks, but well, I thought I'd be honest to myself for a change. And yet you know, here I'm secretly hoping I'll prove myself wrong. Ah, time will tell.
Realistically though? I do know I can do it. I do know that I am capable of pulling a decent grade. But let's face it, Pysch is psych, and it's just not as fun as the arts. And by Arts I mean Sociology. Har har. (Note to readers who are confused, there are still certain piggies out there who brand Sociology and the likes as Soft Science, or rather...Arts. I suppose you'd call quantum phsyics the whole truth and nothing but the truth ei? Note to piggies- there is no truth. Lesson #1). Bwahaha. I am scaring myself.
Ok, but I do have to do well. Or I miss my last shot of getting to Curtin on time. By God, I should scare myself that way.

Another thing I'd like to say, I may be stating the obvious (as we all sometimes do), but, this is pissing me off again and again.
The most pressing problems that people face tend to involve their supposed "other half" or a "potential other half". But you know, if that person is really your other half, or someone that's supposed to mean alot to you, he/she would not be troubling you this way. For some reason, all I've been hearing lately is how this oh-so-important person has been letting you down and/or ruining your life. By you, I mean anybody I care for or anybody else for that matter, reading this.

Oh, I can only tell you this. Get out. Now. Run if you have to, run, scream all the way down the hill, cover your ears, duck, dodge, hop, skip but please, if you have one single ounce of self-respect (it doesn't have to be alot, just a teeny-tiny little bit will do), that is what you should do. Get out of the mess before it gets messier. Oh, I would tell you some more but I choose not to. It is not my place anyway. Must insert disclaimer here- I am not, in any way, judging you, trust me (this is simply because I have no right to as I was waist-deep myself).

Oh, I know what you'll tell me. All the But's, all the What-If's. I know, I know. However, let's just all take a moment and think: what would you do if I told you all those things would never change? That ten years later, you'll still be saying..But...what if...
There can only be a yes or a no. If it's a no, then you have your answer. Therefore, you don't have any more reasons (doesn't matter if they're rational or otherwise, it only has to make sense to you) to stay in the eye of the storm.
Yes, one more thing. Listen to your own head. Just shut up and listen.

I'll end with some good news. To make a long story short, I have now a better chance of getting accepted to Curtin, but I don't want to say anything further, lest I jinx it. Basically after talking to one of the Helpers (hee-haw) I felt slightly more optimistic.
Cross your fingers, all of you.

Something's Coming

It has come to my attention that I haven't been writing (Gee Mil, aren't you a whiz). So here I am.

India was so blah that I will not and cannot bring myself to bore anybody with details. I will only say this much. If and when my mother decides to attends somebody's wedding in another country, I will refuse to go along even when she turns her pleading eyes onto me and lectures me about "family". I can show my appreciation for family by sending a basket of chocolates (which will get more attention than me in the flesh).

Anyhoo, it is good to be home despite the anticipated dread I feel tingling in my being that I won't be here for long. It is completely ironic how I want time to speed by and slow down all at the same time. Have not heard from Curtin, I shall be pestering them soon, in hopes of hearing good news. I could not bear it if it is anything else.

Random note- I have mehndi on my right hand and 4 scars on my body (that will probably go away). A certain sort of rash has developed on the inside of both my arms. Damn that India. Also, I met a baby so cute that decided to pull my hair so hard and give me a scratch so deep on my right arm. This one's healing pretty quickly. However, I got scratched by Nimmy's cat yesterday and this was because I didn't let her play with the strings on my pants. I mean, it's my pants, kitty. Get your own. Fourthly, while closing my car door (rather, while banging my car door shut) I forgot to remove my leg that happened to be in its way. Bang, another bruise appeared. So there you have it, a pretty patchwork of my little accidents.

I choose not to tell you how I spent the two weeks before I left for India because it was sacred to me in a way and also, I don't want to freak you guys out. Har har.

After finishing the Ya-ya's, I was reading Robin Cook's Vital Signs which was a total letdown. When the good guys (by that I mean the conventional, attractive mid-thirties woman with a fiery determination to solve the mystery) cracked the puzzle, there was no showdown with the bad guys. No court case, no fight scene, no confrontation, no nothing. Dissapointing, to say the least. I finished it on the plane and started P.J. Tracy which was pretty good. Suspense thriller and the ending was superb. She's pretty brilliant, funny too. This was followed by Maeve Binchy's Carousel which reminded me of Virginia Andrews, only less dramatic but nonetheless quite scandalous. New England people are fun to read about eh? I am now reading Josephine Hart's Damage. My current favourite is still the Ya-ya's. It blew me away and it's been awhile since a book has done that to me. Whoosh.

Whoosh you later people.