I Have Moved
To the one or so person who reads Simply Felicious - I have moved.
If so inclined, please come find me here at Wordpress.
It's been a pleasure, let's keep it going.
=)
To the one or so person who reads Simply Felicious - I have moved.
If so inclined, please come find me here at Wordpress.
It's been a pleasure, let's keep it going.
=)
Listening to: Satisfaction - Cat Power
February 14.
Supposed to be a special day for people in love. Seeing this as an opportunity, the marketing industry have snapped it up as an idea to bill people for it. The history of Valentine's Day is diverse and much of it is rumour but the common conception is that it's based on St. Valentine, a Catholic bishop who used to help the young soldiers in Emperor Claudius' army to marry. The emperor banned his soldiers from getting married to ensure that while they served in his army, their only focus was their undivided devotion to Rome.
Valentine helped these young men marry in secret and when the emperor discovered it, he sentenced him to be beheaded. It was believed that he sent his jailer's blind daughter a love letter before his death and signed it 'Your Valentine'. The church made him the new patron saint of love in order to dispel some wide and varied pagan customs that used to be practiced in mid February.
That's how it started off anyway. And then some woman in 1874 mass produces the first lace valentine and now, about a million cards are sent on this day, funnily enough, 85% of them from women! Like so many other celebrations, this one has also been twisted by money minded marketing corporations to spell Commercialism. More often than not it just sucks you dry and makes those who don't have a significant other feel like square pegs in a round hole.
I'm all for love - don't get me wrong. But I hate to buy into something that is so commercialised. Why celebrate love specially on one day when it can be celebrated everyday? Why give people the right to make money off of it? You just have to see how many money mongers hike up the price of roses on V-Day alone to understand what I mean.
I would hate it if my boyfriend bought me some ridiculously expensive thing on Valentine's Day but treated me like a non-person every other day of the year (which he doesn't by the way). I hate the fact that watching their other friends receive valentines from their admirers could make some beautiful young girl feel unloved and unwanted when nothing could be further from the truth. I hate the fact that having no one to send valentines to could embarrass a young man.
I am not anti-Valentine's Day. I am not a feminist. I am however anti-Valentine-commercialism. I hate that people make such a big thing out of it when it's supposed to be a big deal everyday. And I despise the fact that people make money out of it.
I also have to be honest when I say that I despise the fact that I would, sadly, feel like the biggest loser in the world if I had nobody to send me valentines. That is how much this celebration can affect people's perceptions. And their wallets.
This has to stop.
Maybe I'm just PMS-ing. Or just feeling depressed, but do tell me if I'm wrong. I need a shower.
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.
Listening to: Woman Like A Man - Damien Rice
Note: Pictures to follow so skip ahead if you feel the urge to barf.
They say write what you know
I know of four years of shared laughter and sorrow
I know of broken curfews and staggered laughter
Of single tears hastily brushed off my shoulder.
I know of stolen kisses in a moving crowd
Talking 'til the sun peeks through a cloud
I know of love that walks the walk,
Across a continent, it talks the talk.
I wish I could write of the stars in the sky
But everyone says write what you know
I know of us; Of you and I
Of all of that love that continues to grow.
I write what I know, I write of you
My beloved, my dearest, my darling, my Boo =D
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Turns out the surprise party was just that - a surprise *big smiles* Despite the fact that I was convinced beyond all reason that he would find out and I would be the Party Planner Pooper... Not so my friends, not so. He walked through the door and by the way he stood there trembling, empty Sprite can in hand, I figured no one is THAT good an actor =D To quote Trevor, kewlness.
To my co-conspirators - Trev, Bry, Sash &
Gerardine...for all the lies and detective work, sly questions and
hidden footwear, thank you! =)
Barath, sorry for heartlessly and smugly saying I had no time to take you out, I had to distract your attention away from the Bigger Picture =)
Those in attendance included The All Blacks and The United Colours of Benneton
Mel, I've run out of picture quota, I'll send you Quan's next month =D
Thanks to everyone who came and made it wunderbar, I ate enough pizza to last me the rest of the week, stocked up on gossip and laughed just as much. Some even contracted a virus or two ;)
Until I see you again, have a BLESSED Christmas and here's wishing you green lights all the way home..muackkkss
Listening to: James Morrison
- A Return to Love by Marianne Williamson -
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously
give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others."
4 days to Christmas. Have a blessed one everyone.
Listening to: James Morrison - Undiscovered; "I'm not lost, not lost - just undiscovered"
Do People Ever Change?
Musings by Felicia Paulraj inspired by severe PMS
People don't change. A saying I believe to a certain extent may be true - but is it? Using familiar sayings like that one I have come up with the following. (Note: Readers beware.)
Maturity is a tricky thing. Growing Up is Inevitable; Growing Old is Optional, someone once said. So how come so many people can still grow older and still remain so bloody childish? Is that because People Don't Change? So what about communities like Alcoholics Annonymous whose motto is to take things One Day at a Time? Isn't that to change a person's alcoholic behaviour? How is that possible if People Don't Change?
Take the one about karma - What Goes Around Comes Around. When mean people (i.e. Meanies) treat you like shit is that because you're only getting what you deserve? Then what about What Doesn't Kill You Only Makes You Stronger? Could it be possible that we meet such nasty people not because of anything we have done but because we need to meet people like this in order to prepare us for worse people and to hone our public relations skills and mature our inner strength?
But hang on - how can we become Stronger after such an ordeal when People (supposedly) Don't Change?
Am I making any sense? Is it worrisome that I make perfect sense to myself?
I don't know if people change, be it for the better or for good. I believe in starting over and new beginnings. I believe in second chances. But I am beginning to believe that there is small minority of people who when they find themselves in familiar environments, begin to revert back to being the person they were accustomed to being in those conditions. So..is that why former alcoholics are advised to stay away from pubs/bars - environments that create opportunities to Fall Off the Wagon because People Never Change?
Bullies, gossips, kleptos - do they ever change; do they need power, gossip and matches to fuel them on?
Therefore in essence, is change non-existent, determined just by which conditions prevail?
Sigh..now I'm ranting. So what - tis my blog. Gotta go back and join the 6 way conversation on MSN where everyone is wondering who said "lipu" first..haha..such tangled webs we weave...... :) Xmas is in 6 days..woohoooooo
Adios.
Listening to: Discovered - Music from James Morrison
Currently Reading: The Diary of a Young Girl - Anne Frank
Currently Eating: A chocolate covered doughnut from Baker's Cottage (so sue me) =)
James Morrison: The British guy who sings You Give Me Something You'll like his music if you like jazz/indie, Gavin DeGraw; music to listen to while it's raining outside =D Pay special attention to The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore which comes out Dec 18 in the UK. - Looks a bit like Chris Martin from Coldplay. =)
So have I TRULY no material left to write about when all I can draw from is tributes to random artists I am currently enamoured with? Apparently.
Welcome to BloggerWorld Dayana... =D
Christmas is coming and I need to find the time to put up the tree, maybe writing about it here will help speed my procastination along. Althugh I don't think so.
So far, barring the whole impending gloom and doom of the CHICKEN POX, I have been having a lovely time. I could be on holiday for the rest of my life and I wouldn't mind it. Call me a slob but I don't care =D
Guys, we need to do something Saturday..who's free? Let's rendezvous..keke
Sorry for this entry, abominable I know...oh well =) HUGS
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