oh feuck this new blogger. new gmail account. everything ith gmail account.
Just abck from thanksgiving party. yummy food. stuffed turkey and cranberry sauce....pumkin pie, apple pie..mashed potatoes...bread and hummus..oak smoked cheese and blah blah blah herb cheese. and autumn leaves smoked wine!!!! i got drunk . haha
this thanksgiving i am thankful for friends. Im thankfull for went worth miller and im thankful im alive.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
MILLER, Wentworth. He walks in beauty!
What is it about Wentworth Miller III that is so bloody appealing? Is it the name? That beautiful face? His subtle sexy charm? His angelic voice? To me, its all of this and more. He's definately got what it takes to be a star and (touchwood), doesn't look like it's got to him yet either. Actually I wouldn't mind if a wee bit of stardust starts to run through his veins- maybe then, he could be quite a Hollywood's Bad Boy. But he's heaven sent as of now. And I'm totally fine with that!~Excuse me while I talk more about his face. Good God, have mercy!! It is just annoyingly perfect..even the tiny imperfections in it are perfect! In his eyes( which are of slightly different colours-one green, the other hazel), I see Heaven..not joking,I swear!! That warm brown coloured mole on his left temple is quite the silent killer. His lips...soft and full. His sculptured jawline- clean shaven or with a stubble,its sex...I mean sexy, especially when clenched. Just kills me Every. Single. Time. He is Hotness personified, the embodiment of beauty. I adore him to bits cz its because of him I find myself coming up with these abominably cheesy lines. I grow all warm inside and when I see that face of his, I just HAVE to smile, even if I've just had my worst day/night ever. He's got me whole alright. And I'm just a mindless, bloody love fool for him.
Moving on to His tears!! A few people who've known me for a while now, have often told me I have a sadistic streak in me. I've always refuted that claim. But when it comes to watching Beautiful Went cry...I'm reduced to pulp, while my sadistic vein throbs somewhere. OK I admit. I watch prison break just so I can see him cry, among other things. He's a bit tight on them. His tears I mean. He probably sheds a single, clear tear every now and then.Its runs down his cheek and suddenly nothing is right in this world. Aaaaah! do I feel his hurt. And it breaks my heart. He still needs to cry me a river though. Call it a fan request!
Enough about the pain, he takes the crown for that. What about when he laughs( quite rare) or smiles at the least?? Right there!! Thats Perfection. Bliss. A glimmer of hope shines forth and suddenly this world is a better place to be in. It's all in that one smile of Went!!One thing I don't particularly like about his acting skill is when he does a scene where he needs to get really really angry or has to shout. It seems like its just not in his nature and almost seems forced on-screen. Thats the time I can't help but laugh. Baby do no good with crazy but me still crazy over good baby:) Hmmm...after all, looks like I do adore his angry stints as well. Everything the man does I tell ya...! So, the mans not a screamer...but if looks could kill...!! He does have this VERY INTENSE(Intaaanse) look sometimes, those eyes that narrow in deep thought,slight crease on the forehead and oh hell! mercy! not that JAW CLENCH again!! 
Well, thats when I get really hot.It's about midnight now, I have a mock exam paper in International Development tomorrow and just who will read the Third IPCC report for me?? Oh sod it!!
"That was a quarter of an hour well spent,
I'm a-comin' dear Went,
Coz only you can make it right,
I'll meet you in my dreams tonight!" ~..mmmmMuah!~
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Prison break? FOX shudve known better and called the show HEART break on two feet. with umm 8 toes!:)
GOOD LORD!! Is Micheal Scoffield hot or HOT!! Yup...sure feels like im 16 all over again, falling madly in love with a starry eyed boy on TV . Wentworth Miller, the actor who plays Micheal's character is not all that impressive at all, atleast from what I gather from a few of his interviews. He might have a handful of expressions in every episode but oooooo boy they are just about enough to make a gal's heart melt into mush!! Three days!! Thats all it took for me to sit and finish 22 episodes of season 1 and 11 of season 2...Now I have to wait until the next epi is aired and that sucks!
Sigh!! If I wasn't already done with my younger days, my sillier ways..i'd say 'Im in love!':)
Sigh!! If I wasn't already done with my younger days, my sillier ways..i'd say 'Im in love!':)
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
there is always tomorrow, but only in theory!
Those of you who've read the lengthy crib about my late submission know whats on my mind today. A bad day always makes you think about your life in the bigger picture. thats just what i did and it didnt quite leave me better off from whr i started. My biggest concern right now is my utter failure at good time management. For the first time in my life, I feel like Im doing sumthing for a purpose. that is postgraduate to me.Ive always been the average student and my parents have never pushed me for better grades..bless them for that!The reason i give for being average is my I-don'-really-care attitude.But I'd always known I could do better if i wanted to. High school was a joke, undergrad was fun n easy cruisin, but post grad, as i discover every single day is the raw deal and I want to do good. I find myself again,for the first time, actually worrying about grades and the contents of my study and how it will help me in my career.Thats a good start one might think. and it is. But the scary bit is that now that im trying to do well, things aren't quite working out the way it should. So my fallback factor and comfort of "I can do better if i really want to" has turned into shaky grounds.I am doubting my own capability and that sucks.
I cannot, at this point, seem to manage my weekly readings let alone all the extra readings that is neseccary for my course.I probably feel the need to do really well coz of all money it took to get me here! Everytime I call home for money, dad gets a new wrinkle. Its not comforting to think I'd waste it all and nothing substantial would come out of it.That's a thought enough to fuel nightmares for a month.
But then again, I still think I'm really not trying hard enough. Is that what all incapable people say for a peace of mind?? I really should not start branding self as incapable. Not exactly the best confidence booster around. But i will try harder...stop being such a lazy pig, and get my act together. Post grad?? Sure. Research and 9 to 5's jobs?? Why not!! Bring it on. I feel better already.
I cannot, at this point, seem to manage my weekly readings let alone all the extra readings that is neseccary for my course.I probably feel the need to do really well coz of all money it took to get me here! Everytime I call home for money, dad gets a new wrinkle. Its not comforting to think I'd waste it all and nothing substantial would come out of it.That's a thought enough to fuel nightmares for a month.
But then again, I still think I'm really not trying hard enough. Is that what all incapable people say for a peace of mind?? I really should not start branding self as incapable. Not exactly the best confidence booster around. But i will try harder...stop being such a lazy pig, and get my act together. Post grad?? Sure. Research and 9 to 5's jobs?? Why not!! Bring it on. I feel better already.
My scariest halloween ever!!
NEVER party the night before a major deadline!!You think you can manage but you WON'T!! I should've known this right from the start...its common sense after all, isnt it? but noooo....Ms sunshine wants to risk it and the 'it' being 50% worth of coursework( the remaining 50 assigned for an essaytype exam in which i get screwed anyway). And now Im sleepy, hungry,hungover, pissed at self for being dumb enough to go for that party last night.
But it was halloweens and even though YEVERYBODY was going to mylens court for the party ..all dressed up as wicthes n fairies...I initially got my act together and decided I couldn't afford to go.I stuck wit my decision until my flatmate went out with her big hat and broom stick. But sitting in my room with the 4000 words to go in front of me was no comfort. My mind had taken off with that damned broomstick. But I still persevere and shake any distraction off my head and try to type sumthing. Second attempt and it just didnt look like it would or COULD happen. Then the devil on my left shoulder appears and before i let the good one pop up, I get dressed in black,skirt,fishnets and a glitter cat-ears hairband( which i bought, you know JUST in case.)and Viola!ready for halloween! But I still decided not to go to the party,just wanted to get dressed n go out. promised self wud get bck home by 10. I went to the pagan parade on princes street.Lots of people, TALL people...I killed my toes trying to see what was happening on stage.Could see bits of things..fire dancers,stunts,loose haired, pagan dancing, wild drum beats, haunting songs...from the little I could see, it was quite cool. Even better were the crowd all dressed up like crazy. Its cold so I buy Vodka. I start drinking shots frm the bottle while the chinese girls i'd gone with are eyeing me,scandalized.Just when Im about to head back home..."Brigit?? hi brigit!YOU were in front of me all the while, blocking my view?? Who are you here wi...oooh hie Tim. David! nae!... how come you guys are all here and what happaned to the party??" Next thing I know, Im at the party, with an empty bottle of vodka and empty bottle of wine,sandwiched betwn a dracula and a history student!( a guy actually doing phd in history,not sumone trying to be funny). I called Andre fr sum reason and dont remember our conversation.something abt designing water tanks?? I was so wasted, came home in a taxi, ate the saltiest maggi ever with mushroom n bacon, made a mess of the kitchen, set my alarm at 4:30 am,slept, got up to recheck set alarm, slept, rechecked again, dropped phone, rechecked,dropped sumthing else i still havent figured out and finally slept agn only to wake up to the alarm 2 hours later!! Nightmare!!
So Ive been up since then.Read my assignment AFTER submitting and its full of SHITE!The bit i wrote when hungover is probably a wee bit off topic as well. No tables, no data..one hell of a dry report.With bad english. FUCK.
Submission blues:
DEadline: 12 noon.
11:10 and im still typing my executive summary!! type tyepe tyue, type, tpe.
I try to submit online and the damn web ct wont open.
11:59 I run to microlabs, and the printers are all busy! THere is always someone printing 100 pages when ur in a hurry to use the printer. Is that there in murphey's law??
12:45 finally submitted my assignment...now im just hoping it will be accepted, let alone wish I'd written a better one or not gone to the damn halloween party at all. Fuck.
But it was halloweens and even though YEVERYBODY was going to mylens court for the party ..all dressed up as wicthes n fairies...I initially got my act together and decided I couldn't afford to go.I stuck wit my decision until my flatmate went out with her big hat and broom stick. But sitting in my room with the 4000 words to go in front of me was no comfort. My mind had taken off with that damned broomstick. But I still persevere and shake any distraction off my head and try to type sumthing. Second attempt and it just didnt look like it would or COULD happen. Then the devil on my left shoulder appears and before i let the good one pop up, I get dressed in black,skirt,fishnets and a glitter cat-ears hairband( which i bought, you know JUST in case.)and Viola!ready for halloween! But I still decided not to go to the party,just wanted to get dressed n go out. promised self wud get bck home by 10. I went to the pagan parade on princes street.Lots of people, TALL people...I killed my toes trying to see what was happening on stage.Could see bits of things..fire dancers,stunts,loose haired, pagan dancing, wild drum beats, haunting songs...from the little I could see, it was quite cool. Even better were the crowd all dressed up like crazy. Its cold so I buy Vodka. I start drinking shots frm the bottle while the chinese girls i'd gone with are eyeing me,scandalized.Just when Im about to head back home..."Brigit?? hi brigit!YOU were in front of me all the while, blocking my view?? Who are you here wi...oooh hie Tim. David! nae!... how come you guys are all here and what happaned to the party??" Next thing I know, Im at the party, with an empty bottle of vodka and empty bottle of wine,sandwiched betwn a dracula and a history student!( a guy actually doing phd in history,not sumone trying to be funny). I called Andre fr sum reason and dont remember our conversation.something abt designing water tanks?? I was so wasted, came home in a taxi, ate the saltiest maggi ever with mushroom n bacon, made a mess of the kitchen, set my alarm at 4:30 am,slept, got up to recheck set alarm, slept, rechecked again, dropped phone, rechecked,dropped sumthing else i still havent figured out and finally slept agn only to wake up to the alarm 2 hours later!! Nightmare!!
So Ive been up since then.Read my assignment AFTER submitting and its full of SHITE!The bit i wrote when hungover is probably a wee bit off topic as well. No tables, no data..one hell of a dry report.With bad english. FUCK.
Submission blues:
DEadline: 12 noon.
11:10 and im still typing my executive summary!! type tyepe tyue, type, tpe.
I try to submit online and the damn web ct wont open.
11:59 I run to microlabs, and the printers are all busy! THere is always someone printing 100 pages when ur in a hurry to use the printer. Is that there in murphey's law??
12:45 finally submitted my assignment...now im just hoping it will be accepted, let alone wish I'd written a better one or not gone to the damn halloween party at all. Fuck.
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