Australian Idol...

Well another Australian Idol has rolled by, in amazingly quick succesion too, might I add..I have a friend who is actually trying out. Im so thrilled!! And because I live right next to where the Auditions are being held, I feel involved with this person's outcome at the auditions. Hahaha. Yea he only asked for a parking spot, thats about it ;p

He doesnt read this blog but I wish him all the best. In my heart of hearts I dont think he'll actually make it but hey, I love the idea that he's actually trying out. He's got an amazing amount of guts for someone so humble.

Gonna drop by to see him before uni tommorow. Hehe. I wonder if I should bring him some soup. It gets really cold down by the harbour. Hmmmm.....

Hey Diddle Diddle...

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
And the little dog laughed to see such fun
And the dish ran away with the spoon..

Hey diddle diddle, the cat played his fiddle
The cow jumped away from the cat
Cos when he played his fiddle
The cow wanted fables
And selfishly looked for that..

Hey diddle diddle the cat broke his fiddle
The cow was nowhere to be seen
And the fork had to share
His bride with dinnerware
Not knowing where they may have been

Hey diddle diddle the cat burnt his fiddle
The cow walked on Jupiter's beams
And the little dog cried
Cos his world had died
Life is never close to what it seems

Hey diddle diddle my world kills its fiddles
My cows are all far in the sky
All my forks have to share
And my dogs all despair
Its no wonder why we wish to die

There arent any words to describe how I feel but I dont really care because it doesnt really matter who wants to spend their whole life wishing for something more a little more happiness or whatever it is that could render their life perfect I speak too soon and arrogant I am I have nobody to blame but myself its only natural that he who thinks his life is perfect will close their eyes from laughing too much and open it only to find ashes layers of ashes that buries everything that was important before ten feet deep of soot and mutilage that channels into every part of your existance i have nobody to blame but myself but it doesnt really matter anyway.

Its all about you, Jesus
And all this is for you, for your glory and your fame
Its not about me, as if you should do things my way
You alone are God and I surrender, to your ways...

"Jesus Lover of My Soul" - Passion 2001

Philologus Indoles...

Did you know that Leonardo da Vinci was a south paw? At that time, they were seen as evil and so were forced to write with their right hand but da Vinci kept using his left hand in private. Here is a snapshot of one of his notes. He wrote from right to left AND in mirror image. Some say that he wrote that way to prevent people from finding out or stealing his great ideas, especially the Roman Catholic Church who was against many of the new ideas "scientists" at that time had (including the proposal that the world actually revolved around the sun as supposed to everything revolving around us!) Others say that it was to prevent smudging since he wrote with his left hand. However when he wrote to other people, he wrote as a normal person would.

I think da Vinci was a great man. He had a mind that is worthy of admiring and repecting. Such a great man only comes every so often. Its such a shame that most people only know him for his famous painting, Mona Lisa, and never truly appreciate the genius that he was.

What the...?

This is a munchkin.... its a feline version of the sausage dog, daschund. Although the short legged cats from Europe seem to have disappeared, the trait reappeared in New England in the 1970's and in Louisiana in the 1980's. From a pregnant black female (since named Blackberry) short legged cat found by Sandra Hochenedel living under a pickup truck in 1983. In her first litter and in each subsequent litter, Blackberry passed the trait of her short legs on to about half her kittens. One of Blackberry sons, Toulouse, was given to a friend named Kay LaFrance who established a colony of Munchkins on her Louisiana Plantation. The present Munchklns are descendants of Blackberry and Toulouse, although Munchkins have been sited throughout North America and the world. They are also known as Magpie Cats.

Librarian? Moi?

Well my skills test didnt go too well, but it could've been alot worse as well. Sigh. Oh well. Thank God for Tet's past year skills paper :P

So now Im free and really should be catching up on my lectures but have endeavoured instead to organise my tapes. Sounds silly, sounds like a waste of time. It is. But I have this urge to do it. I kinda like organising things. Not events, but like rearranging stuff.

Maybe I should have a backup degree...yknow. A fallback just in case my fellow brainiacs (haha so humble) snap up all the labrat jobs. .. .. ( this is such a pun considering the world is currently running in what we call the "Rat Race"... lol ). Yea... degree in book sorting and shushing. Not an easy task without contributing alot of amilase unto the carpet, if you know what I mean ;p

Anyways. Just rambling.

ARGH

I've got a practical skills test tommorow and im so nervous i feel like there are steroid driven gorillas in my stomach >.<

My Lord and God
You are so rich in mercy
Mere words alone are not sufficient thanks
So take my life
Transform renew and change me
That I might be a living sacrifice...

"Consider Christ" - Emu Australia

Cold eyes...

Y'know, I've always been quite affected by the way people look at me. Or rather the way their eyes look. Like, some people can be really nice and stuff but if their eyes look cold and hard, im really quite afraid to approach them. I like soft eyes. I heard that one's eyes are the window to his soul. Maybe thats why I look at people's eyes and warm up to them if I find warmth and kindness and life.

But Im getting carried away.

Now that winter is around, I find that my eyes get cold. :p Like, they start to get cold then they start to sting, and then they start to water a little and that makes them even colder.... its a vicious cycle. It doesnt happen all the time, but quite alot .. especially if Im walking or theres abit of a wind. I thought it was just something hilarious about myself to share. :P Cold eyes.

Midnight Bliss...

Theres something very relaxing about being awake at 4am, listening to instrumental accoustic guitar music, working on an assignment...(provided the assignment isnt due in 8 hours!! hahaha)... Its just an awesome sense of peace and overall well being..

And then I begin to feel sentimental...
And I feel romantic...
And I feel like the breezes of Africa flew the earth just to carress my hair...
And i begin to think of places...and of people...
And I think of all the good times I've had, all the painful yet cherished memories...
And I miss them.
And I miss home.
And I wish there was more to me than assignments...

I also miss my younger soul which held so much poetry and painstaking innocence. I have become too much of an adult, and yet not quite there. I feel oddly grey.

Hmmm..

I think my circadian cycle is screwed up...prolly due to the days getting shorter and it being so cold and all. Like...I just get so sleepy around 6 when its all dark and stuff. I just slept for 5 hours....thats like....a whole night's worth of sleep hey...

The best medicine?

I bludgily had 11 hours of sleep last night. I am now very far behind my schedule but for some reason was not stressed out whatsoever today. I was just all happy dory and relaxed...its a really nice feeling. I went to uni (SUCH good weather today too!!) and for the first time I noticed how all the trees had turned a golden-reddish colour. And it looked so nice against the crisp blue sky. Yeah... man.... such a nice day today.

So maybe sleep is the best medicine next to laughter. Like...its hard to laugh when you're all stressed and grumpy right. And to overcome that you need to sleep. Its a correlation (although this may not affect causation...hahaha). But yea.... oh well Ive had my sleep. Time to get to work and be grumpy until next week when everything's finally handed in. Heh. As if it'll end there. Sigh.

Yknow...at the rate Im going...I dont see myself slowing down til after the exams. How tragically long :/ How tragically drab.

But I wanna watch Van helsing :`(
and Harry Potter :.(
and that other show I cant remember the name for the life of me... o.o
erm...but yea... ;.;

hahaha. +.+

Overrun...

Im tired. Im overrun by work. Swamped with assignments. Weighed down by responsibilities. Too bad that when they say you should cast your troubles on God that the workload doesnt decrease, that the responsibilities dont vanish, that the days dont get longer.

Pity. Pity.

Another comparison between the Almighty and me. God has alot of time to spare (a single day is like a thousand years to Him, apparently) and I dont. Heh.