Post Exam Euphoria

I had my first exam this morning and now I am trapped in a daze of post exam euphoria - either that or the red bull I drank had some extra speed in it.

It was my first exam for Charles Sturt, so it was my first time at the exam venue. The place I had to go was an Anglican church in Wandin, which is about 25 minutes from me - this makes a pleasant change from when I was studying at Monash and I had to go to Caulfield racecourse for my exams. The invigilators were very cute - a couple in their late 70's with the appropriate surname of Goodluck. They were devine "do you want a cup of tea? are you sure?". There was only one other person so it was all very personal and relaxed - much different to the exams I am used to!

The exam itself was fine - this was the Police studies exam, and it was pretty similar to the past exam I got from the Uni website, so I am not really concerned about it at all. Next week's one might very well be a doozy though - we have been receiving new study materials as recently as yesterday, when the exam is in 8 days and the lecturer seems very nit-picky on the discussion forum. She has said that she will be marking the exams and that she will be taking into account when the modules were sent out, but even that doesn't fill me with overwhelming confidence. I am normally much more relaxed about exams than about essays, but I think this one might get to me.

Oh well, 7 days to study, which also means 7 days to procrastinate about studying and 7 days to panic.

Let's roll!

My Psyche is very weird

I often have very bizarre, vivid dreams. The one this morning was a good example.
I dreamt that I was having triplets, which I gave birth to one night after work, and then just went back to work the next day. One of the triplets was stolen by a nurse in the hospital, but I decided to not worry about it, as two babies was enough anyway! I called them Tom and Grace and they were the same as Rohan (who is six months old). I remember that I left one with their father for the day, and one with Granny while I went to work. It all seemed so real - to the point where I had that "oh it was only a dream" thought when I woke up.

Dreaming about babies, as far as I know, is usually about starting something new in your life. Maybe I'm starting two things new! Or maybe my psyche is just fucked.

R.I.P Belinda

Belinda Emmett died today. Perhaps best known as the wife of Rove McManus, she was a very good actress and always seemed like a nice person. She was diagnosed with breast cancer when she was only 24, which although it initially responded to treatment, returned as secondary cancer in her bones. Once you have a secondary cancer, you're pretty much screwed.

She was only 32, same age as me.

Rest in Peace Belinda. Stay strong Rove, we are all here for you.

Have you ever wondered.....

What you would look like if you were on Southpark? No me either, but this website lets you find out anyway!

I think I like my South Park me more than the real one!

Mel Gibson, Halloween's Scariest Monster

This is Gallery of the Absurd's take on the scariest tabloid monster of the year.

Check it out here.

Amy and Emma's Birthday Sensation

Well Saturday night was my cousins' Amy and Emma's birthday party. Much fun and merriment was had by most. One of the best parts of the night was that most of the Marks cousins were there - only Rhys, who is only 5, wasn't there. Here is some picture evidence:

A strip of pics as designed by Patrick.

A bigger version of the top pic. L to R it is Patrick, Greta, Emma (FEMBOTanist), Amy (A. Lew) and Me. The theme was "fake tan" - as you can see Greta, Patrick and I didn't go in theme!!

Our "emo" pic.
How I felt yesterday.

Rohan, aged 5 months

Here are some pics of my gorgeous "nephew" Rohan.
Sarah, Rohan and I spent the very sunny afternoon down by the Yarra river, sitting in the shade.




Isn't he divine!

Filthy One Legged Whore

It's been all over the news for the last couple of months - Paul McCartney finally came to his senses and decided to divorce the Filthy One Legged Whore (FOLW). Now the FOLW is claiming that he was violent and aggressive, not only to her but also to his first wife Linda. She supposedly taped conversations and bugged his house, but all that has been reported is that you can hear her trying to bait him with comments like "you know you need to get help for your aggression" with no actual evidence of said aggression.
This woman is such a gold digger and the whole world saw it, except poor Paul. Part of his problem was that he had been in a happy marrige for almost all of his adult life, and men whose wives die after a happy marriage, typically will marry the first thing they see, as they want to recreate that happiness.
Paul and Linda were famously happy and in love - they made a policy of never spending time apart. Linda was such a strong woman, I cannot believe that if she was being abused she would not have done something about it.
These claims just make the FOLW look even more evil. She has supposedly said that if he doesn't give her half his money, she will make his life hell.
I also hope he gets custody of Bea - at least he actually seems to care for and love her, unlike her mother who leaves her with the nanny.
Slam dunk the bitch in court Paul - we're all behind you.

"See that door there? Use it"

Take Away Horror

I should know better.
I have been craving chicken souvlakis for a little while now and I had one on Monday from a shop in Croydon which was really nice.
I must have then had a brain melt, because I decided today that I would like another one. Now I live in a semi-rural area, so the take away choices at lunch time are fish and chip shops or cafes only. I should have known to not order anything "exotic", but like I said, I must have had a brain melt.
So I went to a local shopping area, to go to the large supermarket there, and thought I would get a chicken souvlaki as well. Apparently though, what I asked for was a chicken souv-burger. It looked like a chicken souvlaki, smelt like a chicken souvlaki, but by God it didn't taste like one - the onion was fried rather than raw, which changed the taste towards a burger, and there was CHEESE - yes grated tasty cheese - in the garlic sauce. I kept expecting to find a fried egg and beetroot with my next bite.
Freaks.

Most Absurd Fight Scene EVER

This is a scene from a very classy 80s movie called "Undefeatble". It's hard to put into words just how bad this clip is - bad hair, bad clothes, bad effects, bad acting, bad editing, bad directing. It's freekin' brilliant!

Tickle Me Harder

This is the best celebrity sex tape I have seen today.

Just in case you weren't sure.

Britney: When White Trash Finds Fame and Fortune

That should really be the name of her biography.

See more here.

Milton The Monster

It's funny how things enter your psyche. This is an episode of The Milton the Monster Show which was only made from 1965-1967. The part which has never left my brain is the song they sing while making Milton: "six drops of Essence of Terror, five drops of Sinister Sauce....". I still sing this song when I am cooking from a recipe.

I have been trying to explain to people for years where I got the song from. Well people THIS is where I got the song from:

The Dougs

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Youtube freekin' rocks!

Yet another one of my guilty pleasures - The Doug Anthony All Stars perform on The Big Gig in the early 1990s. It's a great example of their crass humour, plus fantastic singing.

I still want to be in a Tim and Paul sandwich.

As the mermaid said in DAAS Kapital: Paul's the one you wanna fuck; Tim's the one you think of while fucking Paul; but Richard is the one you would marry.

*sigh*

Sometimes I forget....

I don't really have much self confidence, but there a few things I am REALLY good at. One of them is singing. And sometimes even I forget that I have a great voice and I should practice and keep singing as much as possible. I have reminded recently because Vega added "Stop" by Sam Brown to their playlist. Fantastic song to sing, and I do it well.
I really owe Lynne for being able to recognise my singing. She encouraged me to join a community choir, which I really enjoyed. Being in the choir taught me that I can sing, and that I was actually quite good.
So I am outing myself and making a public pledge: I can sing. I have a really good voice, but I find it too intimidating to sing in public. Mum didn't even know I could sing until about 3 years ago, because I wouldn't even sing in front of her. Now I solemnly pledge to keep practising my singing and I pledge to sing in public. Soon.

Numa Numa Man

I was informed today that this is where the Asian Backstreet Boys got their idea. Apparently this guy was just singing along to the song, not realising his camera was on.

Bless.

Best... Birthday... Present.... EVER.....

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me.....
Well mum has given me the best birthday present ever - a genuine example of Engrish! Engrish is one of my favourite things and she has outdone herself.
This is a nylon housewife apron, but they haven't called it an apron - they have called it "close relations between family members" and the blurb on the back reads :"Shuyading makes you clean beautiful and more fashionale." I wonder if they mean "clean, beautiful" or "clean beautifully". Doesn't matter, I love it anyway!
And I have ALWAYS wanted to be fashionale!

Music that gives you a buzz

I found this on the internet today. It seems you attach it to your iPod, then insert it and buzz to the music, literally.
So the next time you see someone on the train REALLY into their iPod, you'll know why.

Naughty, naughty me....

Gee, can you tell by the fact that this is the fifth post today that I am home alone, bored, should be studying or doing housework and have had too much coffee? Nah I didn't think so!