Supercalifragilisticexpiallidocious

It's the thing to say when you don't know what to say.
And I really don't know what to say.

Except that I have a killer headache.

Oh, and that I spent another day in 1U- watched Take the Lead and shopped around. The movie was actually quite good. All that ballroom dancing made me want to up and start taking lessons. Real ones, not the 'come when you want to, pay on exit' kind I took earlier this year. There's such fire and passion in the dance, it takes your breath away just watching.

Spent the day with old school friends who I haven't seen for about a year and who I probably won't see again for another. God, this is so sad. We live in the same area, within walking distance of each other, in fact. And most of them seem to be going off to do Accountancy. Yeacch!!
It would be great if they'd really wanted to do it. But I don't remember any of them ever mentioning that. One was intent on doing medicine, the other on law. The only reason, I believe, that they've chosen Accounting is because that's what they were offered.

NO!! No, no, no! You do not simply accept whatever comes your way. You do not compromise your dreams and ambitions, forsake them for another plan thrust upon you by some disinterested, unfeeling university administrator, just because its an easy route. Build yourself a career, a goal, then wrap you fist around it tight and NEVER let go. Not for the advise of your parents, not for the chidings of snooty relatives, not for the rejection of your applications, and especially not for that little voice that has taken permanent residence in a part of your brain.

I don't understand these people who would so willingly admit to the will of others. I'm one to talk, you may say, seeing as I still haven't settled on a course. But then if I were like these people, I would be cracking my skull on a hard marble surface while simultaneously trying to cram for an entrance exam into med school. Thank God for obstinance.

I wonder what would happen to them? How can they receive any satisfaction from a job they didn't choose?At 40, past their prime, will they glance in envy to those that now hold the postions they once dreamed of? Then turn again and quel their regrets with the sight of beautiful homes, expensive cars, and doting families?

But what would happen to the likes of me, so intent on pursuing MY chosen career (whether or not its chosen)? Why, I could be glancing in envy at all those I had turned my nose up to - them in their spacious apartments and sharp business suits - while I try to make ends meet, blissfully happy in pursuing my passions.

But one thing is for sure...I will never look back and ask myself,"What if?"

Lists

Things I need to buy:

1. PROM DRESS
2. shoes for said prom
3. Accessories also for prom
4. Make-up (ditto)
5. Bag (to carry all my stuff for prom - make-up, phone, cash for drinks(hehe), CAMERA)

Things I want to buy:

1. pants from Blook
2. jeans from anywhere
3. earrings, as many as possible
4. flip-flops

(Why is it shopping heads my list of lists?)

Books I want to read:

1. Catcher in the Rye
2. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
3. A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking
4. Wuthering Heights by a Bronte sister (I forget which)
5. Holy Blood Holy Grail
6. The God of Small Things
7. A Walk to Remember
8. Hamlet and Macbeth and the Merchant of Venice
9. The Iliad and Oddyssey (if I ever could)
10. Milton's Paradise Lost

(I think 10's enough for now)

Things I want to watch:

1. Benchwarmers
2. The Omen (the original)
3. I'm into musicals now - any suggestions?
4. sappy romantic movies even if they have no effect on me
5. Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (for old time's sake)
6. ..and Jungle Book and Bedknobs and Broomsticks...(I'm being swept in wave of nostalgia here)

Things I HAVE to do:

1. Decide on a career
2. Find a suitable degree

and sixth and lastly, figure out what I want to do with my life.

There's always time...

My inbox is full to the brink with junkmail - Tickle newsletters, Friendster reminders and message alerts, even threatening e-mails, and annoying chain letters. Allow me to digress a little here. The fools who think these ridiculous e-mails up are bad enough, you could even pity them f0r having such a sucky life, but worse are those that believe in these stupid things and send it around to torment every person in their address book. "Send this e-mail to 20 people and you will have good luck for a year"; "Forward this to 15 people and your crush will ask you out". Think of responding to such statements!! Are these people so despairing as to resort to such idiotically fruitless measures as these? Or are they merely out of their minds? Frankly, for their sakes, I would pray for the latter. To all those repeat chain mail suckers out there - if you want to go out with someone, take the tried and tested route and ask the person out. And there's no such thing as luck - good or bad - (although we do seem to pin an awful lot of our daily lives on them) just good, honest hard work and those too lazy to carry it out. So next time one of them doggone chain letters comes along, hit 'delete', and whatever you do, please please don't forward them to me.

OK wait a minute, that wasn't the reason for this post. Forgive the rant. What I was going to say was that amidst all this trash, there sometimes lies buried little gold nuggets of wisdom. This one I just had to share with everyone. Here's the story I found:

The mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours
in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar..and the 2 cups of coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided," I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal." Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

=p I'm always up for a visit to Starbucks!

GROWL

Blah!! Gah!! Grrr!!!

Bloody World Cup!! My living room is jam-packed with about 15 people, all glued to the TV. All males- brother, his friends, father, his friends, uncles, cousins. Just what these testosterone-fueled creatures find so fascinating about watching 22 men chasing after a ball and slapping each others behinds is beyond me. And when a team scores a goal? I swear the walls of my house shook that last time. Oh yes, and of course the women are all huddled outside sipping on wine, and making just as much noise as the men.

And in the midst of this pandemonium do I sit trying my level best to read Faustus, catch up on math. By this I mean that I attempted to escape to the sanctity of my room..attempted being the operative term here. And then, of course, there is the constant requests, orders. Too bloody lazy to get off their heavy behinds themselves, or perhaps too afraid that they'd miss some oh! so important part, its "Shaku, turn on the fan", "Shaku, dim the lights", "Shak, get me a glass of water, please".

I have 2 fricking papers on monday, thanks for bloody caring. I came down after a shower at 8 to find that my house had been taken for a football hub. If this becomes a constant occurence throughout the season I'm moving out and that's flat.

Realising pretty quickly that studying would be an impossibility, I of course turned to good old Blogger to help relieve my frustrations. Of course, half-time starts and everyone suddenly wants to use the computer. "Open the e-mail I sent you, mummy wants to read it" and "Look this word up on the net for me." Jeez! And when I finally get to log in to Blogger, it takes forever for the page to load. Typical.
Growl, Snarl, Tear.

*deep breath* Phew! Ranting and raving like that really took a load off my chest. Thank you Blogger.

Shhh! Listen! Do you know what I hear? NOTHING! Haha..the TV's off and I have some peace and quiet at long last. It'll probably only last till the next match begins so I'd better make good use of the time I have.

~Football is a gentleman's sport played by hooligans, rugby is a hooligan's sport played by gentlemen~