Rather Be a Climbing Ape than a Falling Angel

I am listening to ABBA, which means that I am now only a few grey hairs away form becoming my mother. I couldn't be any more serious if I tried.

But I'll save the ranting for another day when I'm out of things to say and want to waste time.

Instead, I'm just going to babble on mindlessly and dump some links before wishing everyone a Happy New Year and going off to celebrate with my family.

The first time I was exposed to ABBA was when I was rooting around my mother's collection of tapes (yes, tapes. Cassettes. One step away from 8-tracks or vinyl or whatever the hell people listened to before the birth of the iPod).

Needless to say, I was hooked. However, years passed, disco died, and I moved on to other genres. It was only when I saw Mamma Mia! that my love for the band was revived, which led me to downloading some of their music today. Currently, I have this song as my pick-me-up when I have to drag my ass out of bed in the wee hours of the morn':



It was later covered in the movie by Christine Baranski, who completely owned that song and made it her own.
Does Your mother Know - Movie Version

Ah hell, have some more music:
Voulez Vous
Super Trooper
Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie!

But enough of the past. Tonight is New Year's Eve (once again, So Very Important), and it's time to look to the future.
My resolutions:

1. Lose weight
2. Cut down on smoking (no, I am not going to quit just yet)

...That's about it, actually. Stop laughing, I can so do it.

In other news, Terry Pratchett has been made a knight. This just makes me insanely happy *insert big cheesy grin here*

I didn't go to university. Didn't even finish A-levels. But I have sympathy for those who did.

- Terry Pratchett

Happy New Year, folks.

Merry Christmas!

Seeing as how it's Christmas Eve, I thought I'd make a holiday-themed post =)

First off, the Christmas goodies:



Songs!
12 Days of Christmas - Reliant K
Santa Baby - Kyle Minogue
Happy Christmas (War is Over) - John Lennon
What's This (Nightmare Before Christmas Cover) - Fall Out Boy
Last Christmas - Cascada
Fairy Tale of New York - The Pogues
Carol of the Bells - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Other links of interest:
Top 10 Bizarre Christmas Traditions
A Visit from St. Nicholas
Top 10 Unconventional Christmas Movies
Christmas Jokes

I was so poor growing up, if I hadn’t been a boy I’d have had nothing to play with on Christmas Day. -Rodney Dangerfield



Of course, it's not Christmas without a visit from Santa!

Good Morning, starshine.

It is 8am here. I have just returned from the Dawn Mass (it actually does, in fact, warrant the Capital Letters, it is That Special). I was cheated: after dragging my ass out of bed at whore o'clock in the morning, it was still dark when we had finished. Seriously, WTF?

The same thing happened last year, and I refused to leave until the sun rose. Despite the cold, it was fun: we kept on miss-calling Sharbil because he had the nerve to stay home and sleep instead of joining us in our torture.

The internet made up for my lack of sleep when I logged onto Twitter and saw the following:

hey hurley, what are you doing later? we should play ping pong. love mix.

So cute. Twitter is teh sex, y'all. Get an account, and we can Twitter together ^_^

Today is Christmas Eve. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. My gifts to everyone will be posted later on today ;)

Quote of the day:

I tried making a swear jar. But I would be in debt so much money if I did.
I tried once.
I currently owe myself $403.00
I am kidding.
I owe more.

-Astrid Sloane

Lost in Transit

Currently, I am in the Abu Dhabi International Airport waiting for my connecting flight to Muscat. For some reason, I can’t connect to the internet, so I’m typing this out on Word so I can post this later on. Like I mentioned in my previous post, I issued a challenge to everyone to spam my Facebook page. Astrid Swift saw it first, and the last I heard of her, she had already reached over 100 messages in my wall. That means I’ll have to sift through at least three times that amount once I get home. Oh dear…

The best thing about airports is that it provides ample opportunity for people-watching. As I am typing this, an old English man is sitting across from me reading a book. His face is red, and every now and then he looks up from the pages and seems to stare into space. On the other end of the row is a younger Asian lady. She’s reading a magazine, her face resting on her hand. Every now and then she rakes a hand through her hair, as though thinking about what she had just read. Her lips are pursed, and her brow occasionally furrows. I feel so tempted to ask her what she’s reading, but she seems so engrossed that I hate to break her concentration. She now seems to be glancing at my feet with what seems to be a look of disapproval, which might not be a good thing for me and my choice of footwear.

Well, I’m off to have a smoke in the Smoking Room (aka, Oh-dear-God-I-am-going-to-get-cancer-just-by-breathing Room). Maybe I’ll find something else with which to while my time away. I think I might get some over-priced coffee…

(Later)

Well, here I am in Costa, having a shitty-tasting Mocha Frescato. It’s strangely quiet here, and my flight is just beginning to board. It doesn’t leave for another 45 minutes, though, so I’ve got a little time left to kill. There’s another woman sitting across the hall from me, also alone. She looks a little sad and lonely, her eyes casting about for a familiar or friendly face.

Why am I making these pointless observations? It’s because I was stupid enough not to bring a book with me. It’s a first, actually.

The Challenge

All right, here's the deal.

By the time you read this, I will be on my way to the airport for 12 non-stop hours of Economy Class and all its quirks. I know that while I'm airborne, I'm going to be leaving behind some very, very bored individuals (I am so tempted to name them, but will restrain myself from doing so under the guise of protection).

So here is my challenge:
While I am gone, I want you all to spam my Facebook page

That's right, you heard (er, read) me. While I'm gone, I want you all to post on my wall, comment on my pictures or notes, poke me. Hell, even send me those stupid invites to applications! Do your worst! To make it easy, I won't even log on to Facebook while I'm in transit, only once I've gotten some sleep and a decent internet connection. That'll give you, what, 24 hours?

Bring it on, do your worst. Bet you losers won't be able to make it to 300 notifications...

Seriously

So. Fucking. Cute.
Go see more at BluBoy
I'm gonna have to thank Astrid Swift for indirectly pointing this out =P

In other news, I'm leaving in a few hours. I still haven't finished packing. Heh.

Edit: I just saw this at the bottom of my page, and had to printscreen it for great justice:

Honestly fanthings, how can you take a character like that seriously?
Here's a video I found that pretty much reflects how I felt when I saw the movie. Minus the beard, of course.

On my way home

In Subang Jaya right now. It's good to be back in my old bedroom.

About Law School (aka, the Thirteenth Circle of Hell)

So.

I study Law. That should give you an indication of why I don't update as often as I want to. That and the fact that I am unbelievably lazy, but I digress.
In a nutshell, I don't really regret my choice to study Law, but sometimes the workload is so overwhelming I don't have much energy left for anything but curling up into a fetal position and crying myself to sleep.

Just kidding. I don't have the time to cry, I just pass out the minute I hit the bed (which, incidentally, is quite comfortable once you get over the hard-as-a-rock thing it has going on).

But hey, look at me blogging away into the wee hours of the night!
Before I go to sleep, here's something I found that made me laugh at how ridiculous my field of study can be seen:

"Contracts aren't masturbation; two people are required for a valid contract."
Contracts Prof
From Overheard in Law School.

Right, new resolution

I, Michelle B., promise to update my blog more often with more interesting things to say.

STOP LAUGHING. IT'S NOT FUNNY.
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NO SERIOUSLY.