then they invented the talkies.

Black and white screwball comedies are the best type of comedies there is and ever will be. The Lady Eve 1941 has to be my favouritest screwball comedy ever. Ranking up there with It Happened One Night and My Man Godfrey. They don't make comedies the way they did in the 1940s, goofy, sweet, clean and ever so slightly corny. Henry Fonda is such a dish!

holiday? or not.

Ah, bliss. friday will be the start of a 4 week Easter holiday before the final leg of university begins. I best enjoy it while I can before the madness of job hunting and actual job begins.

But typical to university life, I have so much to do in 4 weeks. 2 assignments, job hunting, job applying (yes even before graduation, we are vying for jobs) and reading up for neuro placement. sigh. looks like it won't be such a wonderful holiday after all. take a chill pill, Zoe, take a chill pill. or a giant valium.

here's to the last few months of university life. I will miss it. But then again, I won't.

that light unto my feet

every time i get anxious about exams and the future, God does something incredible to reassure me that it's all gonna be okay. you'd think God would be tired of such trivial thoughts that He'd box my ears for listening to all the negativity around me. Nah. Today, I heard something amazing that I have done incredibly well in final year (through the grapevine of course). that to me is amazing. the progression from first to final year is incredible, its only God's mercy and grace! what else could it be! certainly not due to this brain of mine.

here's to the final exams and applying for jobs, i will not worry because my God is so big and strong.

Thank you Big Daddy!

(i really like the picture below, with the flashing light because i'm so technologically challenged that i'm still fascinated by moving pictures.)

non verbal communication

its amazing how the power of speech, body language and volubility of a person can influence even the most hostile of audiences. today i sat in a lecture where the former chief physio of Manchester United and current chief physio of Blackburn talked about his job. Now, let me just say, I am not interested in the least in becoming a sports physio. Not now, not ever. But he didn't make it out to be a glamourous world. on the contrary, he painted a real picture of competitive bitchy pansy-assed players and the obligatory domineering manager (couldn't tell if he was referring to his current manager or the former, whats the difference anyway?)

still, i was fascinated. i still wouldn't like to work in any professional sporting club, be it football or rugby league or crown green bowls but the way he carried himself with such confidence, it was enthralling. its like that story "Destination Unknown" by Agatha Christie (she describes with much better flair), where the twisted evil-genius-millionaire practically hypnotises the crowd with the mere power of his words.

The power of motivational speakers, the power of politicians! and the vulnerable weak minds of the masses. fascinating business.

By the way, he graduated from salford uni physio school. another fact: the current Man utd physio also graduated from salford university. so yeah, feeling a teensy bit proud of salford university now, well, maybe just the school of physiotherapy.

note to self: give self a swift kick in the arse each time self gets stressed about the future, assignments and work. self must not have such little faith!

will do, self!

yeah cos i got nothing better to do or say

i cannot believe my life has gotten so drab that i look forward to a comedy evening out next week. just for a chance to laugh at unknown brit comedians. next thursday, 7 days away! can't find anything more interesting to do for the next 7 days. feel like a mindless robot, working and thinking about the next task to do all the time. i am what my life is at the moment. B-O-R-I-N-G.

on a side note, today i am a firm believer that all men should wear suits all the time. this is because today i saw a regular slob turn into a fit, trim looking professional. and i had to think for 5 minutes before i realised i knew this slob. call me a convert, i do believe in the power suit.

the preponderance of liberation over slavery

choices. sometimes i just want somebody to order me around instead of giving me freewill and options! but this is the reward of liberated man, bought with the ultimate sacrifice on the cross. it is up to us to make the right ones with the guidance of the omnipresent Spirit within us.

i am making the choice to cut out all the junk tv that sucks the soul out of me and turns me into a mindless minion via its subliminal pagan messages. like Glee and all the other american sitcoms. we'll see how that works out.