BRAINS, WONDERFUL BRAINS!

Did I mention I was doing neuroscience?

Today was a horrible day as I had two hefty assignments due today and was rushing everywhere in order to get it done and handed in. I managed to squeeze in two hours of bliss by going to a prac where I got to handle real human brains. BRAINS!

I know I'm a genetics buff, but the whole reason why I went into science was so I could do anatomy. I've always been fascinated with the human body, and what better part to specialise in, if not THE BRAIN. Anatomy has its roots based in scientific tradition, when I look down at a dead human body that was volunteered for science, I am joined by the thousands, if not millions of people before me who have looked at a human body and have been completely awed by what they saw. In my hands, I held the essence of the mind and the sacrifice a man made to let me look into the contents of his head.

Bah, I should stop trying to write feel good posts, just not me.

Anyway, I really, really REALLY wanted to take pictures but we couldn't due to privacy laws. Damnit. It's pretty hard to get a good picture of the brain online as well, which pretty sucks but you guys are familiar with it. Anyway it's such a complicated organ, with various things that aren't present in many other organs in the body.

Either way, I loved everything about today's prac, it really was quite exciting to hold a few brains in my hands.

Inequal Opportunity

I'm sure we've all been a victim of some circumstance whether it's the inability to go to college because of monetary problems, growing up a little rough because you're a different colour or something as unimportant as fighting with a sibling, not growing up in a typical family environment because of whatever reason, we all know that life just isn't fair. My question is, should we bother to do anything about it? As much as people would like to think that they are fair people, a lot of them aren't.

Inequal opportunity, like in Singapore where you can't get a good paying job unless you speak Mandarin, even though you know, everyone's taught English as a first language anyway. Children growing up in war and poverty-stricken. Children who've had their limbs chopped off, are attached to someone else even, abandoned by their parents, uneducated, HIV infected.

Are we really going to do anything about this eventually, will everyone in the entire globe be given at least a little more than what they have now? I highly doubt it, unless they help themselves. Inequal opportunity is all around us but what're we doing about it? Can anything be done in the first place? There's always an advantage and a disadvantage to whatever circumstance one is in, but shouldn't we all try to make the world a better place?

Yep, that's about as feel-good as I can get. *Grins really widely

I tried

I tried writing a feel good post, but it felt too gay, again.

Screaming raging anger mode

Shrieks!!!!!!!!!

That's it, it's time for war cry. I'm upping the game to much more than this. I'm going to cycle every night, badminton every afternoon I can and eat and just keep exercising till my body gives out. I'm sick of this bloody fat and it's going to go once and for all RAWR!

I took Alexis's advice and tried feeling the fat for muscle tonnage. She was right, my arms are way bigger and I can see the line you get on your arm through the fat type of thing. You know when you're still flabby but your muscle rises out of it when you flex type, yeah that one. It's there, I didn't have that before I started. PROGRESS! (GRABS EVERY SMALL VICTORY POSSIBLE)

My legs too, my jeans feel tighter but that's because my calves are getting bigger and my thighs are getting more toned, under the fat, again, but you can still see that line, again. I don't know about my waist, I forgot that I measured it after I ate whereas I normally measure my waist in the morning before I eat anything. So yeah, it's not that bad.

I'm just going to have to fight even harder than I am now. I'll make it, it'll be fine.

TWITCH

OK SO I MEASURED MY WAIST AGAIN TODAY AND I'M MUCH BIGGER THAN WHEN I FIRST STARTED MEASURING MY WAIST AND I'M INCREDIBLY PISSED OFF!

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Fuck it, I give up. I'm going to end up like one of them fat freakshows who can only wash themselves with a towel and a stick.

Thanks readers

I now get an average of 50 readers a day, from the 5-6 I had just a few months ago. Thanks for stopping by and dealing with my offensive behaviour. Thank you to all my readers from the States, Singapore, Romania, Germany, UK, Australia, Malaysia, I'll post something worth reading soonish.

No title, I hate thinking of titles

So I was catching up with an old friend today, we haven't spoken in awhile. Anyway, he asks about my boyfriend and stuff.

Him: Is he Muslim?
Me: Pfft, no, he's Catholic or something. We don't really care.
Him: Then what're you gonna do?
Me: What do you mean, what're we gonna do?
Him: He's not Muslim, you're Muslim, what're you gonna do?
Me: I don't care?

Why should I give a shit whether my boyfriend's Muslim or not? I mean obviously my friend's just trying to look out for me and shit, but I'm not going to judge a person based on his religion. Doing so is archaic and ignorant. Stupids.

On a somewhat but not really, related note, I might fuck my kids up by raising them in religion on purpose. Why should I be the only one who makes the realisation into agnosticism or atheism myself? If they can't find their own way, they're not my spawn anyway. Hmph.

I was going to but...

I wanted to make a list of stuff I wanted to do before I die, and the thing is, I've done most of the stuff I've already wanted to do anyway. The remainder of the list is...

Sky dive
See more of the world than I already have
Nobel prize
Nude photo shoot (Sigh, wishing, wishing, I'm too fat)
Um... ?

I've climbed a mountain before, it wasn't a really giant one, but I did when I was younger. I've been camping, I've been bungee jumping, I've traveled all around Asia. I've been rock wall climbing, kayaking, various beaches and islands around Indonesia. I've scuba dived, snorkeled, jungle trekked, been on a long sea journey on a tiny boat for days. I've read more than a hundred books by now, I dare say it's about a thousand. I've been horse riding, I've fallen in a rice padi field. I've had heaps of exotic pets, I've had 7 dogs at a time, I've had a deer, chickens, goats, cats, mice, hamsters, spiders, various caterpillars, an exotic wild cat and a large tortoise for a pet. I've headed my own charity thing, I've done charity work overseas, I've spoken to a pair of Siamese twins. I've killed animals, dissected them, played god for a little. I've lived in more than 1 country, I've lived in both a first world and a developing country. What else is there to do? Probably heaps but I can't think of anything now.

I used to have so many things on my list, but I guess I've done more things in my short life than I thought I did. Hmm, how about that? I think we all take for granted all the stuff that we've done.

What the hell's wrong with me?

Why can't I take the easiest path possible? Why didn't I just do psychology instead of physics. History and philosophy of science instead of molecular biology, why didn't I just take Bahasa Melayu instead of neuroscience? WHY WHY WHY?!

See, I should've done what all the other students are doing, just take easy subjects and leave with your degree. I can't though, I just don't see myself doing that. I do better in subjects that are harder, they're the only subjects that I ever get distinctions or credits in. Nothing else. I don't know why.

Still though, you've got to wonder, why the hell am I doing a molecular biology and neuroscience major. Why bother? BAH! The funny thing is, people'll get more interested in the neuroscience rather than the molecular biology, which is so much harder. Bah.

Cabbie Story 1 plus a little housekeeping

I'm going to start with my all-time favourite cab driver. He picked me up in Sydney, and sent me on my way to college. I was smoking a cigarette at the time, and he screamed at me to keep it lit. This happened just after George Bush Jr was elected, for the second time. YOU FUCKWITS, GOD, I was going to break the tv when I saw the news.

Me: What?
Him: IT'S MY CAB, AND I SAY YOU CAN SMOKE IN IT
Me: Um, ok? You sure?
Him: Fuck yes! These fucking cops are NOT going to tell me how I will drive MY cab!
Me: Cool *Gets in. So you really hate the cops, huh?
Him: FUCK THEM! I paid for my fucking license, and my fucking cab and I'll be FUCKED up the ass if they can tell me not to smoke in my own fucking cab!
Me: I love your attitude man, it's seriously awesome
Him: Yeah well, they're fucking power-tripping fuckwits, I fucking hate them, them and their fucking stupid faces!
Me: Um... Okaaaay...So where're you from?
Him: Ah, I'm from Iraq.
Me: Fuck, shit, I'm sorry man.
Him: For what?
Me: For whatever they're doing to your country, man. They don't even have any basis for it! And they just re-elected the retard who's responsible for it all.
Him: Yeah, fucking Americans, they just like him because he looks like a clown
Me: *Cackles! You must be facing a lot of shit here then, for being Iraqi, and Australians being ignorant fools too
Him: Eh, what you gonna do? At least Australia's not full of Arabs or rich enough to be bombed for no reason.

Most of the ride left was cracking jokes about Bush and how stupid he is, so I'll leave it there. He's the coolest cabbie, and I'm totally regretting not taking his number although he probably doesn't drive anymore.

I forgot to mention this in the first version of this post, but the reason why it was such a fun ride, besides the fact that he's a wonderful, foul-mouthed man, is that he just had no respect for any traffic safety rules. It was quite obvious where he learnt how to drive, and he was really good at it. I tend to think now, especially coming from Indonesia, that traffic rules are for ninnies who don't have fast reflexes. Anyway, he kept going up one-way streets, shouting and giving the finger to other drivers. He was AWESOME!

All right, housekeeping. I've released my email on my profile. The reason why I do this is so that more interaction could be made, there are some things that shouldn't be debated in public. I know this will probably back fire on me, but I don't really use my gmail for anything except job applications, which seem to be pretty thin anyway. So, it's there if you want to email me, etc.

The blogger's code of conduct

This was proposed by Tim O'Reilly and a bunch of other bloggers as to how bloggers should behave.

1. Take responsibility not just for your own words, but for the comments you allow on your blog.
2. Label your tolerance level for abusive comments.
3. Consider eliminating anonymous comments.
4. Ignore the trolls.
5. Take the conversation offline, and talk directly, or find an intermediary who can do so.
6. If you know someone who is behaving badly, tell them so.
7. Don't say anything online that you wouldn't say in person.

Meh... I don't really disagree with the actual guidelines, just the fact that there is code by itself. I'm thankful of the fact that the internet hasn't been really censored/monitored, yet. I mean, you would think that most of the code was common sense but the very fact that it is written, it has the possibility of actually being enforced eventually.

I would hate that, I'm extremely anti-censorship. I think we should all be responsible for the content we view, whether you're 12 or 80, you should be responsible. Personally, I believe that if a parent does not want their child exposed to certain things, they should either lock the computer, lock the internet connection, or lock their child up when they're not around. Simple as that. My mother used to unplug the computer and bring the cable around with her, yes, she's quite crazy, but it worked, somewhat.

Is it truly better for the internet to be censored and safe? Truth be told, that would be a sad, sad day for humanity if that were to occur. After centuries, we, the people, have finally found an outlet where we may voice our opinions and be judged based on our personalities only, not appearance. If that was taken away again, wouldn't that destroy who we are, again? We're not people from niceville, we're who we are. We shouldn't keep sacrificing our freedom for safety. Is safety really worth it? Sure, preservation of life is the ultimate, but at what cost? Are we no better than animals stuck in a cage, growing fat on what the zookeeper feeds them but dying on the inside watching higher ups studying you and occasionally throwing you a crumb to eat?

Cabbie blog?

I used to take a cab(taxi/taxicab) to school all the time because I was late, and cabs in Singapore are pretty cheap. I probably have enough cabbie stories to write a book about, but I'm lazy so the other option is to write a cabbie blog. What do you guys think?

SEX, AGAIN

The word is enough to make my friends cringe. Well, most of my Singaporean friends anyway. It's not as if Singaporeans don't have sex, they obviously do, they just seem to be a hell of a lot more discrete about it. It has its repercussions, like the fact that Singaporeans tend to imitate how kissing should be by sucking onto your face making you wish you were Hannibal.

Why is my country so weirded out by sex? Well, truth be told, oral sex is actually outlawed in Singapore unless it's a precursor to sexual intercourse. So's anal sex. In fact, any kind of sexual contact is outlawed effectively making us animals that only have sex to queef out offspring. Am I to actually believe this is why we're so sexually repressed? No, it's because of the Asian background.

I don't know why, but I think discipline is a very large part of the Asian culture. We have to abstain from this and that, act a certain way to our elders, basically go into a whole bdsm relationship without any actual sex. Just a lot of butt kissing, a lot of coddling and a lot of bullshit. Anyway, I'd like to point out once and for all, that the reason why sex before marriage was prohibited then was due to the fact that people used to get married once they had wet dreams/killed animals/had their period. Any sex beforehand would've been sex with a preteen, which can cause a myriad of problems to the ladies. Duh.

Anyway, back to what I was saying, why's Singapore so sexually repressed?Screw the fact that we're Asian, so what? It's not as if prostitution did not exist in ancient China or India. So we have no excuse, especially the Indians with their extremely famous Karma Sutra.

So why? Is it due to the fact that the media back home is so censored that the Titanic's tiny nipple scene was cut off in order for it to be released PG? It is due to the fact that Dracula was RA because of a nude scene? Shrug. Maybe it's because the men in Singapore tend to like a different kind of lady. A dainty, tiny, soft-featured, soft-mannered, sweet kind of lady. Completely different from the brazen, loud, opinionated, strong western females. A friend has expressed that it's possibly due to the fact that ugly and poor females have nothing else to hold on to besides their virginity.

Shrug. Hey, I'm not judging man. I just think that you'll live a very shitty life full of shitty sex with only dreams of what an orgasm could possibly feel like. Not that western females don't face the same type of orgasm problem, but you get what I mean.

Perhaps one should consider the actual benefits of having sex out of wedlock, especially since marriage is frowned upon until at least 10 years after the age where people have been getting married for millenia. I suppose the first benefit would be experience. Since you're going to start so late, you'll probably only start getting good at what you do a couple of years later. Bye bye orgasms for the fucking longest time, your husband's going to be getting off whenever you have sex, leaving you high and dry. Not the best feeling in the world.

The second benefit is that you'll be able to sample the goods before the purchase. The rest of your life is a really long time, and you want to know that you'll be satisfied with the goods BEFORE you end up with the guy/girl for the rest of your life. Plus, you'll be able to find out all those weird idiosyncrasies that many people have so that you know what you're getting into. I mean, you don't want to be with someone who's into, I don't know, crazy suspension sex right? (I think it's called suspension, but it's the one where you hang off a hook, literally)

The third benefit is that you'll actually live a little instead of being a repressed idiot who doesn't know anything about the world at all. You'll learn how it feels to have your heart broken and the satisfaction you'll get once your life is on track again. You'll realise that there's more than one love out there for you, maybe you'll find one or maybe you'll find that you don't want one. Maybe you'll realise that you prefer homosexual sex, or threesomes, or I don't know, tea bagging, whatever.

The fourth benefit is that you'll learn how to use birth control. It's called a condom. Use it, there's nothing funnier than a stressed out girl who skipped her period and stresses out about babies. Condom. Condom, condom, CONDOM.

The main point of this post is, we shouldn't just keep this type of information to ourselves. We should share it, no matter how uncomfortable we feel to the younger ones so that they don't have to go through as much hell as we did finding out about everything ourselves. Why not? Why treat it as if a sexual urge is a disease when it's obviously a natural human desire? Let's destroy all the years of sexual dysfunction that all Abrahamic religions put in place.

Is the world really coming to an end? version 2

No, I highly doubt it. I don't understand why a lot of people just enjoy romanticising the past so much. It's not as if nothing bad ever happened in the past before. It's as if only the good flighty crap from the past has been etched into peoples minds whereas the bad parts are forgotten. Let's look at one of my favourite examples for this instance: Ancient Greece.

A lot of progress was made at this time but let's not forget the bad stuff. I shall list them out for you.

1) PAGANS - They practised polytheism, nothing related to Abrahamic faiths. So they were actually THE original sinners. Gasp, who would've thought.
2) Human rights - Zilch, slaves etc
3) The orgies - They had heaps of orgies, drunken parties in the name of Dionysus, sex with boys, sex with men on men, ravishing of maidens, etc
4) Evidence of drug usage in Ancient Greece as well

I'm sure there's heaps more, but I'm lazy. I think the last couple of points pretty much substantiate my argument.

I think it's incredibly short sighted to think that drug usage is a new phenomenon. If so, then drinking alcohol should be banned as it is considered a drug as well, pharmacologically. Just because you give different names to the same class of xenobiotic substances, that doesn't mean that it is different, or better. It's not. Same thing, rose, name, etc.

I think we've got it pretty good now and we should bloody appreciate it. Human rights for some countries (Hey, it's a start) actually exist. The suffrage has happened, all we have to do is go to the supermarket to buy whatever we need. No tilling the lands, no reaping what we sow. There's no excuse for ignorance since we have the internet. We're constantly entertained, or capable of entertaining ourselves.

The only thing I have to bitch about is, where the hell is my hotel on the moon?

I just wanted to add something I saw on ecd's blog. Once again, we have conflicting opinions and I thought it would be better if I voiced it on my blog instead. I believe that children are TOO PROTECTED. They bloody are, we can't say that children in the past have been safer, they haven't. They've been exposed to drugs too, possibly public executions and definitely a lot more harsh reality than children now. I would think that because of the way we spoil our children these days, that's why they're turning out as weird, degenerate and apathetic as they are. Every child is sheltered as much as possible, beyond belief and not allowed to grow and mature as well as they should. The result is your typical angry teenager who isn't allowed any freedom, goes slightly psychotic during the awkward years and hates their parents for not preparing them better.

Equality, damnit!

I think we're losing our way a little here. I advocate equality, I do not wish to be treated any differently to any male counterpart in the workplace or just in general. I do not believe that the reason why thousands of women fought for "equality" under the guise of feminism, which is technically supposed to be pro-equality too, for superiority. That's exactly what a lot of women seem to be working towards. Maybe I'm missing out on this crazy plan to take over the world, or I just find that it's completely going against what feminism is supposed to stand for.

I wouldn't say I was a feminist, not because of the ideology behind it, but the people who claim to advocate it. I'm not a female who hates males, I recognise that both sexes have their plus points and bad points and that we should recognise them and move on to other things. We've been around for a millenia people, it's time to move on.

You can't claim for equality in the work place, and expect men to handle with you kitten(is that it?) gloves. We shouldn't be forcing men to go to sexual harassment seminars or some shit just because they say a sexist remark too. If that were the case why isn't there a sexual harassment seminar for women to treat men better? Because there isn't, we feel socially responsible to provide miss female with a pedestal. She has to be treated differently to other male colleagues, people have to watch what they say in front of her, she can't be touched in any way or that will seem like sexual misconduct.

Is this really the type of living we want? Sure, it feels good, but is this really what they were fighting for? Are we just abusing our little bits of pseudo-power right now?

Is that it?

We just don't see

Ecd is always praising me on his blog. It's quite frequent, not that I'm bitching, but I just don't see half the things he says in me. And it doesn't really stop there, in fact a lot of things people say about me, I just don't see. It got me thinking to the things other people don't see about themselves. I wonder if ecd sees what a nice person he is, that he's managed to use his blog as a sort of meeting point for beautiful minds. That he praises others and myself on his blog all the time, that he plugs our blogs so others will read them too. I wonder if he notices.

I wonder if Alexis realises how much I respect her, and I should ask her if I can link her blog to mine. Alexis is a wonderful person with a good heart and reminds me of myself when I was younger. Just a more clean cut, less vulgar and angry/ranty/bitchy me. She's doing and accomplishing a lot in her high school life and I hope she realises what a gem that is. You really should get off your arse and do stuff in high school, when you still have time and for that I salute you, Alexis.

I wonder if Amarpreet realises how much I love her, how similar we are in so many ways. I respect the fact that we're both fueled by anger and that we embrace it as it gives us a lot of strength. I also love the fact that more often than not, a lot of people may not be able to see past the ferocity and realise that we're actually just really loving people with no patience or tolerance for stupidity and/or cruelty. Amarpreet is a very strong woman who won't stand for any bullshit and gives a voice to people who don't have one.

I wonder if The Seditionist realises how much I love reading his blog. Even though we may have varying political viewpoints, it's still a pleasure to read what I hope is most of his typing. *Cough! (I'll do a better plug for you soon, I promise) I still can't understand how he can find the time to write so much on his blog. It's amazing.

There's other people I should be "wondering" about, but it's late and I'm sleepy. I suppose the point I was trying to make is, a lot of us go about our daily lives without realising our own self worth. We're just walking around, doing what we have to do to get through the day without realising the treasures we have inside us, as compared to everyone else's. Take a moment today to realise how great YOU are (not too much, you don't want to be a snob like me) and go to bed realising that life isn't as dark as it seems to be.

Damaged goods

I'm sorta dedicating this post to a good friend of mine who has officially joined the circle of damaged goods. Most of my friends seem to be damaged goods now, I don't know whether it's because we've just been alive long enough to experience a higher probability of being damaged or whether the damaged just congregate together.

Now, I'd like to say right now that he's a wonderful guy, very good looking and extremely kind BUT he's had his heart stomped on and put in a blender one too many times. Yes, the damaged and the damager is anyone and everyone. You can be more fortunate than others and still have something destroy your being even for a little while. I think I'm going to refer to ground zero damage as being in the blender.

The worst thing about being in the blender is that you do the most stupid things that you wouldn't ever do at a normal period of time in your life. It's the usual things, you sleep around or get a fuck buddy, you get a haircut, dye your hair, go on a major shopping spree, you change your boyfriend/girlfriend, you get a pet, you decide that it's time to adopt or give birth to your own child, you find someone that you might have fallen in love with but ended up destroying every single fiber of innocence that (s)he may have had left after high school. It happens.

I'm willing to admit now that I've been in the blender, in fact I spent most of the past few years getting tossed around. I'm also willing to admit that being in the blender was one of the worst experiences I've ever had and that I'm sincerely sorry to whoever else I turned into damaged goods in the process. It's happened, it's how I got turned into damaged goods in the first place. It's how my new blender friend has turned into damaged goods too. It's a horrible plague of broken people breaking other people in the process while trying their best to glue the pieces of their miserable lives back together.

It's really sad to think that at any one moment there's a few hundreds of thousands of people miserable because of heartache. Ok, I know it's quite inconsequential compared to famine and wars but the whole phenomenon of love is a really interesting subject.

Anyway, there's nothing much else I can say about damaged goods without talking about my own experiences... Not very ideal.

Welcome to the ring of misery, friend. Hope you realise what you're doing right now will destroy who you're with too.

Schizophrenic Mice on weed

It's pretty cool, I managed to bag this research project for pharmacology. How interesting!

Everyday I love you less and less - Kaiserchiefs

Over the past couple of days I went to 3 really good gigs. I went to Arctic Monkeys, Kaiserchiefs and The Academy Is... They were all really good, I have to say that Kaiser Chiefs were so much better live than I expected.

Sigh, I'll write something intelligible soon, I promise.

I DID ANATOMY FOR A REASON YOU FUCKBITCH!

Oh yes, I'm angry and for a very valid reason I might add. My lecturer was talking about experiments he was doing on vas deferens of a guinea pig and my friend sniggered, looked at me and said, "please excuse the lady." *TWITCH

PLEASE EXCUSE THE LADY!? THE LADY?!

First of all, I may be female but it's not as if the word penis causes me any discomfort. It's part of the human body, the vas deferens may be associated with that reproductive organ but I do not see how the fact that I am female should make me unaware of such a thing. So what? It's just a penis. Let me put it simply to you philistines.

I'm female, I have a vagina. Yes, a vagina. I also have breasts, behind those breasts are mammary glands. That's why we're called mammals, because the females have breasts. Men have breast tissue too, which is why trannies can grow breasts by ingesting female hormones. These pictures are included just to show how not ashamed or irky I am about the anatomy of the female human body.

There, that's the female part. Males have a penis. It's just a penis, it's not as if the lecturer was talking about waving his dick around and doing R-rated stuff with it for his work for fuck's sake. Why do you believe that I can't be unprofessional when it comes to the talking about anatomy? Surely you could expect a 3rd year student to have a little bit of decorum about themselves, yes? Apparently not. Hmph.

For those who may ask, I think it would be less disturbing that I have breasts and vagina on my blog rather than large diagram of penis.

If you consider the things I have to work with, like cyclopia and various other weird genetic traits/diseases, I don't think you'd really be all shy and stupid about a hunk of flesh hanging of some guy's belly.

Example of disorders:
Xeroderma Pigmentosum, her skin can't repair itself after exposure to UV rays

What you see below is cyclopia



















This is known as Incontentia Pigmenti








This is known as Prader-Willi Syndrome, I know it's just a fat kid, but it is a syndrome damnit.










Proteus Syndrome









Need I say more? If I can act professionally, look and study these disorders, don't you think I can stand to be in the same room when a doctor mentions conducting experiments on some obscure part of the male genital region!? Stupid boys with their stupid sexism. Hmph.

2 weeks = 2 Inches

I've officially lost 2 inches of my waist, I thought that would qualify for a celebratory post. You see, I'm on a self-made diet and exercise plan right now and after I've lost the weight I'll be putting it on this website for free. HAH, SUCKAZ. Then again you could follow any diet and exercise plan there is in the entire world but you won't keep the weight off if you don't have... Discipline. Yes, the dreaded word.

See, not all of us can be naturally skinny bitches and a lot of them aren't just born that way either. Us fatties are, by nature, lazy. It's true, I don't want to admit it but it is. I'm not going to toot my own horn yet though, I'll wait for a few more weeks until I'm a decent weight before I brag too much about my own discipline.

So... Until then, I've lost 2 inches off my waist in 2 weeks following a DECENT exercise plan which isn't too vigorous, strenuous or needs an excessive amount of discipline and misery. Cheers, let's hope this plan works until I'm a supermodel. Proposed bikini picture will apply, if I get back to my size 6-8 figure. Hmph.

Beat your kids

I sincerely believe that you should beat your kids. Beat the living daylights out of them, beat them for being noisy, for having a smart mouth and for thinking differently! Nah, I kid, not for being different but I really wish parents would continue to beat their kids. Why not? If I were in a supermarket and if my child wasn't behaving appropriately I would pop him in the mouth and tell him to shut up.

Well, not that hard, you don't really need to hit them to the point where they bleed, their skin breaks, they can't walk anymore, they've got bruises everywhere. You don't need to do that, just hard enough to know who's boss. Children need to be taught these things, they need to be taught control, not be abused. There's a fine line between, but I'm sure if you're dumb, I mean smart enough to milk the cow in the right place, you're smart enough to figure out how hard you should smack your children so that they learn.

Look at the "increasing" numbers of children in the states and other pussy first world countries that are being diagnosed with ADHD? What could bring about this phenomenon besides the fact that discipline has gone to shits over the past generation? Sure, it could be our lazy lifestyles, our television or the internet but I'm sick and tired of hearing parents say they cannot control their children. You should have smacked them when they were young, when they can't fight back ;) . Anyway, parents should recognise that they are the first point of contact between a child and the world. If you cannot teach your children how to behave at a young age, how do you expect to control them when they're old enough? It's quite obvious that if you are incapable of doing your job as a parent, your child's development will become quite stunted.

Smack your children, it's cheaper than a therapist and when they're older they'll realise that you were doing it so that they'd be better people.

SICK AGAIN

So yesterday I decided to actually go to the doctor and get my prescription. I swear, they should just know me at the pharmacy and sell me antibiotics without needing to look at a prescription.

Pharmacist(ph): Oh hello Adena, how're you going?
Me: *Thinks (HOW DO YOU THINK I'M GOING YOU FUCKING BITCH) I'm going fine, thanks. Here's my prescription, again.
Ph: Oh that's nice, sick again?
Me: *Thinks (No, I'm here because I want to go down on you, RAWR) Yeah, must've caught the flu again.

Grumbles. I've been slightly feverish the past few weeks and the funny thing is, I've only gotten worse after taking my antibiotics.

Sigh

So I decided to surf through a few blogs before I went to bed. Bad idea, it seems the random or next blog button seems to be a little screwed. It just shows me the same shit over and over again BAH!!! I managed to find one or two potential kewl blogs to visit. Hopefully that'll be all good.

Man, I HATE people who type with alternate caps. That's got to be one of the major things that piss me off. It's right up there with ants. Yeah, that's the reason why I named the blog... I love squishing ants. I hate ants, heaps. HEAPS. Nothing pleases me more than squishing the cursed things. And the saddest thing is, it tends to be from annoying blogs from my home town. Snarl.

Hi, fellow Singaporeans. We should put a stop to the whole alternate capslock thing. Seriously, you don't think it's bad enough that people think Singapore's somewhere in China? They see a couple of Singaporean bloggers, with the alternate caps, and they'll think WE are stupid. It's NOT cute! It's not sibei whatever you want it to seem like ok? It just isn't. Maybe you're like 14 or something, but you know how paiseh I feel anot? Can you stop embarrassing us anot? I don't mind you speaking singlish like this one, just don't fucking alternate cap. It seriously makes me sibei pekcek, just fucking stop it!

For non-Singaporeans, that was semi-Singlish speak. I'll explain another day when I'm less irritated.

Raw meat woes

So, today I bought a whole chicken from the butcher so I could make something tasty. The funny thing about it was my friend freaked out when I started playing with the chicken's head. She just went all psycho and the reason why is because it still looks like the original animal. Do people actually feel less responsible when they're just choosing parts of an animal as compared to the whole chicken?

The responsibility is still there, the reason why this animal died is to feed you. That was the purpose of its life, the purpose of its death. The sum of its existence, all the experiences it may have had, all the days and weather it has fared has just been so you could eat it one night. I'm not complaining, I would kill a cow if I had to. Fuck that, I seriously don't find anything wrong with killing an animal for some purpose of my own. And the only people who're allowed to be angry about this is people who have sworn off any type of meat, eggs and milk inclusive.

Why should I feel guilty? Things are living off me too, my dead skin flakes, my food in my bowels. I don't see how that's any different.

I must be incredibly weird.

I still hate people touching me

I still can't get over it, I refer to one of my oldest posts : http://ilovesquishingants.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-injustice-i-shall-never-forget.html

I realise that I still haven't gotten over it. I think of it a lot less than I used to but it still pops up once in awhile. I still hate people touching me, just in general. It irks me, I think I've only been successfully picked up once. I especially hate the whole touching thing that you do in western culture. Touch the shoulder, put your arm around someone type action brings the I'll-stab-you-in-the-eye-if-you-don't-get-off-me type reaction. I'm getting better though, I don't mind the whole meet and kiss cheek thing but that's probably because father's side of family always does it. Merf.

Maybe one day I'll get better.

Redbull rocks

It has saved my sorry ass a million times. Go redbull! (Should totally be sponsored, I mean, my site DOES get at least 2 people a day) Sticks giant L on my forehead.

Maybe I can make a quick buck off this

I'm doing a little extra research on dieting, dieting supplements and exercise techniques. I'm wondering, if I suck off somebody else's work and I market it well enough, I'll be able to sell this idea off and make a quick buck or two. It's horrible, I know, but heaps of people have done it before. I am researching as well, just compiling a list of other people's work. I'll reference them though, because I'm a nice girl that way.

I've got a current plan going on, being quite undisciplined and such but lost about an inch since last week. Hmmm. I probably shouldn't advertise the scam.

Welcome to links

I have a new link on my blog. I know, I know, I don't put up as many blog links as I should but the seditionist is a blog worth reading. Go visit him and give his blog the attention it deserves!

Should we brand HIV patients?

YES! Damnit, screw ethics committees! I don't know why this idea hasn't surfaced earlier, there's racists and sexists and other -ists all over, but nobody talks about a segregation that might be better imposed by world leaders in order to curb the spread of HIV. Sure, the HIV vaccine is in the works, at least in phase 3-4 in Sydney anyway and that is a marvelous breakthrough. Unfortunately, this doesn't mean that HIV isn't infecting new people every year. Perhaps the easiest way this can be curbed is to brand HIV patients. Their medical records are known, they can't give blood (this's probably in place).

One of the reasons why I've never had a one night stand is because HIV scares the living fuck out of me. It might be because of my scientific background, but viruses sincerely scare the living shit out of me. After taking a module of microbiology I nearly developed obsessive compulsive disorder because I knew that microbes are bloody everywhere and can grow in alcohol. EEP! Anyway HIV is a scary mother, it is definitely heartless of me to say or think this way but I can't help it. I don't want to contract hiv, nor any of my friends of family.

Do you think that would've just saved the world a lot of grief, if HIV patients were branded and we just didn't screw them?