All right, so google has kindly informed me that I have caused detriment to the sponsors and that they have stopped my account. I don't know whether it's to do with my recent content or whatever, frankly, I don't really give a shit. I'm not going to change my blog content for sponsors. I don't get paid enough.
I might change the google site to a paypal account, which is desperate, I know but hopefully someone will see it and donate some moolah to the broke undergraduate fund.
Could you still be friends with someone if you found out that they had raped someone or was violent to a female? Could you just look past that and pretend that, that bit of information never reached your ears? It's a completely different ballgame to being friends with people who periodically break women/mens' hearts. I don't see how anyone can condone rape or beating up a girl, but they do. There's NO SUCH THING as sitting on the fence for this one, and it is NEVER a woman's fault that someone ELSE could not control his fists. If you see a friend being abused, staying quiet and letting it happen is the same thing as condoning it. At the very least, you should advise her on what to do and help her escape if she wants to.
Even if that girl wasn't me, I would never remain friends with somebody if I know they've done such things to a girl. It's a very well known fact that females are physically weaker than males and yet this particular person has repeatedly beat his girlfriend up and his friends ignore it. She walks around with a black eye, or broken lip and nobody does anything. They don't think it's their place to, but they should, damnit.
How can you be friends with a fucking asshole like that? How can you ignore that he's a meek, disgusting shell of a human being that doesn't deserve the same kind of consideration given to other human beings? How can you laugh at his jokes and pretend that he deserves anything less than being dragged dick first by a car through a crowded street? It sickens me.
I'm not hanging out with him anymore, there is nothing more despicable to me than that sort of violence. Even if I meet him in the street in a few years time I still wouldn't acknowledge him, a man like that doesn't deserve any respect. This may be considered two completely separate things but, what's the difference between a child rapist and a normal rapist? They both prey on the weak, they both cause irreparable damage and they are both scum of the earth. We should label these violent men with the same disgust we give to child molesters.
Stolen from Lance.
I am not a hippie, while I despise having to pay thousands of dollars for designer clothes and excessive amounts of money for food, I also understand that people need to make money. That's fine, everyone's in the same game.
I was just thinking about counterfeit goods, you would assume the counterfeit goods you get in China, where it is in abundance really, is fake. Why is it considered fake though? Sometimes the factories make excessive amounts of clothing and sell them on the streets. Even paying 100 usd for each item would be a lot more than they would receive just being paid to make them. If they were made in the same factory, why are they fake? The reasonable assumption to this would be that the designers don't get paid for their design however, what design is really worth a thousand fucking dollars? What materials and design really cost a few thousand dollars? Then again, overpricing shit is the basis of making any decent money. Kudos to them, one day I will make my own bag design and sell it for a million dollars. Probably not.
A few nights ago I had the most horrific dream. This just occurred within the span of one night but my dream seemed to take me to a completely different place altogether. Note, the entire time was spent in real time, not summarised moments as it is for most dreams.
Here's a short summary of the dream:
My dream starts with a visit to the doctor who informs me that I was four months pregnant.
Too late for an abortion, the nightmare begins.
Journey back to Singapore in shame, degree unfinished and a child on the way.
5 months of preparation for the birth, the whole she-bang, classes, disappointed talks from family, gossip, etc.
The birth, in a specific location in a specific hospital (Mount Elizabeth Hospital, an actual hospital) with a specific room number, specific doctors and nurses whose faces I can still remember.
Note to self, get a c-section, crapping your pants as part of your own dream is a major nightmare.
Post-birth, I remember my son's face and his green eyes with the wavy brown hair, holding him closely and stroking his skin. This part wasn't that much of a nightmare as much as realising the immense responsibility of his birth.
And that was my summarised 5 month long dream. Very, very weird and detailed to the point where I haven't forgotten it even though it's been awhile. The dream's actually prompted me to start exploring things that I've always wanted to do and haven't had the chance to like future moving to another country and following my own path. I do hope, when I do give birth, the circumstances will be quite different.
It's been 5 days since my last exam and I still can't relax. They should give us more time during the holidays to get over the wrath of exams. I'm still thinking which parts of the brain are activated when I do something, which cranial nerve gets excited, etc. I think it'll take me a week of purely trying not to think to slowly get over this pain. That's fine though, at least I know the things I studied have stuck with me this time.
I feel like I'm losing my blogging twitch. I used to be able to bitch about so many things whereas now I'm just interested in how the brain works and genetic control. Yes, damnit, I believe in eugenics and I'm proud of it. There should be some form of genetic control instead of allowing literal "freaks of nature" to survive. Of course, I define a literal freak of nature as someone who has a fatal mutation that is unable to live a relatively normal life even with medication. Like the harlequin children, even with medication they're unable to live a normal life. This of course, is different from diabetics who're able to live a relatively normal life with medication.
I have heaps of unfinished posts that I should attend to...
