Monday, March 30, 2009

Urban Jungle & Earth Hour

Tidbits: Okay, you actually had to wait for another 1000 years for another post, but some stranger who left a kind comment (hopefully sincere) in my cbox gave me the oomph that I needed. Ah, me and my narcissism.
This post is going to be all about going green. Technically and literally.
Going to FRIM is technically going into the green isn't it? Lush forests, soothing sounds of bugs, birds and waterfalls and bunch of monkeys migrating back into the wilderness after discovering they weren't meant for the city. amen.

Yeah, these.

You know what I really like about the jungle? Nature calls when you're enjoying nature. The best part is, you answer nature's call....anywhere you like.


Get the point?


Even the little critters in the jungle are more obedient than their city cousins. More photogenic too. Or maybe they were attracted to my pheromones, like bees to honey.


Ain't she prettier than the ones you see at home? Or behind the mamaks.


Amazed? Okay, now close your mouth.
Here comes the highlight.



You have this to thank for the prevention of STDs

Told you nature's good!

Okay, now to the more literal side of going green.

As you all know (or probably don't), Earth Hour was last Saturday. It was the time our Earth go dark, or at least it was supposed to. Kudos to those who survived an hour of cavemen life, and I certainly hope your cave isn't air-conditioned. Want to know the biggest irony?

One Utama went all out in support of Earth Hour. Yeah, we get your point, so when are you turning off your plasma tvs shining brightly saying 'One Utama supports Earth Hour'. Sigh, hypocritical city people.

Live in the dark for an hour and see the world in a new light. At least I did after 9.30.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Life is Good

Tidbits: Life is what you make of it which is why I need to tell myself ' Life is Good' everyday to keep myself sane. So what, I'm still a rock star.

I think my life has become chronically lifeless.Life is on life-support machine now which would be my very interesting classes in college. Okay, that's such a lifeless thing to say. Hmm, a point to ponder.

I will blog about my FRIM trip with the 'monkeys' soon enough. I need more life to write that post. It will not do the 'monkeys' justice for they are a really lively bunch who get excited by beehoon lunch instead of bananas. I think if I were to offer my banana, it'll be chaos. Hmm, females, control is key.

Anyway, college is really the opposite of school. Classes are way more interesting than extra-curricular activities. Take for example my English class. Ms Chandra can be so unfunnily funny in her own way. Just today, we debated about the liberation of women in today's society. In other words, it's the battle of the sexes la. The male team has only one member, whilst the female team has a lot of oestrogen with one handsome and very eligible perfect future husband. No points for guessing who he is. The silent ones during the argument just couldn't decide which sex they want to be I guess.

On a totally unrelated note, I'm liking my Calculus lecturer. Remember the one whom I promoted in one of my previous posts. I just found out he's of German and Indian heritage. Actually, if he were to read this, I can already picture his 24/7 smiling face which exposes his unDarlie-like teeth to the whole class. In commemoration of Earth Hour, we turned off the lights in class 5 minutes before class ended, yet again no points for guessing who came up with this 'brilliant' idea.I took advantage by making funny faces at him and the best part is he can't see in the dark.Despite the fact that he is driving the girls in college up cloud nine, just like I do, he's a great person to 'zha' and be left speechless. The worst get-back-at-you line he can come up with is, 'You three stooges la". Haha. Funny. Really funny. Don't you think it's funny. Funny ain't it?


On Thursday, I officially lost my clubbing virginity. The first time is always the most painful, that's what they say right? Anyway, I'm bittersweet about it. I like it and I don't like it. I think it's a place where you have to go with the right people. It's a place that tests your own faith. I can see myself going once in a while, but at the end of the day, I'm still a Starbucks kind of kid. Nothing beats a good read with great coffee and better people at Starbucks. A club is like cancer in a room. Man, the smoke!


I'm bored and boring. Someone fly me to Prague.

Friday, March 13, 2009

The Age of Conformity

This post contains quotes I always reflect on when I think we are victims of a problem that we don't even realise how it affects us.
I think the hoohah about public examinations are too hoohah-ed that it makes people go hoohah. Period.

Yes, I did well, life goes on because there's life after SPM.
You didn't do well? Oh guess what, life still moves on, and it doesn't wait for you to finish your thousand-year emotional ordeal. I think most of those who have started college will know best.

"Don't cling to things because everything is impermanent."
I think this sounds utterly cliche and especially for someone who did considerably well, those who did score would probably think it's crap. Yet still, I know how you feel. The feeling as insignificant as humanly possible when you do not get what you want.
"What happened? Life."
Sometimes things like these bring out the ugly side of people, even the people who should be standing by you with arms wide open for consolation. It's sad to see. I don't mean to question parenting styles, but parents should really be the parents their children need at least at that moment of time. As a child myself, I think that to hear something disparaging from the lips of your own parent is like adding salt to the already badly wounded heart. So make a change to things, you wouldn't want to change things only when you child tests the gravitational pull of Earth from the tenth floor.
"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair."
After the thousand year emotional turmoil, sit down and think. In a quiet place free from expectations, judgements and culture, reflect on yourself. When I reach a downpoint so low, I take a ticket to a place where many of us hold and keep what is really dear to us- the heart.
I go there and I sit around. Asking, thinking and discovering what truly matters. This is sounding more and more like fiction, but isn't life a fiction that you pen? Our biggest mistake is that we don't see the grades as grades itself, but as a determinant to a bright future. It might be, but it's not the only. Again bright in this context is to find the shine of gold thinking it'll give us everything we need. Maybe, it's true to a certain extent in the world nowadays, but I've always believed that it'll give a person only as much as it can possibly give. I dare say one of the most ill feelings one can have is to have so much but feel so empty.
"I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it."
I've always been fascinated by culture. It is something that we grow and revel in. It plays such a significant role in shaping us into what we are. Many at times, we refuse to give in to cultural norms and taking a stand in what we believe in. Yet, unknowingly we fall into its trap. There's no one to blame for the way a culture is set, and the trap is there not because someone chose to build it. If we really want to find someone to throw all the blame at, then we are all guilty as charged. Culture is shaped and moulded with the bare hands of everyone in the same environment. What's right, what's wrong, what's good and what's bad today is very much predefined by culture and most of us, as this post clearly says, conform. We all do, and we all shouldn't. Having the faith and courage to break out is something we can spend a lifetime trying, and if we can, then we all can say at least we succeeded on something in life.
"Well, for one thing, the culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. We're teaching the wrong things. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it. Create your own. Most people can't do it."
I doubt some will even reach this part of this bland piece of writing. It's not me to write something like this often, but I feel like voicing something out, for this is what a blog is supposed to be, primarily. I think it's very sad to see people dissatisfied with what they've gotten, even if it is culturally defined as 'good'. Their attention is all directed into that few or possibly ONE credit and the other 10 distinctions suddenly seemed invaluable when all these while it was the distinctions they were vying. Why choose to make yourself miserable when a better option is possible? I personally like the following quote.
"I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day."
I have a certain fondness for the poem, "The Road Not Taken". Beautifully crafted and I think everyone can relate to it in one way or another. As different as we are, our stories are all the same. After SPM, we are turning over a new leaf into a new chapter. Little do we know, we are all going the same path, we are answering to the same call we know we have to, even if it was when we were five. As we grow, we tend to forget the call to follow what you believe in due to various factors, but the one thing that's for sure, it has never changed from the day we were born. We know who we want ourselves to be, but what we do not know it how to talk ourselves into believing that following the call will sooner or later be what we really want in life- meaning.
"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."
"These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. I can tell you, as I'm sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have."

"It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it messes someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed."
"Wordy, but worthy."-leginhet

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Albom

"Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back."
-For One More Day.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Got Milk?

You know when they say girls can also do things a guy can do, and do it better? It goes the same for guys.


Don't believe me? Go ask your mum to get pregnant again and feed the newborn breast milk.....from your DAD. Or you can save the trouble of 9 months and try it yourself. Yumm.




You got that right. GUYS can lactate too. Don't ask me why I found out about this. No, i'm not about to get pregnant and breastfeed my baby. Haha, I just read random things online, so don't mind me. It's proven anyway. In their 1896 book, Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine, Dr. George Gould and Dr. Walter Pyle recount several occurrences of men breastfeeding their young.(because they could lactate and it's their biography. haha.)


The stories include a sailor who put his son to his breast to quiet him and started producing milk; a South American peasant who sustained his child with his own breast milk during his wife’s illness; and a Chippewa man who put his infant to his breast following the death of his wife and produced enough milk to rear the child. The phenomenon hasn’t stopped. In 2002, a Sri Lankan man named B. Wijeratne lost his wife and was left to care for their 18-month-old daughter. When the child refused powdered milk, Wijeratne tried something different. “Unable to see her cry, I offered my breast,” Wijeratne told a Sri Lankan newspaper. “That’s when I discovered I could breastfeed."


All men can breastfeed, because they possess the two most vital components for lactating—mammary glands(yes, the boobs) and pituitary glands.


You know what's worse? They found out that men produce small amounts of prolactin(the hormones that produces milk), an example of a situation would be after orgasms. So, guys, ditch the whipped cream and enjoy something fresher. However, it's not present in large quantities so I guess you'll have to savour every drop. I'm quite sure some people would rather have it off a man.


A man like this.



I think this is quite cool, and it's my blatant attempt to boost readership, so yeah. Sue me. I reached 10000 hits and it certainly calls for a celebration. So.....




Got Milk?









Friday, March 06, 2009

Just A Boring Post About My Boring Life

You know what, I think there are some girls who are quite the lookers around campus, and I thought good looking Msian women are extinct. Here's to hope for beautiful offspring. *raises a glass of champagne*


Anyway,I'm going to FRIM with the librarians next Saturday. I think they're only happy to go for 3 reasons
(i) I'm joining them.
(ii) Neal's joining them.
(iii) They're joining their own kind- the monkeys. (there are monkeys at FRIM, right?)
Utter bimboness.

What else has been happening?Let's talk about my friends.
Hmm, Violet is calling herself a slut, but I guess that's old news. Monica is planning to take her Masters in IT, and the biggest joke is that she doesn't even know how to work the line spacing in Word. Yes, guys...laugh all you want, I did. Also, my beloved terribly missed Neal Tan is coming back from N.S too. I think I won't recognize him. Well you know what the actors in HK dramas always say when someone comes out from jail, "lei sao jor hou dor". Sorry, still working on my cantonese, but it's true that Neal is giving Kate Moss a run for her money. I moved over Zoe and currently smittened by Lay Shu just because she's a girl who doesn't mind taking an Asam Laksa supper. I just realised what I missed a lot about high school is Amanda's infectious laughter and the times Violet calculated money. En Kane and Anthea has officially nominated themselves as The Cutest Couple because they actually use SuperPoke on Facebook to send gifts, and that includes knitting a scarf. How sweet. I'm also admiring Kai Shen and worshipping him like a super hot Greek god. I haven't talked to Soo Ern in a while, but I guess she's busy with Lemuel because he is so irresistable. Last but not least, The Librarians are...well....being librarians.

I think we can make a spinoff of the tv series, F.r.i.e.n.d.s.


See, I'm making an effort to update myself about my friends.
New friends? Juria is as good as Dutch cheese can get. Haha. Kai Wei is big...big with personality, mind you. Ruo Xuan is one of the most interesting person I've ever met- she's afraid of almost anything that I'm surprise she could actually survive on Earth. Her driving skills will give even the lousiest driver on Earth the last laugh. Mani is bloody and filthy rich that he offers an all expenses paid trip to Sabah. Any takers? (Anyone who takes really beh pai seh I tell you) Hong Chun was in the same Add Math tuition as I was for two years and I never knew him until today. Damian's smile can make the most tiring day in college seem like nothing. Phoebe is obsessed with purple more than she is with her name, her real name.


Ah, maybe not so boring after all.

"No life is a waste," the Blue Man said. "The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone."
-Mitch Albom