Haha

Haha. I just found this picture on rach's blog. And i just burst out laughing like free. Cos I remembered val in thailand singing his stupid cambodian songs (which was exactly what he's doing in this picture btw). Haha. And him in our room singing some shit while rachael was trying to do her devotion. HAHA.

And Thailand was good times. Haha. Shit I cannot stop laughing. omgg.

Randoms

You know one day when I was sitting outside the lawr tutors room waiting for my individual conference (thank the Heavens lawr is finally OVER with the conclusion of moots yesterday. glory hallelujah.), these two ah mah looking ladies came over and asked me if they can take pictures of me and my friend cos they needed some shit for publicity with students in it. Then this guy just walked past, and they dragged him into the picture too! And we all had to look so happy and gay like we love law school and like I'm just so damn happy to be sitting on the ledge with the greenery as my backdrop, discussing LAWR with my fellow school mates. Haha. how deceiving.



And here's also to law pageant. I quite enjoyed it, despite the fact that it was a massive waste of time. But it gave me a good reason to stave off my hunger for studying. Thanks to twee jamie and jared who loves flowers on his jackets. (:

Bye!

HL Milk

This year has been a year of discovery. And a year of hard truths. I used to think when I was younger, that I wished my life could be perfect all the time. I used to wish that my grades could always be great, my relationship with my family tension-less, my friendships fulfilling, my relationship with my god, smooth.

But then I realized that having a perfect life and being happy is way to scary. Because when you get too happy and when things are going too well, that's when you realize that the end of your bliss is nigh. It's like a roller coaster. You can only stay up for a while. The plummeting down again is an almost surety.

So now, I've decided that I prefer to feel disturbed and unsettled. To not have everything perfect but to always try and make things better. That way at least there's consistency. It's odd because these days, I seem to prefer melancholy to joy or privacy to exuberant expression. Which is very unlike the me I've known for the past 19 years or so.

Maybe it's just part of growing up and discovering. But whatever it is, I like it. In spite of feeling unsettled and disturbed, I feel an odd sense of -settledness-. I think it's the peace of knowing that you're at least being true to yourself and not trying to make up a life you're actually not living.

I've decided that highs are never good. Whatever they may be. Drug highs, alchohol highs, sugar highs, orgasm highs, emotional highs. They don't last and they fascilitate a low way too easily.

I'd rather glide than fly.

Visual DNA

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The write-up on this is probably the most accurate description of me thus far. Too bad I didn't upload the write up. Haha.

That little girl who goes "tut, tut, tut"

I am coming to realize more and more that the ability to introspect and self-reflect is probably the most self-empowering thing you can have. It's the best gift you can give to yourself. So if you don't already have it, I suggest you hone it like hell because a non-reflective individual is a stagnant and deluded individual.

I have caught myself living delusions over and over again using the great tool of introspection and I am very grateful for that. Sometimes I think that I would be such a lonely person if not for my own thoughts.

It's almost like your self-questioning voice becomes a true companion in your head. Because it tells you all the shit that's wrong with you and it constantly examines and re-examines what's wrong here and what's wrong there and why you behave this way and why you react that way. If I didn't have my little angel and devil poofs I would probably feel very alone whenever I am physically by myself.

So perhaps life isn't about friends or even family all the time. It's all about you because you are faced with you most of the time. Friends and family are just fillers to fill out the portions of the pie that need to be filled out, or else it wouldn't be a pie. So in that sense, friends and family and all that are important. But the crust of the pie is the most important. because without it, there'd be nothing to fill anyway.

I think for me that crust is my own thoughts.

I don't even know if i made sense there. But that's for me to think about again another time.

Till next time!

Cheers to the girl who scrunches up her nose and goes tut tut tut in my head. (:

Har-The-Tag

I was on my merry way home from school today when the sound of children's chanting caught my ear.

I turned to my right and there were three children standing in a compact circle, chanting some sort of mantra that went to the tune of "har....the..tag!", accompanied by swift hand gestures and animated faces.

I paused to think, "what could they possibly be saying?". But I soon drowned their incoherent chants out as a blurry of noise in the background.

But no sooner had I done that did I realize that they were actually saying "Heart Attack".

Oh my goodness, I thought to myself. A consummate example of the pitfall of our nation's youth - they can't even pronounce the words in their little games properly.

I spent the rest of the journey home rather disturbed that I didn't have the slightest inkling of what the children were saying. When they had spent a good five minutes repeating the same phrase ("Heart Attack" i.e. "Har....the..tag!") over and over again.

Noah's Ark - Minus the rainbow

We all grew up thinking that Noah's Ark was a cute little story of little animals going into a cute semi-spherical shaped boat, two-by-two, with a pretty rainbow at the end of it all.



Little did we know that the story of Noah's Ark was the most terrifying story of God's wrath on man's sins. It was an aquatic holocaust, it was.



The painting above by Gustav Dore depicts a family trying to escape the flood that lasted 40 days and 40 nights. The parents are in the water but their children are seeking refuge on a rock. They are trying to push a last child up to stay on the rock. But on that same platform, a tiger is seeking refuge. Bodies are swimming around, dead in the water. Birds circle the air. They look tired from seeking shelter from this perenniel storm.

Not as cutesy as it used to sound in Sunday School huh.

BUT. While everyone was sinking to their death, Noah, his family, and animals two-by-two, were being buoyed by the Ark that he spent 120 years building. They were saved by the object of their ridicule and shame for 120 years. But that ark was also the object of their faith.

Good story.

Tower of Power

Tower of Power, 39 years on.

With sounds that are "tighter than a clenched fist". Amen to that.

A snip off Oprah

After her fertility treatments, Egyptian Naglaa Mohamed felt blessed when she found out she was pregnant with twins. However, the pregnancy was difficult, and Naglaa often was left extremely tired and weak. But it wasn't until the delivery the doctors discovered something was terribly wrong. Just minutes after the first baby, Manar, was born, doctors faced serious complications with the remaining twin.

Doctors performed an emergency C-section and quickly learned that the second baby was conjoined…attached at the head!

However, that's not all! The twins had the most unusual birth defect in the world. There are only 10 documented cases in history of craniopagus parasiticus, where one of the conjoined twins fails to fully develop a body. The head of the attached child—later named Islaam—was fully developed with eyes, a nose, mouth and even a brain. It was able to blink and smile but was not able to survive on its own.

"If you look to the babies from the front, you can see quite clearly Manar has her own face, but from the side she's completely attached to her other twin," says Dr. Abla El Alfi, one of the doctors involved in the procedure to detach Islaam from Manar. "Islaam had completely different reactions than Manar. Sometimes Manar was smiling and Islaam was crying. And you can see the different facial reactions of the two babies."

(Eew. sick!) I'm quite amazed at the frequency of such conjoined deformity births in the Middle East. I mean think, Ahmed and Mohhamed, the conjoined twins from Palestine? I hope I remembered the country correctly. If not, must be some country that ends with -stine or -stan. Anyway, Sheng thinks it's cos of the high levels of radiation there. Apparently, we developed countries love to test our nukes there and so the increased radiation results in absurd levels of cell mutation. And hence wala! An abundance of freak shows for you.

Btw, did you notice that thet gave the babies only two names - Islam and Manar? Shouldn't there be another name? Lest the third parasitic head feel left out. Since his conjoined brother has a name and he doesn't and since he can apparently think on his own. Hahahhaha.

Damn I am so mean.