One paper down and 4 more to go.
i'm interested in how much cramming our brain can take.
I am scared the the information I've carefully stored will leak out from the brain, don't ask me how, maybe through the ears or tears, I don't know.
Meanwhile, i shall rearrange the information for the finished paper (pun intended) to a lower priority mode and get ready for more information storage.
Rearrange the brain!
♥Bid Farewell
Please remind me to not skip any lectures or tutorials next semester.
And study at least 3 hours daily.
*pulls my hair off*
I tripped on the staircase last night in front of two people.
It was so embarrassing I wanted to dive over the railing to escape from the 2 witnesses.
But I remembered that I have reached the cap for claims from insurance for medical bills.
Heng, I stopped myself in time.
I consoled myself immediately after falling down that nobody will remember that I fell down.
The brain's memory storage is not that expandable to save this kind of nonsensical memory.
Only important relevant information will be imprinted into the brain;
for example, if ur dog, nancy, happens to drink windshield washing liquid, the antidote is alcohol
("your dog" because I don't think humans will "happen to" drink windshield washing liquid)
("nancy" because any dog that drinks windshield washing liquid has to have a gay name as such)
Anyway, ya, I bet the two witnesses and myself will forget that I once tripped and fell on the staircase....................... in seven years' time.
And I will not forget this embarrassing incident because I decided to blog it and keep it in the annals of qianwen's clumsy acts.
Smart.
But then again, some things can't be forgotten because people don't stop harping about it.
Just like how when Stacey introduces me to her friends, she has to tell the story about how I sprained my ankle when I was playing soccer and nobody noticed it because the ball was at the other end of the court.
I tripped on the grass ok! Stop judging me.
Gerry is not talking to me anymore.
Somebody shake her leh.
♥Bid Farewell
My grandfather was handsome.
Look like angmoh.
My sisters and I always flip the photoalbums to ogle at him.
I see where my nose came from.
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There was some real scandalous news going around these few days about this girl who stupidly didn't lock the door while she was doing something naughty with a guy.
It was a very juicy week because there were a few intense gossiping sessions and I heard a few more stories about wild girls.
I always wondered what people mean when they say this girl looks "wild".
The closest definition I could get from dictionary.com was "Characterized by a lack of moral restraint".
What does it mean for you to say that a girl was morally unrestrained?
The other definitions like "Uncivilized or barbarous; savage" did not help me further my understanding.
As usual I turned to Google.com and wow it was informative.
Just try googling "wild girls" and you'll know what I mean.
Somehow from the gossip I heard, being wild directly refers to having a lot of sex with your boyfriend and the whole world knows about it.
Guys are hardly called wild when they have a lot of sex, they are described as winners, cool, smooth, the man etc.
I think it is quite shitty to be the victim in the gossip because the people who are spreading it will not care about the authenticity nor will they go up to the girl and go "so.. it was hot last night, wasn't it?"
Hence there is no way of doing damage control of any sort and sometimes the protagonist still lives in her own lalaland being the only one in the dark.
Back to the gossip, according to zh, imagine the girl thinking "Heng ar, nobody I know saw us getting caught naked" and the next thing you know, the cleaners are tittletattling to her friends.
It is a great mystery why the cleaners told zh about the scandal.
Since I now know the exact meaning of wild, I will get so pissed off if people tell me they think I am wild.
I am serious.
I will get wild pigs to vandalise their homework.
Well, my hobbies are reading, cooking and sewing.
I stay home to accompany my family and weekends and
I don't understand why some people have fetishes for nurses.
What are fetishes anyway?
I used to think that I am innocent, but now I am convinced that I am innocent.
But I do admit I take naughty pictures......
(*^-^*)
These pictures are damn bad right??
Wait I need to wash my eyes.
Of course you can't see me.
I am the one taking the pictures, duh!
Look out for Loke's expressions in the following photos.
Loke is the winer of Most Pervertic Face Award.
Okay just one pervertic photo of me:
Cow milking.
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The other morning when I woke up I thought I was in heaven when I saw so many cows on my table.
My ideal heaven has an infinite number of female healthy cows.
These cows will not be your usual cows because instead of hooves, they have muscular hands to milk themselves for their owner, Me.
I was brought down to earth when I noticed this small grass counting people.
Nobody counts grasses in heaven!
I repeat, NOBODY!!!!!!!!
*Breathe In, Breathe Out, Breathe In, Breathe Out...*
Okay I'm ready to continue this blog post.
I admit I do have a fondness for cows, but I don't think I wanna be reincarnated as a cow.
First of all, they are milked once a day.
Secondly, they are milked once a day.
Sai, it is quite miserable to have your modesty outraged on a daily basis, isn't it?
The worst part is.. they spend their time grazing (if they're lucky) and when they get bored, they need some entertainment right?
What can cows do?
There is a mighty high chance that they counts grasses for fun.
Nobody counts grasses on earth!
I'VE SAID THIS ONCE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN, NOBODY!!!!!!!!
(The above statement is not accurate because there are geographers who do that. )
*Breathe In, Breathe Out, Breathe In, Breathe Out...*
Okay I'm ready to continue this blog post.
What we will look like if we were cows...
Susan and muscles.
Gerry the pinkster and love for me.
Alicia's injuries because she is capable of knocking into the same obstacles thrice in a row.
Amazing.
Shimin the skinny and super short shorts.
At 2 o'clock to shimin is my lovely huishan wearing her diving gear.
Cool!
Yuting and yiling (sexy slim).
Win jean who dances..
The fat round one in the middle, is of course me la.
These people never give me face one leh.
Draw until so ugly.
just kidding I am blessed to have good people around me. :)
♥Bid Farewell
Continued..
Pain
First of all I agree that pain is important in the sense that it does not allow us to do harm to ourself and when there's injury the pain makes us take extra good care of the area.
Do you know babies who can't feel pain (CIPA) can pluck out their tooth, chew on their own tongue, continue running around with a fractured heel, bang their head on the wall, swallow boiling water, burn their fingers etc without showing any signs of distress.
As you can tell it is obviously not good la if there's no pain at all, but the thing is that pain will not be toned down.
Just look at the cancer patients who are in agony because the pain won't go away.
Okay I get it there's cancer in the gastric, so the pain has done its job and should tone down right?
But no.
It just tortures the hell out of the poor patient.
I think it is time for some upgrades.
Here are some suggestions of replacement for pain after the person has been alerted of an injury :
The skin where the affected area is can:
- Flash with neon lights
- Beep every 2 minutes as a reminder
- Grow post-its on it
- Grow extra hair
e.g. If I have an injured leg:
I sure would remember to take care of it.
Another stupid thing about pain is that it can be "tricked".
Aiya very hard to explain but simply said, when you bang your knee against the chair ("ouch!") and you rub that area very hard ("oooh..." ) you feel less pain.
One more stupid thing: Have you heard about the phantom limb before?
When people amputate their limbs, sometimes they can still "feel" pain coming from the limb that is not there anymore. Thats totally screwing with your brain la.
Just imagine trying to scratch the nonexistent leg.
Upgrade yes no?
But I'm glad some of the useless things are still in use despite being obsolete.
For example nails and hair.
For nails maybe primitive people use them to fight, dig for worms.
But hair? What is hair for? Insulation?
I think its for aesthetic purposes..
We would be laughed if we were hairless.
...
In conclusion,
Due to the complexity of the system, many diseases and illnesses can precipitate when any one pathway is disturbed,
I think things would be much easier if we do away the respiratory system, renal system and cardiovascular system etc etc.. You see what I'm saying?
We might be happier if we were just a glob of something.
Think along the lines of amoeba.
♥Bid Farewell
i think some of our field trips to watch the procedures in hospitals are quite useless for example the last angiogram trip I have to say I learnt that there is an observation room and a technician/nurse who monitors the monitors.
Besides the many monitors which beep when I talk to it i basically got ignored by everyone else.
I mean, there was the friendly technician who was such a lively person to talk to..
His job was to key the name and dose of the drug into the computer for documentation purposes.
I thought that the system was so high tech that the drugs would be injected into the patient by touch on the keyboard via some interwinding wires and talking robots..
but apparently I have been watching too much iRobot cus the drugs are injected manually and the friendly technician was amused.
He picked up his mouse, keyboard and speaker to investigate if there were the technology I theorized.
So there ended my awe for the procedure which they inject dye into the patient's vascular system to do some surgery in the heart.
Besides him no one was there to educate us about the machines, the procedures and things we need to know. We felt.. abandoned.
I was contemplating whether I should go to the second field trip in my disabled state when i decided that I should not because according to gerry,
"It is a higher level of being ignored."
I'm afraid that when I get so ignored I would go join an indian queue.
Kevin wanted the back of his hair to be so spikey that it poked someone's eyes.
But that would be kind of difficult because people usually won't stand so close to each other, unless they were in an indian queue, of course..
And if kevin were to join an indian queue I want alicia to stand behind him to get her eyes poked because we are all waiting to see what is the tipping point to make alicia angry.
Maybe poking her eyes would do it....
Don't you love this picture?
A myriad of colours all crammed within this small area.
The rule of thumb is that the person behind you must have his/her paunch pressing against your lumbar.
If the clothing between your back and his/her stomach can budge when you pull it, what you can do is hold the person's arm in front of you to ensure that the connection is tighter.
Like this:
As you can see in this picture, you may have to tilt your head sideways so that the queue is more packed, which in a perfectionists' eye, means that the queue is more seamless.
See how they do it?
Beautiful isn't it.?
Its not that hard if you would try, so start pressing your paunch/abs on the back of the person in front when you are queuing for lunch tmr.
You can make a difference.
And if children can do it, so can you.
I can't believe I spent one hour typing that.
zZzZZzzz.
And what for..
♥Bid Farewell
Damn i can't wait to wean off my crutches.!
If only crutches could be burnt, then it would have a glorious end to the last close to 4 months it has served me, absorbing fully the armpits' smell day and night.
They followed me everywhere, to the toilet, accompanied me while I defecated, to the dining table where I ate, just everywhere.
But I certainly won't miss its presence because it is simply irritating.
Besides the whole deal about not being able to have nothing under my arms or smsing and walking simultaneously.. I especially miss being able to scratch my nose without causing a jam along the walkway.
When I rid myself of the crutches I won't have to talk about the stupid leg 200 times a day.
People ask about it all the time: "What happened to you?" and I have to spend 3 mins of my life explaining about my clumsiness on the field bla bla bla.
Even strangers feel compelled to express their sympathy. :(
On good days I repeat the fall down story 60 times.
Sometimes, I really want to grab their heads, and rub their noses with my crutches (the armpit part).
Even though I am very much looking forward to being able to walk again and having cleaner belly buttons, I doubt there will be a dramatic euphoric feeling..
Just like how I thought I would feel excited surviving the 3 2000words essays but didn't.
(Wait let me explain the belly button. When I use crutches my clothing will ride up and expose my belly to dust resulting in accumulation thus crusting in the belly button.
Hence it is not recommended to pierce your navel when you are on crutches because people will ask, "what happened to your navel?" in addition to "what happened to your leg?"
And you definitely don't want random strangers offering to wipe the pus from your navel infection or touching the piercing.
I mean, unless you want la.. personal preference. )
(The last week had definitely been one of little sleep and endless referencing for the essays.
If not for referencing I think we would be able to sleep an average of 3 more hours per night.
Referencing is officially the pain in the ass (Sng, 2008) . )
(Talk about feeling less stressed, do you know the joke about 0 and 8?
0 and 8 are friends.
One day, 0 asked 8..
"why your belt wear so tight?")
(I probably should stop putting brackets for everything.)
haha.
Anyway, I've completely forgotten the main point of this blog post due to the digressions in the above brackets.
Shall end here then.
♥Bid Farewell
