Monday, December 7, 2009.
SERIOUSLY, SOMETHING HAPPENS NOW!

Like a bomb going off. Or tsunami hits us. Or somehow I'm bestowed with the skill of levitation and let me fly off around the world. Hold on a minute, actually, I don't think I will like it very much if a bomb or a tsunami arrives here. No, I won't even like it. Enough said.

It's hilarious visiting people's blogs now, since everyone is complaining how bored they are. At least I'm not the only one. Okay, that's just me being sadistic. There seems to be too much time, and too little stuff to do. Of course you can do housework (oh, my mum will love that. She will probably hug and kiss you.) or you could be like me, sleep until 12pm everyday. (and then kenna scolded by your mum perhaps. Well, there's always a flipside.) Just to while away time.

Anyway, before I really move on to today's issue, I need to rant a little. Her Grace (my mum, that is) has eaten a bomb today. Or a volcano, whichever. I'm not really interested to find out. And then, she decided to shout at me. She started complaining that I'm a waste of space, a lazy bum like a worm :/ That's still okay. You know, just pretend that you're listening but actually you are building castles in the air. So until she said that I have to sleep at 11pm every night and that I'm forbidden to use the computer after 9pm when I finally start listening. I was like, "EXCUSE ME. We are not living in the STONEage era."

Who the hell sleeps at 11pm? Okay, except my parents. But when you are talking about the norm, you won't associate my parents with it. No, but seriously? They sleep at 10pm. Okay, that's beside the point. And they are subjecting me to their STONEage lifestyle.I was horrified, so I smsed Huai Chyn to rant to her. Well, Her Grace insists that I'm destroying my eyes and body by staying up so late. And that even though it is after Os, I don't have the right to destroy my body. What nonsense. I mean, no, not nonsense. As in, I'm not planning to destroy my body. What an idiot. I just don't want to sleep so early. And Huai Chyn jokingly added that I'm gonna be living a healthy lifestyle and that I may live pass 2012. Sure, I would love to. Let's just see if I really can survive that. And when it's all over, I'm just gonna laugh at Her Grace for her ridiculousness.

So after that, I started formulating things that I'm gonna do after I die in 2012 (provided that the world really comes to an end). I told Huai Chyn that it would be cool, cause we will only be 19 when we die. No wrinkles or pruny skins. So we are like, still presentable. And everyone will be like spirits floating around. Which really make no sense for the world to end, since all earthlings will just be like spirits floating around in the air. Well, the outerspace will just be more occupied than before. So I'm gonna go find Huai Chyn and Debbie Hoe after I die in 2012 and we could all float around together. I was all happy, before I realise that my parents, especially Her Grace would also be flying around asking me to sleep at 11pm. :/ And I will just tell her straight in the face (not that she is going to have one anymore) that spirits don't sleep. Well, do they?

My point is, life will probably be easier when we become spirits. For one thing I know, we don't have to worry about our weight. All those flying will seriously burn off fats real fast. Though I doubt spirits have any fats. And travelling will be so much easier. We won't need air planes, ships or cars anymore. We just fly. That could save up lots of fuel. And reduce pollution. But hold on, the world is destroyed. Who really cares right? And since my parents love to go on holiday, they could literally fly around the world (so they won't bother me with all the sleeping at 11pm thing.)

And I also made up my mind. When I become a spirit, I'm gonna train myself to fly really fast, well, just faster than my parents. So that they won't be able to catch up with me and make me go and sleep at 11pm. Yes, that whole sleeping at 11pm is getting on my nerves a lot.

But if the world doesn't end in 2012, damnit. Let's just say it is gonna get harder because I would have to continue to live in STONEage.

Honestly speaking, I don't believe that the world will come to an end 2012, even though I'm really hoping it will. Okay, on second thoughts, maybe not. But I'm just fickle-minded.

Well, a girl could dream.

(Especially when she has to sleep at 11pm everynight and that she's so bored that she might not even be able to live till 2012.)

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Sunday, December 6, 2009.
Life is so boring now that there's seriously nothing to blog about. I'm not like those people who have tonnes of things to do on their To-do-list. Like millions of movies to watch. Thousands of people to go out with. Hundreds of places to hang out. (And I shall just stop here since after hundreds, it would be 'tens', which will sound really funny and don't really make sense)

Anyway, my point is, I simply have nothing to do. Sure, I can read books. But that won't be able to keep me occupied for like, say, 10 hours. At most 4 hours and I'm tired. And I freaking finish two books a day (and I kind of finished most of the interesting books I could find in the library). Yes, I could go online. And watch my Korean drama, which I will finish like 10 episodes a day and in two days, I would finish all and be left with nothing to do. Things get even harder with my mother constantly shoo-ing me off the computer after 11pm to sleep, with all her nonsense (okay, not nonsense but still) that staying up late is detrimental to health.

As if, I would be so freaking healthy that I could live till 1000 years old by sleeping early. Seriously, 1000 years old? No thank you. Unless I don't grow old.

And then I would lie on my bed from 11 to 2am before sleeping (I couldn't help it, judging by how I always wake up at 2pm in the afternoon. Who could possibly sleep at 11pm? And what's more, I take afternoon naps. So, in other words, I'm most likely a pig in my past life.)

There seems to be a lot to do, yet nothing to do. I don't think I can really understand what I'm talking about, so if you actually understand, maybe that's a miracle. Sometimes, life is so horrendously boring that I wish that something huge will happen. Like maybe the end of the world doesn't arrive at 2012, but it decides to push its date earlier. Okay, no, not really. I don't mind dying at 19. No, 16 seems to early to die. Or maybe there's snow in Singapore. Okay, let's just say I'm deluded.

Frankly speaking, I have no idea why I'm blogging. That's what happens to people when they are seriously bored. Well, I'm talking about myself. Doesn't matter if it doesn't apply to you. And to add to my boredom, my new neighbour has been playing piano non-stop everyday. Which is really annoying, considering that I'm a player myself. (Em, correction. Piano player. Player sounds like.. well, player.) Because I'm tired of hearing scales and scales and scales everyday. C major scales. Then D major. Oh gosh, no please. Well, at least I stop being a player. Piano player, that is.

Alright, let me just roll over and get into my cave. Till then!

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Monday, November 30, 2009.
What would you do if you have to wait for someone for three lifetime? And you have to start all over again. Each is a beginning, yet a continuation of something of the past. What would you do?

What if he doesn't remember you anymore? Or he can't love you anymore? Because he has his duties, and you just can't be part of it. You waited for three hundred years, in the vain hopes of continuing the love. You pledge to love no one but him. But, what if he couldn't love you anymore? What would you do?

Why don't you let go?

But, why is it so hard to let go?

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Sunday, November 29, 2009.
Fly Me To The Moon;

Fly me to the moon, and
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me

Fill my heart with song, and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

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Sunday, November 15, 2009.
I'm risking my life to do this. And at any moments, the bombs will come. The machine guns will start firing. Worst of all, the volcanoes start erupting too. And it won't be a pretty sight. But whatever, bombs and guns don't really matter now that everyone's hitting town to party.

Life is totally dreamy and party day and night. Well, that depends on what definition of partying you mean. If you mean those like get to Zouk and drink until you get wasted, sorry, I'm not in that category. As you know perfectly well, I'm underage. But that's really not the issue. The issue is, we don't get enough of it.

Results haven't come into my head yet. But soon. As the time comes closer. But I worry about it later. Many will say I have nothing to worry about. But who knows about future? Who really knows whether the world will come to an end in Dec 2012 and none will be left of us. No matter whether you are drop dead gorgeous, or ugly like rats, or that you reek of money, or you are simply too poor that you have to live in the slumps. When the world ends, that's the end of us, the human race.

But let's not think of that. The future is unpredictable. We live in the moment. Probably a really brainless thing to say coming from me. (Not trying to imply I am 'brainful' or what, but you get my point.) So instead of worrying about something you eventually will have to worry and accept it no matter what, just live the moment and party.

Even though it's really hard to turn on the stereo and start dancing like nobody's business when it's like 1am in the morning, with The Authorities fast asleep who will drop their bombs and fire their machine guns very shortly. Oh yes, My Authorities are really authoritarian and controlling. If they compete with Hitler, they probably won't lose to him. No, I'm exaggerating. As usual.

And there's probably a serious issue going on with my tagboard. Purely for fun btw.

Hence, let's get this going! Get the party starting! If your definition of party is to stay at home and watch the raindrops and read a book and sip some tea, you're not alone. (Though I don't drink tea, not even coffee.)

I guess I really have to get going. The Authorities will be awoken any moment.

And consequences are going to be really disastrous. I will tell them I have the right to party after Os, but they will simply snap at me, "Well, you don't have right to hurt your eyes and your health by staying up so late."

Let's just say, I can be quite rebellious at times.

So party, baby!

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009.
Today is the HCL paper. It was (shall-leave-it-blank). My mum was fervently flipping through the paper 2 and correcting my mistakes, in a rather upbeat tone, until I said, "Ma, eh, I think I minus a lot of marks already. Why you still so happy?" Then my mum seemed to finally understand what it meant and she started, "oh no. That's bad news." Indeed. Anyway, then I snatched the paper away from her and said, "it's over. no use looking at it now. Doesn't change anything."

It's been so long since I wrote a decent post (not that my previous post are that decent, but you get the picture.) I'm the Queen of Digresser. I can go on and on about how beautiful the weather is, how pretty those monkeys look, and how lovely those flowers smell before I get down to business. But today nothing of that sort happened. Weather wasn't beautiful. It was raining. And monkeys don't run around in the neighbourhood, unless they have escaped from the zoo (and I guess it's my duty to inform the zoo eh.) There are no flowers near my house either, except if you considered those plants my parents grow outside my house. They called it their beloved flowers. Well, I called it "just some green leaves". But they would hear none of it. Not that I really care.

During this Os period, I'm treated like a Queen (almost). My mum applied leave just to cook lunch for me cause "you haven't been getting a decent lunch, girl." Then my mum won't even forced me to clean up after myself (I always don't, but this time she never nags.) When I spilled stuff on the floor, she would just, "it's okay. Leave it. I'll clean it." Guess like I'm going to bid farewell to this treatment in four days' time. But I won't really miss it. Not that I don't like being treated like a Queen, but Os isn't very appealing to me. Then when Os ended, she would resume her, "GIRL! GO WASH YOUR DISHES LAH! STOP SLEEPING IN UNTIL 12PM! WHO SLEEP UNTIL SO LATE? WHAT ARE YOU? POLAR BEAR ARH? HIBERNATE IS IT?" I can never win my mum. She's like another version of Nanny Flowers. Not a good thing, seriously.

So I was planning to go Woodlands library to study cause I know if I stayed at home, I would be distracted by all the electronics at home, i.e. the computer, the TV etc. Then my mum eyed me suspiciously, "You going alone? Don't bluff. You meeting your secret lover right? No way! Tell me, who's your secret lover?" I was so exasperated that I kept laughing. I mean, of all things! She didn't allow me to go to the library not because 1. it's raining, 2. i'm going alone, 3. waste time and transport fees, BUT she worries about me having a secret lover. I almost flipped. In the end, I decided against it, cause it's raining rather heavily. When my dad came home at around 3, he was like, "Your mum asks me to go with you!" Then I was like, "For what?" Then he said, "Oh! To accompany you lah! You know there got nice sofas, very nice to sleep." I fainted this time. No, kidding.

At dinner time we were talking about food, so I was telling them that Singapore got lots of choice, got "马来餐。印度餐。华人餐。”
Then my mum looked at me as if I had said a curse word. She was horrified. She said, "说多一次。什么餐？”
So I repeated again. And she was as horrified as she still was earlier. Then she exclaimed, "中餐! What 华人餐？” Then she asked me what about those that the Americans and Europeans eat.
So I merely replied, "Eurasian 餐。” and I was feeling smug about it.
I swear my mum almost choked on her food as she said, "西餐啦！” then she wondered how I am I gonna pass my chinese today. Haha. Frankly speaking, I don't find anything wrong with 华人餐. Haha.

And so, four days will quickly steep themselves in night.
Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
Then we shall celebrate this with pomp, with triump and with revelling.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009.
I know what you want to say. I know what you want to ask. But save it. Because my answers would always be the same, and my answers are not what you are going to believe it. Because you will choose not to believe it anyway.

So, for those people who don't really understand what I have been crapping for the previous paragraph. It's okay. What I'm trying to say is that don't ask me whether I have finished studying or what. I know everyone out there thinks and assumes that I have finished my syllabus at least TEN TIMES (I mean, are you freaking serious? I must be psychic!) through and am proceeding my ELEVENTH time. No, are you kidding me? Okay, not very funny. So as I was saying, don't ask. Don't ask, if you are scared. Don't assume, if you are scared. You may think the whole world has finished the syllabus at least twenty times but in fact, some haven't really started. You may choose to believe me or not. But I know what I'm saying.

I had been reading this book about Evolution Psychology. It's pretty cool, but it's very annoying. Because they are only concerned about the best genes able to pass on to the next generation and it's just freaking annoying.

The book claimed that beauty is NOT in the eye of the beholder or only skin-deep. (which is just plain annoying)
According to the book, it said that standards of beauty are universal, both across individuals in a single culture and across all cultures. They did a test and people from diverse ethnic groups more or less agree on the same kind of faces that were attractive. So evolution psychology said that people from different cultures share the same standards of beauty because this judgement thing is INNATE (drats.)
Also, they conducted an experiment with two-month old infants and found that they gaze longer at a face adults judge to be more attractive. And thing is, children are much better behaved when their babysitters are physically attractive than when they are not. (So I guess I shan't consider being a babysitter one of my part-time job after Os.)
Their conclusion: Beauty is in the adaptations of the beholder. (Just wonderful.)

They characterized a few features to make a face physically attractive:
1. Bilateral symmetry (the extent to which facial features on the left and right sides are identical)
which decreases with exposure to mutagens (rmb our evolution chapter in heredity?) and mutations and inbreeding.
2. Facial averageness
according to them, faces with features closer to population average are more attractive than those with extreme features.
3. Secondary sexual characteristics
According to them, beauty is an indicator of genetic and developmental health, therefore of mate quality. More attractive people are healthier, have greater physical fitness, live longer. Hence, people find these people attractive because they want to get the best genes to mate. (Like ahem.)

They also claimed that beautiful people have more daughters because:
beautiful women have greater mating success than less attractive women, and handsome men do better than less attractive men.
According to their theory, physically attractive women tend to do well in both long-term and short-term mating as men prefer beautiful women for both. In contrast, handsome men do well mostly in short-term mating, so women seek out handsome men for short-term mating to get good genes for their children, but not necessarily for long-term mating, for which other qualities like man's resources and status become important.
Hence, physical attractiveness contributes more to women's reproductive success than to men's. Thus they said physically attractive parents should have more daughters than sons.
Average people have a 52% chance of having a son for their first child while people rated "very attractive" have a 44% chance of having a son (equivalent to 56% chance of having a daughter) for their first child.

They only looked into the fact whether mothers make good parents. According to their research, the statistics showed that very young mothers are most likely to kill their babies, and older mothers are the second most likely to do so, but for different reasons.
The first is because they have most of their reproductive lives ahead of them, and they can make more babies in the future even if they kill the one they just had. Having a baby under unfortunate circumstances threaten the well-being of baby and also hinders mother's chances if finding a mate in the future. Teenage mothers are more likely to have babies under unfortunate circumstances (which is true).
Older mothers kill their babies because they are more likely to have defective babies due to their age. From genetic point of view, investing in defective children are wasteful and thus, these children take away valuable resources from other children who have better reproductive prospects. Which is also why parents invest more in better-looking children and more intelligent children because they are more healthy and likely to succeed.)

Lastly, they added "Yes, the evolutionary logic is very brutal, cold and heartless. It only cares
about the survival of the genes."

I can't really agree with everything they said. Some are really extreme, but that's evolution psychology for you. It's interesting to know the different points of views that people have.

Acknowledgement:
Why Beautiful People Have More Daughters, written by Alan S. Miller and Satoshi Kanazawa.