Mensa test

What is pain?

Stubbing a toe? Catching a finger in the door? Run-in with a knife??? nooooooo....let me tell u what pain is.

Pain is deseeding half a kilo of dried chillies with ur bare hands and then picking ur nose.

I'm not joking. It literally feels like ur brain is on fire. Feel free to find out for urself if u don't believe me! hahahahaha it was so pain that I actually considered snorting up water just to wash out the chilli residues!! And THAT'S what i call a mensa test!

For those who are wondering, a mensa test is what my friends and i call ppl that do things that are so stupid u wonder why they aren't members of mensa ( which is actually making fun of them, cos mensa ppl are actually very bright)

So there u have it, my own moment of enlightenment.

I haven't been online for a while. quite a while in fact. I've just moved to Swansea in Wales and man, am i going crazy!! I didn't have an internet connection for the first week that i moved here and by the end of 7 days, i was suffering fr withdrawal symptoms. yup! crankiness, dreaming of surfing the net and imagining all sorts of appliances were connected to the internet. i'm sure if it had gone on any longer, i'd have started having tremors.

So now i have dial-up but since i have to pay for it, i won't be able to be online for a long time. and since i have literallly no friends here, be prepared for the rantings to get crazier and weirder (is the spelling right? looks er, weird).

which brings me to my most desparate appeal. if anyone knows anyone in swansea, who is coming to swansea, or even THINKING of coming here....please give them my email and ask them to contact me!!! i'm so bored i could end up doing things i regret! the other day, i nearly started talking to the door!!! and when i walk around the pharmacy collecting items, i sometimes find myself talking to items. sigh, please put me out of my misery or i'll be the next headlines.

"Mad pharmacist found wondering the fields having tea with sheep".

HELP!!!!

Stop the nonsense!

Well, it's the end of May and we've been having glorious sunshine so far! I hope that it goes on and I'll be able to have my picnic in the sun once exams are over! Time to regenerate the brain cells using Mother Nature's recipe, fresh air and sunshine. Add a few bee stings here and there and i'll be all set!

I was online reading the Star newspaper online. Man, did my blood boil. Those narrow minded ppl are saying that women dressing provocatively are just asking to be raped. This is a touchy issue and I have no idea what these men are doing rattling the lion's cage. So does this mean that since they were acting distastely I can beat them up? After all, they were asking for it.

Basically what they're saying is, if it looks like a tortoise, dresses like a tortoise, acts like a tortoise, it MUST be a tortoise! Never mind the fact that it has a trunk, is 2 stories tall and could crush a coconut with a toe. Noooooooooooo, it had the audacity to behave like a tortoise, therefore it is asking to be treated like a tortoise and we should catch it, kill it and use it's shell to make soup.

But that's just their point, isn't it? Just because someone gives and impression of being something, suddenly all their rights are taken away! Well, I'm sorry but that doesn't happen mister! So we like dressing up nice, big deal. Granted, some show a little more flesh than others, but that's their choice. Maybe they like the fashion. But whatever the reason, the manner of dressing does NOT allow a rapist to take away the person't choice and rights as a human. Even if they were to walk around naked, no one has the 'RIGHT' to force themselves on them.

It's like giving a get-out-of-jail-free card to all rapists out there. It's not your fault, she ASKED for it! Besides, what constitutes provocative dressing anyway? As far as I'm concerned, babies in diapers don't count. So how do they account for all those cases involving little children and babies? Huh? Huh? Explain that!!!!!

And this is from the country that says good looking women don't need to work because they can find rich husbands to care for them. I've never been so ashamed of my country before. The patrotism-meter just fell to an all time low. Thank god our news never makes international headlines anyway.

Now, if only I could go wallop those big mouthed, narrow minded politicians. After all, they sound ignorant, their actions reflect ignorance.......they MUST be ignorant! Ignorant ppl don't know what's good for them and I have to set a learning example for the others. They asked for it.

Shiny

We have a new goldfish!!! his name is Shiny......because he's shiny. haha great imagination ya! he's just a tiny goldfish but he's so cute! i love the fat ones that look like a floating bubble. On his first day, Shiny was just like any other fish. Alas, he has now been corrupted by the others in the tank. Everyday, whenever we walk past the tank, Shiny will be the first one to press up against the wall and look pleadingly for food. If one should attempt to ignore his pleading and walk on, he'll start swimming around in circles frantically until you cave and feed him. And here I thought goldfish were stupid. Well, so much for the 3 second memory theory!!!

I've also had a slight setback this week. It's exam month now and I just had my first paper. Let's just say I'm very dissapointed in myself. Careless mistakes were made and I can only hope that it hasn't cost me too dearly. It took some time after the exam for me to exit from the cloud of depression that surrounded me. Later that night, I had this image of a hurdle race. Life is like that race. Forrest Gump was spot on when he said 'Life was like a box of chocolate'. But to me, it's more like the 400m hurdles. We'll always come across obstacles and even if we stumble or fall, the race doesn't end there. We just have to keep on going. Any athlete will tell you that. The race has to go on.

So now, with my self-confidence restored but fragile, all I have to do is pick myself up, dust myself off and continue running. Hopefully, I'll be able to clear the remaining hurdles with room to spare.

Something funny on telly

I was watching tv the other day and i have to say, it just made me roll on the floor laughing. it was a reality show to find the lead actor for a musical. the title was joseph and the technicolor dreamcoat. the show itself was quite entertaining but didn't make me burst with mirth.

noooooooo, it was the ending! the ending where one unlucky contestant comes to the end of his quest for fame. it started out normal enough, the poor soul's name gets announced and then they take a look back at his journey thus far. hehe after that, all the remaining contestants grouped around and performed a farewell song for him. the opening lines were.......'oh joseph, what will you do now.'

hahahahahahaha now, if that isn't rubbing salt into the wound, i don't know what is. it was hilarious!!! i didn't know if it was a real song or if it was especially penned for the finale after a contestant is booted out. was my first time watching. and if that was not enough, sometime later in the song, the other guys proceeded to strip him of his beautiful, shiny, coat........effectively stating the obvious fact that he's out of the competition.

sigh, i've never enjoyed an elimination so much. i really take my hats off to the ppl that thought of this. it has truly made my day.

To talk or not to talk.........

It's amazing how some people always say that honesty is the best policy and that we should 'get it off our chest' by voicing our frustrations. But sometimes, don't you come across certain people and think ' just shut the **** up!'.

to talk or not to talk..........the million dollar question. I'm sure that around the world, millions of men are wishing that their other halves would just take pity and TELL them what the problem is, instead of making them figure it out themselves, while they stew and bubble away, preparing for total meltdown.

and then, there's the people who know other people that just will not shut up and babble away, expressing every thought and feeling!! i mean, get a grip!!! and not to forget those who have no tact whatsoever in their entire body and just blurt out what's in their minds. sigh, brain before mouth dearie. think about it first, then let it out. it's not rocket science.

I suppose the only solution is to accept the fact that certain situations call for different solutions. we need to know when to talk and when to listen. we need to accept the fact that our actions will have consequences and affect the people around us.

so for all those people out there, take a good look around u and see if ur unwillingness to voice ur frustrations is hurting those around you. and for those who share too much, learn when to just listen to others. u'll be surprised at what you hear.

T.G.F.M.W

Hihi it's me again and I write this in great excitement and amusement. I have just been to the Mr World website and let me say without embarressment that it's really perked me up a lot!

haha i was beginning to consider sticking my head in the oven after studying formulations and pharmaceutics when I saw the news announcing the winner on the BBC website. Decided to google Mr World on the internet and got the homepage of the contest. Sigh, I think I'm in heaven. hahahahahaha

ok so most people by now will think I'm this ultra hormonal girl and well, you wouldn't be far off. But I prefer to think of myself as an art lover who loves looking at beautiful pictures. To me, a good looking person, male or female, is like a work of art. Torn apart, they may have not so beautiful features but put together, they're a joy to look at. Yea, yea I'm in denial. You don't disturb me in my la-la-land and I won't disturb you in yours. ;)

Which brings me to my amusement while flipping through the pictures. I was a little sceptical that they were all so good looking and in the peak of health (judging from the look of their six-pack!). I mean, how can these people look so good!!! And then it hit me that this probably comes at a price. Imagine all the hours working out at the gym and eating healthily! I'd probably last for oh,about an hour and then I'll just give in and reach for the nearest muffin.

Mr World is to the men what Miss World is to women. ok duh! anyone could see that. But did anyone watch the contest!?!!? The winner was actually crying when he won! Hehe I didn't know men actually cried that easily. Well, maybe this is the era of the metrosexual man who is in touch with his feelings. My mind is still stuck in the dark ages where men didn't cry or do anything emotional. Was amused to see them kissing each other and the amount of hugging going around!!!!

Sigh, a whole stage full of super good looking men, with all the atributes a most eligible bachelor would have. Man, what I wouldn't give to be a piece of confetti on that stage.

Solitude

I've always wondered what the joy was in eating alone. I try to never eat alone if I can help it. Even in uni, when lunch time comes I always drag a victim to eat with, willing or unwilling. There's an episode in 'Friends' where Rachel eats alone and discovers the joy of spending time with herself but then this cute guy she's interested in thinks she's a loser for eating alone.

Is it just eating alone or does it apply to everything we do? I never liked doing anything alone until the time came when I didn't have a choice. Over time, my friends and I went on different paths and now I find myself without a partner in crime. I've taken to shopping alone and sometimes eating alone. In fact, I do everything by myself! I didn't like it at first and I still don't enjoy it per se but there IS a feeling of......well, it's a pleasant feeling.

I don't know if it's because I surrounded by people everyday so I relish the time I have by myself. But lately, I find myself enjoying the solitude more and more. When shopping, I like the fact that I can just dart in and out of shops at will without having to yell at someone to stop and change course. There's no pressure to make small talk when you're feeling tired. I also like the silence when there's no one talking nonsense to you when you just want to relax and daydream.

However, on the down side, it's is boring not having someone by your side while you poke fun at the latest fashion or while you cringe at the multi-colored hair of the punk teen skating by. During lunch, there's no one to make silly jokes with or just chat nonsense with.

Although I sometimes dread it, I have learned to embrace the solitude and hope my newfound enjoyment of it does not mean I'm on my way to being a hermit.