Apologies to readers for the previous post (except the person it was aimed at). It was immature, explicit, and full of assumptions.
Just felt like saying that.
Also, thought of the day:
Does a low self esteem = commonly cynical outlook at life = high tendency to care what people think?
Are they reliant upon each other? Or can they be mutually exclusive?
Rant #239. (R-rated)
I'm currently so mad at a certain guy
He barely knows me
But he hurt my good friend Nadia.
Some guys can be such assholes it's bloody exasperating that they treat their admirers like shit because they think they're of such high value and that they can get a girl at any time
F you, for losing yet another girl's faith in the male's ability to be humane and the decency to be frank, giving in instead to the whims of your arrogance and pathetic libido, going around playing with girls as if they're fuck-toys.
Here's MY middle finger to you, go ahead
I wish you the longest single life you could ever imagine, and hope you spend that long, long time cowering in your self-loathing, negative life with absolutely nothing to stir your emotions other than your wretched fingers and pencil-sized penis.
End of rant
He barely knows me
But he hurt my good friend Nadia.
Some guys can be such assholes it's bloody exasperating that they treat their admirers like shit because they think they're of such high value and that they can get a girl at any time
F you, for losing yet another girl's faith in the male's ability to be humane and the decency to be frank, giving in instead to the whims of your arrogance and pathetic libido, going around playing with girls as if they're fuck-toys.
Here's MY middle finger to you, go ahead
I wish you the longest single life you could ever imagine, and hope you spend that long, long time cowering in your self-loathing, negative life with absolutely nothing to stir your emotions other than your wretched fingers and pencil-sized penis.
End of rant
She's just such a pretty little thing, really.
That's the back of Johnny Depp's head, by the way.
My opinion is that Cotillard has a really special kind of beauty, a certain tenderness toward her that I can only think akin to Audrey Tatou or Catherine-Zeta Jones, a more elegant, refined look that make-up could never pull off.
Another one of her, doing what I guess she does best.
More to come. I have a string of tests coming up next week and next month so I'll be working my ass off for those. Grosses bises.
09/11/09
Squash has been kicking my ass. We had to do ten rounds of running across the court last weekend and it didn't help that I was so out of shape OR that Dave was upstairs screaming "RUN YOU FAT ASSES!", or that capt Samir was keeping count. I can't say that the training was entirely worth it. All I got out of it were very sore muscles and a broken vein from being hit by a racquet. Ow.
I've got reading week this whole week save for Mandarin on Thurs and Genetics on Friday, but I'd really like to make the most of it to catch up on whatever I've left behind, which adds up to everything. Meetings and talks and society socials are draaaiiiining me, I can't believe 40 lectures have passed by so quickly.
Did house-warming yesterday, which Kak Wani referred to as house-hotting since we've been staying here for over a month anyway. I made Nasi Lemak, and the sambal was over-the-top spicy since the dried chillies were getting old and I blended in too little onions, but surprisingly everyone found it okay. Should've added more coconut milk to the rice, but it wasn't in me (or in the budget.).
As you've probably established, this post is mainly to update on whatever I've been doing this past week. I'd like to talk about the talk I went to which was a joint production by the KCL Christian Union and the KCL iSoc entitled "What God Means to a Muslim and a Christian", but that would take up a whole other post, and I have to get down to my books now.
I hope everyone's okay. Wish me luck, if you've got the time, because I really would like a speck of genuine enthusiasm in this. Science is fun, I swear, but when it comes down to the nit and grit of making notes and memorizing and ESSAYS, gawd. They pull the fun out of everything.
Au revoir, mes freres et mes soeurs.
I've got reading week this whole week save for Mandarin on Thurs and Genetics on Friday, but I'd really like to make the most of it to catch up on whatever I've left behind, which adds up to everything. Meetings and talks and society socials are draaaiiiining me, I can't believe 40 lectures have passed by so quickly.
Did house-warming yesterday, which Kak Wani referred to as house-hotting since we've been staying here for over a month anyway. I made Nasi Lemak, and the sambal was over-the-top spicy since the dried chillies were getting old and I blended in too little onions, but surprisingly everyone found it okay. Should've added more coconut milk to the rice, but it wasn't in me (or in the budget.).
As you've probably established, this post is mainly to update on whatever I've been doing this past week. I'd like to talk about the talk I went to which was a joint production by the KCL Christian Union and the KCL iSoc entitled "What God Means to a Muslim and a Christian", but that would take up a whole other post, and I have to get down to my books now.
I hope everyone's okay. Wish me luck, if you've got the time, because I really would like a speck of genuine enthusiasm in this. Science is fun, I swear, but when it comes down to the nit and grit of making notes and memorizing and ESSAYS, gawd. They pull the fun out of everything.
Au revoir, mes freres et mes soeurs.
I'm in the uni comp room and you HAVE to hear what just happened a few minutes ago. (or read.)
So I'm just doing my work on the computer, and in the row in front of me, these two guys meet and they seem REALLY excited to see each other, so what do they do?
They say in high-pitched tones "Hi!!! I haven't seen you for some time!"
Then they hug and kiss each other's cheeks. On both sides. Girl-style.
And as if that's not enough, they sit down and chitchat (in lowered tones though, it's still in the library), making the occasional joke which sends them both into muffled hysterics and more cheek kissing and shoulder touching (because it WASN'T nudging, trust me), and one of them was pushing the other, saying "Oh you're sooo funny!" and it was all I could do to pay attention to Wiki's article on secularism and Olympe de Gouges.
I honestly find gay boys adorable, but they really do need to focus on the amount of PDA they expose so freely.
Which brings me to think, does it seem gay if girls do that? Is there a sort of homoerotic tension when women greet each other in the same fashion?
I think I'm going to limit myself from now on. Well. Not that people even mind, I mean it's so normal for girls to hug and all, but just to keep myself on the line here. No crossing over to where I have doubts.
I miss home. And reading good books.
So I'm just doing my work on the computer, and in the row in front of me, these two guys meet and they seem REALLY excited to see each other, so what do they do?
They say in high-pitched tones "Hi!!! I haven't seen you for some time!"
Then they hug and kiss each other's cheeks. On both sides. Girl-style.
And as if that's not enough, they sit down and chitchat (in lowered tones though, it's still in the library), making the occasional joke which sends them both into muffled hysterics and more cheek kissing and shoulder touching (because it WASN'T nudging, trust me), and one of them was pushing the other, saying "Oh you're sooo funny!" and it was all I could do to pay attention to Wiki's article on secularism and Olympe de Gouges.
I honestly find gay boys adorable, but they really do need to focus on the amount of PDA they expose so freely.
Which brings me to think, does it seem gay if girls do that? Is there a sort of homoerotic tension when women greet each other in the same fashion?
I think I'm going to limit myself from now on. Well. Not that people even mind, I mean it's so normal for girls to hug and all, but just to keep myself on the line here. No crossing over to where I have doubts.
I miss home. And reading good books.
ignore this post
In Islam, or more appropriately in Malay-Muslim tradition, there's a principle called Restu. Quite literally, it means blessing.
When a child goes against their parents' orders, or in fact orders of anyone they have a religious obligation to respect, i.e. their parents' friends, their teachers and the elderly, these people have the right to say "I don't give you my blessing." And prior to this, any bad luck that has befallen the child can be attributed to not having the blessing of said elder before.
I think this is a strict yet beautiful concept that forms a moral barrier to Muslims, but I think it is heavily abused nowadays. Some people go to great lengths as to put an iron-grip barrier as to how far one can go with said "blessing", which poses many many ethical questions; how much 'blessing' do we need to succeed? Is the blessing of one person as useful as the blessing of five? If one out of the five don't bless us, does that mean our success is restricted in some way? And if we are more morally obligated to that person, is his/her blessing of more value than others'?
I know I'm crossing a huge line here, but bear with me. The way I see and think of it, blessing isn't an arbitrary value. There's no way you can tell if your success was due to the blessing of one person or five; in fact, there's no way to tell if you even succeeded because of the blessing or not. Your faith purely lies in your final degree of success.
Just a note here, I believe in blessing. So don't call me a heretic or a doubter.
To be honest though, I've done my fair share of reading and am probably very extreme about this, but on the odd chance that I actually get someone to like me enough to want me to get married, I refuse, at this point, to have any children. Whether my own or adopted, I say no.
Chuck Palahniuk was right. There are worse things than killing your children. You can just do it the normal way. Let them live in today's world.
I refuse to introduce my own offspring, or any offspring for that matter, into a world as corrupted and in such haphazard as today. And to add to that, my own horrendous imperfections would make it quite unfair to a child. My own guilty conscience, or stress issues, my problems with work... I don't want a child to have to go through all of that. I've lived through enough. He/she shouldn't be the one to take that in.
I'd say tell me what you think, but I already know you won't, so have a good day.
When a child goes against their parents' orders, or in fact orders of anyone they have a religious obligation to respect, i.e. their parents' friends, their teachers and the elderly, these people have the right to say "I don't give you my blessing." And prior to this, any bad luck that has befallen the child can be attributed to not having the blessing of said elder before.
I think this is a strict yet beautiful concept that forms a moral barrier to Muslims, but I think it is heavily abused nowadays. Some people go to great lengths as to put an iron-grip barrier as to how far one can go with said "blessing", which poses many many ethical questions; how much 'blessing' do we need to succeed? Is the blessing of one person as useful as the blessing of five? If one out of the five don't bless us, does that mean our success is restricted in some way? And if we are more morally obligated to that person, is his/her blessing of more value than others'?
I know I'm crossing a huge line here, but bear with me. The way I see and think of it, blessing isn't an arbitrary value. There's no way you can tell if your success was due to the blessing of one person or five; in fact, there's no way to tell if you even succeeded because of the blessing or not. Your faith purely lies in your final degree of success.
Just a note here, I believe in blessing. So don't call me a heretic or a doubter.
To be honest though, I've done my fair share of reading and am probably very extreme about this, but on the odd chance that I actually get someone to like me enough to want me to get married, I refuse, at this point, to have any children. Whether my own or adopted, I say no.
Chuck Palahniuk was right. There are worse things than killing your children. You can just do it the normal way. Let them live in today's world.
I refuse to introduce my own offspring, or any offspring for that matter, into a world as corrupted and in such haphazard as today. And to add to that, my own horrendous imperfections would make it quite unfair to a child. My own guilty conscience, or stress issues, my problems with work... I don't want a child to have to go through all of that. I've lived through enough. He/she shouldn't be the one to take that in.
I'd say tell me what you think, but I already know you won't, so have a good day.
24/10
Last night I dreamt of going to the beach and ohmygodImissbeaches.
It's been a very long, hectic week of lectures, language classes and industrial placement applications.
I have classes on every weekday except Wednesday, and on Wednesday I have French lessons (Intermediate 1 now!) and I recently started taking Mandarin as well. Still at basic levels, but I'm getting there. I practiced my newfound "Ren shi ni, hen gao xing!" with a couple of my ex-schoolmates, they answered back in Mandarin enthusiastically and I really realised how dumb it was of me not to have taken it up years earlier; there's SO many people to practice with! Unlike French, with whom I only have a teacher as a guide and....that's it.
The more exciting thing was, at the end of my Mandarin lesson this week, I went to meet Mr. Xu and he was talking to a black lady who was giving him her email address for contacting, and she pronounced her surname 'Rolle' as 'Gholle' and immediately I asked her "Are you French?" and she said yes! Instantly I asked her again, "Ah! Vous-ete Francaise?" and she answered, again, "Oui, je suis Francaise!" and after that I went into hysterical skipping and managed the rest of our entire conversation in French. Then I said "Bon soir," to her and "Wan shang hao," to Mr. Xu and left, feeling so, so, satisfied.
Other than that I've been applying for a year in industrial research for my third year and that's been pretty much taking the rest of my free time; I've applied to AstraZeneca, Pfizer, Eli Lilly, Glaxo Smith Kline and MRC. Only one interview offer so far and right now I'm supposed to be preparing for it. Will continue in a minute.
Anyhow that's my life as of this week. Salut!
It's been a very long, hectic week of lectures, language classes and industrial placement applications.
I have classes on every weekday except Wednesday, and on Wednesday I have French lessons (Intermediate 1 now!) and I recently started taking Mandarin as well. Still at basic levels, but I'm getting there. I practiced my newfound "Ren shi ni, hen gao xing!" with a couple of my ex-schoolmates, they answered back in Mandarin enthusiastically and I really realised how dumb it was of me not to have taken it up years earlier; there's SO many people to practice with! Unlike French, with whom I only have a teacher as a guide and....that's it.
The more exciting thing was, at the end of my Mandarin lesson this week, I went to meet Mr. Xu and he was talking to a black lady who was giving him her email address for contacting, and she pronounced her surname 'Rolle' as 'Gholle' and immediately I asked her "Are you French?" and she said yes! Instantly I asked her again, "Ah! Vous-ete Francaise?" and she answered, again, "Oui, je suis Francaise!" and after that I went into hysterical skipping and managed the rest of our entire conversation in French. Then I said "Bon soir," to her and "Wan shang hao," to Mr. Xu and left, feeling so, so, satisfied.
Other than that I've been applying for a year in industrial research for my third year and that's been pretty much taking the rest of my free time; I've applied to AstraZeneca, Pfizer, Eli Lilly, Glaxo Smith Kline and MRC. Only one interview offer so far and right now I'm supposed to be preparing for it. Will continue in a minute.
Anyhow that's my life as of this week. Salut!
