Paranoia; An RH. M Production

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Charlie....charlie......

i love this video of charlie the unicorn ...watching the poor unicorn and his insane unicorn frens who ineveitably trick him into something was my main interest yesterday. kept laughing and singing his name.... my frens are being driven nuts by me singing and reenacting parts of the show, especially the part when he's on the bridge . somehow everyone found that creepy, but i happened to think that it was funny.

today was a bit scary. i was sent by my wise looking but in actual fact scary economics teacher to attend a motivational talk for econs, to help those who are not doing well, " but have the potential to do so", making us not part of the riff raff who a)are doing reasonably well in the subject or b) not worth the amount of advice given.

dun get me wrong. i was actually okay with being sent over with my other students, but when it takes too long that i have to rush to the bathroom soon after, i get jittery and get really excited to run out. why can't everyone give lectures like Mr Sameul Wong? needless to say, i was getting grumpy cause my bladder was full, nervous cause my bladder was full, and ready to run out to get to drama , which i was already delayed for by an hour , because i was getting impatient ( and my bladder was full).

you can get an excuse for anything if your bladder is full.

so anyway, drama was fun. for those of you who were in the room when i was shouting out commands and army berating, pls excuse me . the volume tune up today was due to me deciding that shouting was very good to vent my anger, and thanks to that , i actually feel better. if only they would allow that smash shack to open business in singapore, i guarantee a busy day for everyday.

okay, so being on the highest social ladder ( pre u 3) of the school, u tend to get irritated by some kids. and for some reason there's been a whole bunch of them getting on my nerves. i really want my peaceful school back, and one which does not mean crowding around my toilet. even trying to queue for food is scary. some of them are great kids, i have to admit, but the others just make me wanna pull a charlie on them and steal their kidneys, seeling them off the net and making money, enough for an ipod touch ( with fantastic memory) and my books. the new tamora pierce is out, but since its a hardcover, its also freaking expensive,and believe me , i've got a lot of things to pay for beisdes this. so, their kidneys must go. bwahahahhhaahhahahahahahhahahhaahahahhahaah. ah, its good to laugh.

its funny how prejudice can get you nowhere. just today, i found myself avoiding ppl that are usually my frens cause of one simple fact: i couldn't look at them in the eyes. funny part is, it happened before, but with other ppl,and they;re not my frens, so i seriously wonder the implications of my emotions this time.perhaps its an instinct telling me that all is not right with my feelings towards them, and i need a serious break from them, before i go insane and run around with a spork in my bag, screaming, " my scepter, my scepter!" . i dun really wanna end up like charlie, what with my insane frens making me do things and then in the end ripping me off. i dun want that, so i shouldn't think that way.

argh, post is getting all gloomy again, lets try it better.

Charlie....charlie!! chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga shoe shoe!!!!!!!

hey, its not my fault, i'm just insane

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

well, the only reason why i'm here as of now is cause i took awhile into realizing that i have not done my laundry yet, and i have pe tomorrow, argh, never leave laundry to the last minute.

i;ve just reached home, greeted by the sense of a lonely , empty home, with no one around. let me tell you, living by myself is amazing. its a good thing i managed to get mom away from facebook, friendster and blogs, cause i swear i would kill myself if she knew too much about what's going on.

especially if she finds out about the laundry. teeheehee.

by the way, the last post was a bit of a cockup. needless to say, putting a cranky 18-on-the-brink-of-19 girl with sleep issues, plus a weird, dumbass poster on blog tagboards and paranoia, and you would kinda get what i was feeling that day. no need to kill him, folks, i have already considered that. and i conclude that its time i found some time to sleep instead of plotting revenge.

i'm looking for pockets of cold air nowadays. this hot weather is making me feel muggy and tired. and i hate muggy and tired. especially with this insane amount of pe everyone is making us do.....seriously...

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

fuck this shit.

fuck.

guest was right.

i am but an empty vessel.i make noise all the time just to cover up the fact that i have nothing else to say. i make fun of people, i laugh at people, and i am so obsessed with what's going on that i have forgotten that i am actually a useless bum.

uselessuselessuseless.

use less.

i have no substance, no real conviction, no real self.i pretend to be smart, and laugh at others when they make mistakes, only to realise that perhaps its also one of my flaws.

do i listen to that? no.

do i do anything about it? no.

my brain's turning into mush and mush isn't what i want to have. no wonder all my frens can't stand me, that explains what happened in secondary school.

so they knew all this while that i was actually one of the most dumbest people ever to walk this earth.

well, i can't say anything else except

they were right.

i hate this. i hate myself.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

This ain't something to be proud of. but i think i have found something which may be interesting for all you girls out there:

The major histocompatibility complex (MHC) is a large genomic region or gene family found in most vertebrates. It is the most gene-dense region of the mammalian genome and plays an important role in the immune system, autoimmunity, and reproductive success. The proteins encoded by the MHC are expressed on the surface of cells in all jawed vertebrates, and display both self antigens (peptide fragments from the cell itself) and nonself antigens (e.g. fragments of invading microorganisms) to a type of white blood cell called a T cell that has the capacity to kill or co-ordinate the killing of pathogens and infected or malfunctioning cells.

MHC and sexual selection
It has been suggested that MHC plays a role in the selection of potential mates, via olfaction. MHC genes make molecules that enable the immune system to recognise invaders; generally, the more diverse the MHC genes of the parents, the stronger the immune system of the offspring. It would obviously be beneficial, therefore, to have evolved systems of recognizing individuals with different MHC genes and preferentially selecting them to breed with.

Yamazaki et al. (1976) showed this to be the case for male mice, who show such a preference for females of different MHC. Similar results have been obtained with fish.[4]

In 1995, Swiss biologist Claus Wedekind determined MHC-dissimilar mate selection tendencies in humans. In the experiment, a group of female college students smelled t-shirts that had been worn by male students for two nights, without deodorant, cologne or scented soaps. Overwhelmingly, the women preferred the odors of men with dissimilar MHCs to their own. However, their preference was reversed if they were taking oral contraceptives.[5] The hypothesis is that MHCs affect mate choice and that oral contraceptives can interfere with this. A study in 2005 on 58 test subjects confirmed the second part - taking oral contraceptives made women prefer men with MHCs similar to their own. [6]. However, without oral contraceptives, women had no particular preference, contradicting the earlier finding[7]. However, another study in 2002 showed results consistent with Wedekind's--paternally inherited HLA-associated odors influence odor preference and may serve as social cues.[8].

In 2008, Peter Donnelly and colleagues showed that MHC is related to mating choice in European Americans but not in Africans using HapMap II dataset

Monday, April 06, 2009

MY 500TH POST!!!!!!!!WHOOHOOHOO!!!!!!

here's a funny story. i came back and switched on facebook , only to find an invitation from a girl called Tofu To to be my fren.

now, its not that i dunno tofu. i do. kinda. she's my bro's wife now. but to find out that she knows who i am is a bit weird. i mean, i never knew i existed in her world until now, weirdly, cause i'm an idiot, and usually the densest of the dense.

so anyway, i decide to accept and check out what the kid's like, i mean, she's married to my bro and i never knew that until today.

however, guess how old she is.

26! THE KID IS THE SAME AGE AS MS CHOO!

and even funnier.....MY BROTHER IS ACTUALLY 35! I NEVER KNEW TT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY GOD, I'M WEIRD

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Yes, i redid my blogskin to my old one. cause for now, this is the one tt actually doesn't give me a headache. thank you. If you have any comments, ask my board.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

"I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone. The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did, it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and probably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor Square."
- Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, Act 1

Oscar Wilde was a genius when he wrote The Importance of Being Earnest.i had such a great time when i watched tt play. chua enlai , hossan leong and that guy who played cecily and tt other one that played lady bracknell are most hilarious. the bickering over the muffins is darn funny. the shallowness of english society potrayed in his story is hilarious. so i'm gonna write in some quotes from the play.

Jack: I don't actually know who I am by birth. I was... well, I was found.
Lady Bracknell: Found?
Jack: Yes. The late Mr. Thomas Cardew, an old gentlemen of a kindly disposition found me and gave me the name of Worthing because he happened to have a first class ticket to Worthing at the time. Worthing is a place in Sussex. It's a seaside resort.
Lady Bracknell: And where did this charitable gentlemen with the first class ticket to the seaside resort find you?
Jack: In a handbag.
Lady Bracknell: [closes eyes briefly] A handbag?
Jack: Yes, Lady Bracknell, I was in a hand bag. A somewhat large... black... leather handbag with handles... to it.
[pause]
Lady Bracknell: An ordinary handbag.
Lady Bracknell: And where did this Mr. James... or, Thomas Cardew come across this ordinary handbag?
Jack: The cloak room at Victoria Station. It was given to him in mistake for his own...
Lady Bracknell: [Shocked] The cloak room at Victoria Station?
Jack: Yes. The Brighton line.
Lady Bracknell: The line is immaterial.
[begins tearing up notes]
Lady Bracknell: Mr. Worthing. I must confess that I feel somewhat bewildered by what you have just told me. To be born, or at any rate bred in a handbag, whether it have handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life which reminds one of the worst excesses of the French revolution, and I presume you know what that unfortunate movement led to?

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Lady Bracknell: To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness.

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Cecily: What a charming boy, I like his hair so much!

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Jack: Good heavens, I suppose a man may eat his own muffins in his own garden.
Algy: But you have just said it was perfectly heartless to eat muffins!
Jack: I said it was perfectly heartless of YOU under the circumstances. That is a very different thing.
Algy: That may be, but the muffins are the same!

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Miss Prism: The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.

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Cecily, Gwendolyn: [speaking together] Your Christian names are still an insuperable barrier! That is all.

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Jack: How you can sit there eating muffins when we're in this terrible trouble, I can't make out! It seems to me to be perfectly heartless...
Algy: I can hardly eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs

Algy: I don't seem to care about anything anymore... I only care for you. I love you Cecily. Will you marry me?
Cecily: Why, of course! We've been engaged for the past 3 months!
Algy: ...3 months?

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Jack: You don't think there's any chance of Gwendolyn becoming like her mother in about 150 years, do you Algy?
Algy: My dear fellow, all women become like their mothers, that's their tragedy. No man does, and that's his.

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Lady Bracknell: 35 is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained 35 for years.