"You're a brutally cruel person when it comes to deciding who's your friend." I get that a lot from all my friends.
Truth is... I don't like to make new friends. Hate making the effort to look for new friends. Hate trying to get a conversation moving. Hate to make the first move to make friends. Hate to repeat the whole process over again...
Most importantly, i like to keep my friends exclusive. Don't really care about strangers but i will cross the ocean and get dirty to help and support my friends. Seriously! I honestly believe that any friendship made is like a bond between humans. It's a sacred bond, and both sides should never ever even think of ruining it.
I think i make a solid A- as friends. I listen. I care. I help anywhere I can. I share. I gossip. I bitch. And i'm capable of telling my friends that they suck, when they really suck! Sorry, can't ruin the sacred bond with dishonesty, right?
But i personally think that the "brutally cruel" part has to come in somehow... When i'm discontinuing a friendship after some supercillious fools decided to break the sacred bond.
How? Not accepting me as a full package by only liking my good parts. Betraying my trust. Try to prevent me from making new friends. Held me down.
How i deal with these? I cut them out completely. End of the story.
Hey! But i'm not completely heartless! I will consider (don't be too hopeful. i'm just considering..) to rebond for those that have balls to apologize and admit that they screwed up.
Recent events have make me decide to repeat the process of making new friends. I'm OCD, so i believe in keeping the exclusive quota that is my number of friends - Cut the number down when it gets to much, get the number up to replace the fallens.
Showing posts with label PSA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PSA. Show all posts
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Chubbily-Skinnily Duckling
In the begining, there were two types of people. Those that gain weight quickly due to low metabolism rate; and those who can't seem to gain weight due to high metabolism rate.
The low-met worked very hard to stay slim. They did all sorts of diets... They exercised and ran like there's not tomorrow... Heck! They even counted how many spoonfuls of rice they get to have per day!
The high-met, unsurprisingly, worked very hard to gain weight. They ate like there would be no foods left tomorrow... They even tried the weight gaining powders... When they saw that the above methods failed, they just ate, slept and ate some more!
Life was depressing for both types of people... And some (or should I say a majority of them) found solace in each others' predicament and that's when everything fell apart...
They fell in love. Then they got married. And they made babies... Babies with weird metabolism...
Various weird babies were made... Especially babies with different metabolic rates on different parts of their bodies... Like one with low metabolism on his face but high metabolism on all other parts of his body from the neck down...
He was so saddened due to his chubby face and slim body... Others laughed and teased him... He was the "Chubbily-Skinnily Duckling!"
But he was determined to make them stop... He was not gonna let them win with their insensitive teasing and laughing!
So he started eating lots of red meat (because they contain high amounts of proteins) and exercising consistently to help him build muscle, and he started chewing gums, singing (only when he's alone or in the shower) and talking and making new friends to help him to slim his face down.
And it worked! Now he has an awesomely handsome face and healthy and toned body! And he's having the last laugh over those that used to laughed at him! Ha ha ha =)
=THE END=
The low-met worked very hard to stay slim. They did all sorts of diets... They exercised and ran like there's not tomorrow... Heck! They even counted how many spoonfuls of rice they get to have per day!
The high-met, unsurprisingly, worked very hard to gain weight. They ate like there would be no foods left tomorrow... They even tried the weight gaining powders... When they saw that the above methods failed, they just ate, slept and ate some more!
Life was depressing for both types of people... And some (or should I say a majority of them) found solace in each others' predicament and that's when everything fell apart...
They fell in love. Then they got married. And they made babies... Babies with weird metabolism...
Various weird babies were made... Especially babies with different metabolic rates on different parts of their bodies... Like one with low metabolism on his face but high metabolism on all other parts of his body from the neck down...
He was so saddened due to his chubby face and slim body... Others laughed and teased him... He was the "Chubbily-Skinnily Duckling!"
But he was determined to make them stop... He was not gonna let them win with their insensitive teasing and laughing!
So he started eating lots of red meat (because they contain high amounts of proteins) and exercising consistently to help him build muscle, and he started chewing gums, singing (only when he's alone or in the shower) and talking and making new friends to help him to slim his face down.
And it worked! Now he has an awesomely handsome face and healthy and toned body! And he's having the last laugh over those that used to laughed at him! Ha ha ha =)
=THE END=
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Just Dance
My friends were rather envious of me because I'm always happy and sunny. Well, I'm human and I have my own dark and twisty times too. However, I don't really like to dwell into my sadness and frustrations. I would always dance myself out of them. As much as I like to dance, I'm still a clubbing virgin...Sigh... FYI, I'm not a good dancer and all my moves are geeky and rather incoordinated. So I danced in my room, in front of my HUGE mirror, Savouring the moments and just let myself go. It feels so damn awesome everytime... Seriously! and I would always dance until I'm exhausted AND contented... If I still have some fragments of energy left, I would go for second round and experiment with new, always geekier moves... Again, Absolutely awesome!!!
So, next time you feel down or sad or dark or twisty... Just dance!!!
So, next time you feel down or sad or dark or twisty... Just dance!!!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Makin' Some Progress
So I'm still cranky. But I'm less combustive now that I'm making some progress with my works. Then again, I still got a long way to go in terms of completing my works. Last night I danced myself away to Katy Perry and Lady GaGa... Haha... Seriously don't know what I'm gonna do without my muses... I also had a weird dream in which I was a Vegas casinos robbers!!! It was so damn cool beside the part where I got capture when I was leaving Vegas with my moneys...
I also donated some blood after a long time... It felt great but I kinda hated the needles now. I used to watched the whole process when the nurse applies alcohol on my arm and then pokes me with the needle. I used to had a high when that happened. Now I just chickened off and looked away, far, far away... Chicken... Haha... Hey people! Please kindly donate your blood and also register yourself as organ donors! You'll be happy to know that you can help others more actually without even have to poke your wallets for money. Forget about the craps they told you about getting diseases when donating blood or the even crappier crap about going to heaven or hell without your eyes, etc when you donate your organs. That's a lot of cows and zero fact! Don't be selfish because your chickeness with needles will go away the more you donate blood. And you will not feel anything when the doctors retrieve your organs because you are dead anyway...
I am a huge supporter of equal rights between sexes and also gay rights. However, my encounter with a bitchy and horrendously fugly female lecturer the other day nearly changed my mind. It happened like this...
I was desperately looking for the toilet because I was carrying a huge load of pee... And I finally found it, a Male Toilet... Although it is meant for staffs only, I was too desperate to look further and besides, there was no staffs waiting to use it... So I switched on the lights and was planning to enter... Then I saw this nerdy Female professor coming out from her room and with her crazy eyes, Huge glasses and fugly dress sense she made her way up to me and was semi-shouting that "THIS TOILET IS MEANT FOR STAFFS ONLY." I told her that I was desperate and in an emergency because truly and honestly, my bladder was going to burst... But she just shoved away my explanation and continue to direct me to the students' toilet a thousand miles away from where I was standing... At this point, I was extremely cranky, literally combustive and absolutely annoyed (remember my sanctions?!). So I asked her "Madam, can't you see than I'm really really desperate? Why you insist on making a simple pee-pee so difficult for me?" (P/S: My brain was shouting "Biatch! Back off or I will shoot you with my urine right here right now! Back the hell off and evaporate!!!") And her reply nearly caused me a heart attack!!! I think I peed a bit in my pants... She said: "Because I need to use this toilet." SO, when the sign on the toilet says "FOR STAFFS ONLY", students can't use the toilet! THEN, THE SAME RULE SHOULD BE APPLIED WHEN THE SIGN ON THE TOILET SAYS "MALE TOILET"!!! That fugly biatch just went high and above by telling me about respecting the rights of staffs and then BROKE ALL THE RULES by entering the MALE TOILET!!! STUPID, FUGLY, HORRENDOUS BIATCH!!!!! KARMA is a BIATCH and SHE'S SO GOING TO GET TO YOU AND DRAG YOU DOWN!!! You just wait and see FUGLY BIATCH!!!
Having said all that, thank goodness I got my toilet break from the students' toilet a thousand miles away. And I was contended when the fugly biatch was criticized and grilled on by the other lecturers in a coloqium right after our encounter because she was being a total asshole of a supervisor to her Research Assistant cum PhD student. Matter of fact is, she was so damn humiliated that she left the conference room right after she was criticized and grilled on... My guess is that she went back to the same MALE STAFFS' TOILET to cry... Told'ya!!! Karma is a Biatch!!!!! Hahahahahahahaha... Evil Laugh... Hahahahahahaha...
I also donated some blood after a long time... It felt great but I kinda hated the needles now. I used to watched the whole process when the nurse applies alcohol on my arm and then pokes me with the needle. I used to had a high when that happened. Now I just chickened off and looked away, far, far away... Chicken... Haha... Hey people! Please kindly donate your blood and also register yourself as organ donors! You'll be happy to know that you can help others more actually without even have to poke your wallets for money. Forget about the craps they told you about getting diseases when donating blood or the even crappier crap about going to heaven or hell without your eyes, etc when you donate your organs. That's a lot of cows and zero fact! Don't be selfish because your chickeness with needles will go away the more you donate blood. And you will not feel anything when the doctors retrieve your organs because you are dead anyway...
I am a huge supporter of equal rights between sexes and also gay rights. However, my encounter with a bitchy and horrendously fugly female lecturer the other day nearly changed my mind. It happened like this...
I was desperately looking for the toilet because I was carrying a huge load of pee... And I finally found it, a Male Toilet... Although it is meant for staffs only, I was too desperate to look further and besides, there was no staffs waiting to use it... So I switched on the lights and was planning to enter... Then I saw this nerdy Female professor coming out from her room and with her crazy eyes, Huge glasses and fugly dress sense she made her way up to me and was semi-shouting that "THIS TOILET IS MEANT FOR STAFFS ONLY." I told her that I was desperate and in an emergency because truly and honestly, my bladder was going to burst... But she just shoved away my explanation and continue to direct me to the students' toilet a thousand miles away from where I was standing... At this point, I was extremely cranky, literally combustive and absolutely annoyed (remember my sanctions?!). So I asked her "Madam, can't you see than I'm really really desperate? Why you insist on making a simple pee-pee so difficult for me?" (P/S: My brain was shouting "Biatch! Back off or I will shoot you with my urine right here right now! Back the hell off and evaporate!!!") And her reply nearly caused me a heart attack!!! I think I peed a bit in my pants... She said: "Because I need to use this toilet." SO, when the sign on the toilet says "FOR STAFFS ONLY", students can't use the toilet! THEN, THE SAME RULE SHOULD BE APPLIED WHEN THE SIGN ON THE TOILET SAYS "MALE TOILET"!!! That fugly biatch just went high and above by telling me about respecting the rights of staffs and then BROKE ALL THE RULES by entering the MALE TOILET!!! STUPID, FUGLY, HORRENDOUS BIATCH!!!!! KARMA is a BIATCH and SHE'S SO GOING TO GET TO YOU AND DRAG YOU DOWN!!! You just wait and see FUGLY BIATCH!!!
Having said all that, thank goodness I got my toilet break from the students' toilet a thousand miles away. And I was contended when the fugly biatch was criticized and grilled on by the other lecturers in a coloqium right after our encounter because she was being a total asshole of a supervisor to her Research Assistant cum PhD student. Matter of fact is, she was so damn humiliated that she left the conference room right after she was criticized and grilled on... My guess is that she went back to the same MALE STAFFS' TOILET to cry... Told'ya!!! Karma is a Biatch!!!!! Hahahahahahahaha... Evil Laugh... Hahahahahahaha...
Monday, June 15, 2009
PLEASE REDUCE YOUR GLUCOSE INTAKE!
Public Health Announcement:
One of my best buddies met his worst enemy yesterday and he nearly went into a coma.
Meet 'Diabetes Mellitus', commonly known as Diabetes is a syndrom of disordered metabolism resulting in abnormally high blood sugar levels (hyperglycemia). Diabetes develops due to a diminished production of insulin or resistance to its effects. There's no cure for diabetes, and patients have to inject themselves with insulin on a constant basis because insulin is digestible by enzymes in saliva.
How do you get Diabetes? Well you either inherited it in your genes (Suddenly I feel like supporting stem cells research in gene-modifications and manipulations), or you get it due to your unhealthy diet (all our favorite foods and drinks-especially Coke, Rice, and Sugar contain high level of glucose).
We can't do nothing about our genes right now so we need to suck it up and control it but we can maintain a healthier lifestyle by not having constant sugar-overload. Sugar-overload will cause our pancreatic cells burdens in creating insulin (which tells our bodies that we have had enough foods) until they are not functioning anymore. And this in turn will cause our bloods to have excessive sugar hike (this is very bad, simply put). Imagine your body having to constantly experience this sad scenarios...
If i'm one of your pancreatic cells, I'm so not going to be happy and i'm so going to have a strike (just like the Frenchs). If i'm you i'm so so going to worry about me and my fragile little life here on planet earth. SO, EAT HEALTHY! REDUCE YOUR GLUCOSE INTAKE! SERIOUSLY!
Note-to-self: Drinks at least 2L of water daily. Ban carbonated drinks and sugar.
One of my best buddies met his worst enemy yesterday and he nearly went into a coma.
Meet 'Diabetes Mellitus', commonly known as Diabetes is a syndrom of disordered metabolism resulting in abnormally high blood sugar levels (hyperglycemia). Diabetes develops due to a diminished production of insulin or resistance to its effects. There's no cure for diabetes, and patients have to inject themselves with insulin on a constant basis because insulin is digestible by enzymes in saliva.
How do you get Diabetes? Well you either inherited it in your genes (Suddenly I feel like supporting stem cells research in gene-modifications and manipulations), or you get it due to your unhealthy diet (all our favorite foods and drinks-especially Coke, Rice, and Sugar contain high level of glucose).
We can't do nothing about our genes right now so we need to suck it up and control it but we can maintain a healthier lifestyle by not having constant sugar-overload. Sugar-overload will cause our pancreatic cells burdens in creating insulin (which tells our bodies that we have had enough foods) until they are not functioning anymore. And this in turn will cause our bloods to have excessive sugar hike (this is very bad, simply put). Imagine your body having to constantly experience this sad scenarios...
If i'm one of your pancreatic cells, I'm so not going to be happy and i'm so going to have a strike (just like the Frenchs). If i'm you i'm so so going to worry about me and my fragile little life here on planet earth. SO, EAT HEALTHY! REDUCE YOUR GLUCOSE INTAKE! SERIOUSLY!
Note-to-self: Drinks at least 2L of water daily. Ban carbonated drinks and sugar.
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