Lovely wayside things.

Don't get your panties in a jiffy; I'm not about to turn into an anorexic.

Anyway, whilst revising and being bored out of my freakin' mind I decided to google that term. Turns out, there are lots of girls in Singapore (many of them who LJ and around my age, might I add) who have.. eating disorders.

Most of the time, they would post pictures of bone-skinny girls on their LJs and call them 'thinspirations'.

http://www.xes.cx/MT/archives/2006/04/thinspiration.html

http://free-birdie-bree.xanga.com/

In short, the more bones shown, the more beautiful a girl is. I honestly don't know how that works and I want it to stay that way.

The DSM-IV-TR (Diagnostic Statistical Manual of Mental Illness, Text Rev., Fourth ed. Whew what a mouthful) states that anorexa nervosa and bulimia nervosa are mental illnesses, with the former being more severe (the latter does not have the issue of wanting to be skeleton-thin). But looking at the way things are in the world, psychologists and doctors might have to give up trying to treat these girls. To them, it's like trying to convert a person from one religion to another. To have an idea of how messed up this whole thinspiration nonsense can get, I quote my textbook,

"Hospitalisation also often means that those with anorexia nervosa will be exposed to other patients who are thinner and more experienced than they are. This can lead to competitive pressure to be the best anorexic patient on the unit. (Wilson et al., 2007)"

Don't ask me why I even bothered to put in the reference. I think I've gone mad with all the requirements of using legit reference sources.

Anyway, girls, friends or otherwise, please do not succumb to societal pressures and just be yourself. But if being yourself means being skeletally-thin and nothing in the world can talk you out of it, well, suit yourself. There are greater issues in the world at hand.

Just to prove that my memory of this song wasn't fabricated.

First heard it when I was seven. A little retro ainnit?

Yet I almost couldn't relate to them. I'm talking about these young boys from SP who are learning capoeira. Aiyo, a variety of reasons lah. The fact that they are boys (good kids though) and taking mainly engineering diplomas. They asked Jem a question that surprised me, because I thought that mentality had already ceased quite some time back - "Why is it that our parents keep telling us to become engineers?" K lah, engineers' starting pay not bad. And the world needs engineers, not psychiatrists.

At a party of mainly adults and a random group of kids, I felt strangely underaged and old at the same time.

Terrible.

Silent Hill: Shattered Memories is out on Wii.



4:26 onwards. Don't even know what's going on. Just, really, really creeped out. Also, dude uses an iPhone lookalike.

It'd be freaking suicide to play this. It's different when it becomes more FPS-like.
Alright! That will be the game that I'd be playing this holiday - gotta buy it first! Whoopee doo!

I usually blog incessantly about everything and nothing when exams are round the corner. I cry at the other 3 books I have not read. Cry. Cry. Cry.

Lists of things I want to do (not in any order of excitment):

1) Watch some anime, some star trek, some battlestar galactica, some movies.
2) Cross-stitch.
3) Go for capoeira and be mus-cuh-ley again. (Though being smaller is alright too.)
4) Chill out with whomever's available.
5) Plan for a (possible) Christmas party at Jem's
6) SLEEP. SLEEP.
7) Dream of going to cold places wearing winter clothes.
8) I wanted to play some RPG on PS2 but I can't remember?
9) Read a good book
10) Have a short trip somewhere relaxing. And a beach where we can all bask in the monsoon rain.
11) Think about possible job opportunities.

Right now:

1) Finish cognitive psychology.
2) Drive back and get rest of my other texts.
3) Start on patterns of religion
4) Prepare for french oral test that is tomorrow.
5) Hope no centipedes come out and scare me again. F**kers.

**Edit: I had f-locked this entry because I thought hey, maybe he'd get better (as a person).

But guess what?

He is supposed to at sentosa for 3 days (mon, tues, wed) with his whole family. Yesterday we spent the day in peace studying, since the kids were not around. But today, at 9pm, he sends the kids back (HERE, not even his own house). And they all started crying and screaming. Jem asked them why they are here - "Cos we want to have our alone time." Jem: "Can't you send them back to your OWN HOUSE?" the Brother: "Too bad, they are already here."

Then in a move to spite Jem or I don't know what, the brother just took the daughter and left the noisy son here. (HUH? WHY JUST TAKE ONE? COS YOU DON'T LOVE THE OTHER ENOUGH?)


******

Googling helps me destress. For the past 15mins I've googled my french teacher - saw allegations from students that he's gay - and Jem's brother.

Ranting henceforth, be ( warned. )

You're only breeding a terrorist/sociopath if you teach your son to says things like "I'm in the army of God! I'm going to shoot and kill people!"

Tukey is one of the dumb tests we do on SPSS. But anyway, I don't know anything about Turkey ('cept that it's near Greece?), and I want to go there, which should make things exciting. Whoohoo!

Urgh feels strange to wake up so early to study. Wtf. Spent most of the night trying to sleep away the slight stomachache...

P.S. I think it was the oyster and caviar.. served together. It was our first time trying caviar (which if Jem's brother knew, would call us low-class peasants or the like even though we are poor students). Anyway, just tasted like salted seaweed to me.

if the Americans can laugh at ( this )

In the morning and I can't stop watching this ( shit. )

H.R. Giger's works are creepy awesome.






Plus, he gave us Alien. Not sure about Predator though...

So fab. If only the model had bigger boobs.

http://tinyurl.com/yj95sfb

If only there were French anime. I would watch them and then find the language as easy as I did with Nihongo.

( practical driving test! )

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Good news: Silent Hill 2 the movie is confirmed.

Bad news:

- The script writer (and also for Pulp Fiction! How cool is that) is going to be jailed a year for vehicular manslaughter.
- A different director, although having filmed Resident Evil: ican'trememberwhich, is not a fanboy of the game. This is sad, because Gans, the previous director, was one, and that resulted in a kick-ass film.

**EDIT**

Ugh I'm too much of a Silent Hill nerd. (and a Star Trek geek) So... I'm a geek-nerd!

Also, there's this video circulating on FB depicting a boy throwing a fit after his mum declares that she is going to cancel his WOW account. Maybe it's because I study psychology, but I really think that boy needs help, ASAP. I didn't find it amusing, not one bit. Also, (I'm assuming that the content was real and wasn't set up), if he finds out that almost the whole internet is laughing at him, he might, I don't know, kill himself or others. I've watched videos of mentally handicapped people in class before, and the kid behaved like one of them. Well, I just hope it was a one time thing.

Don't push it; I'd give you a war you won't believe. - Rambo, John J.

It's funny how my french lecturer felt compelled to use the song Lady Marmalade to demonstrate to us the usage of the verb 'vouler', which means 'to want/to like'.

So, "voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" of course translates into "do you want to sleep with me?" "Ce soir" just means tonight. I liked how he didn't explain what "coucher" was. Hurhur.

... bad english aside - she was the best out of the lot?

And that she's also being accused of credit card fraud?

For in fact the body is not one member but many. If the foot should say, "Because I'm not a hand, I'm not of the body?" Is it therefore not of the body? And if the ear should say, "because I'm not an eye, I'm not of the body?" Is it therefore not of the body? If the whole body were an eye, where would be the hearing? If the whole were hearing, where would be the smelling?

1 COR 12:14-17.

If I have to classify my 'beliefs', I would say they fall under Buddhism. In that case, it'd be easier for me to rationalize how once again, I've given myself another motherfucking hairline fracture. (Cause - clumsiness, Effect - hairline fracture) This time, it's on one of my ribs. But surely, how in the world can I rationalize me getting 2 hairline fractures in less than 3 months apart? I don't know. I'm in a relatively foul mood.