I like to sniff things. In fact, i told my flat mates this morning that i was a very olfactory person. If that makes sense (oh, ha, pun unintended). Case in point: this morning while we were on our merry jaunt to barnett, a sheep truck rocks on by in all its smelly splendor. And honestly, it smells baaaaad. My good friend from Scargill Valley says that it is the most beautiful smell ever. I personally prefer sniffing (clean) boys, my own bed (those two are completely unrelated) and the flat when my flatmate decides to bake. i digress...
Anyway, there is a secret to breathing fresh air when a sheep truck drives past you. And amateurs walking along Great King Street will soon realise that holding your breath as the truck goes on by is not a good idea. At that point instead, one should take a deep breath and proceed to hold it for about five seconds. See, the smell doesn't hit you until the truck has passed you a good ten metres down the road. Aerial sheep dung and uh, essence probably take longer to travel in air. Except, that doesn't make any sense because if it has more mass, it will have more momentum. Hmm...
(i should probably say at this point that i am no way criticising sheep or sheep trucks or farms. They are important to our economy. plus NZ lamb is way better than Australian).
also, i am the annoying person who you will find in a supermarket standing in your way when you're trying to grab a shampoo or bodywash off the shelf, because i am too busy trying to sniff which one will be best... like a wine connoisseur.
Sense and Sensibility is also a book which i have never fully enjoyed. possibly because i read it as a pretentious eight year old and didn't at the point, understand the dynamics between males and females. in fact, Pride and Prejudice is hilarious when it comes to such matters. who knew that Caroline Bingley was such a desperate flirt? i mean, who walks around the room in front of their crush in order to show off their body? i certainly have never done such a thing in my life. Elizabeth Bennet's method was way more interesting. being opinionated is infectious.
today i also learnt that after enduring statistics for an entire year at the cost of calculus, it was a complete waste of time because i can't recall anything from seventh form stats. oh, the shame. so let that be a lesson to all you eager health scis out there. do not take stats because you don't use it until you get into a professional course and by then, it doesn't matter even if you got scholarship. everything is gone (apart from skills on how to use Excel).
in fact, nothing is in my head at the moment. apart from the thought "i am hungry" which is bouncing off the walls in my head. i should really stop the echoes in my brain.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I do so love to digress
These thoughts randomly occurred to me today:
1. Ever since Sophie Elliot's murder, people have been kicking up a fuss about relationships between lecturers and students. The question is, why? Yes, Clayton Weatherston is one narcissistic psycho, but he had followed university guidelines set by notifying the department so that he wouldn't mark her papers. It begs the question: what are we trying to say? That
a) lecturers are incapable of having a relationship with students without it ending badly
OR
b) lecturers are incapable of having relationships full stop?
Option a) does not make any sense. In fact it's a trick question. By picking a), you are picking b). By saying that lecturers are incapable of having a relationship with students without it ending badly, you are saying that lecturers are not capable of being in a relationship, be it with anyone, at all. What makes a relationship between a lecturer and a student so special? It shouldn't be. A person is a person, regardless of their status. Thus, the relationship shouldn't be different compared to one between two students or two lecturers. One must also remember that this isn't the first time that one person has murdered their partner. But you don't see people kicking up a furore about relationships in general. You take the plunge, you take a chance. And unfortunately, Weatherston turned out to be a psychotic jerk who deserves to serve his entire sentence in jail.
Also, it begs the question. Are there more Clayton Weatherstons working in the university?
2. Why on earth is there such an intense rivalry between med and dent students? Honestly. i went to the Med Revue (it was not worth my $10... perhaps due to the fact that i'm not one) and dent students scored the most hits. In hindsight, i should've kept a tally. as much as i'd like to sit on my high horse and say that as a pharmacist, i am above such power plays, i do admit that i have on the occasion, mocked med lab science students. it's a lovely pecking order. the question is, who the hell decided the order? and it's fucking annoying. especially when one is around health scis. because they automatically ask "oh, was pharmacy your first choice?" when one tells them that one is a pharmacist. i would like to say that it will be the pharmacist that saves the doctor's arse when he or she accidentally prescribes alprostadil to a sickle cell anaemic.
3. i was sad that i didn't get the bigger room in the flat last year. i am now grateful because i'm closer to the heat pump. enough said.
4. why why why does my lecturer require me to memorise what each cytochrome P450 family metabolises?
5. i dislike grammatical errors. i don't know what annoys me more
a) people using 'your' instead of 'you're' and vice versa
OR
b) people spelling 'definitely' wrong. the variations include 'definately', 'defiantly', amongst others.
Except, i can't really complain because it would make me a massive hypocrite if i make a grammatical error. even if i did it by accident. also, i don't have the biggest faith in my grasp of the english language. i'd like to say at this point that it is my second language to exonerate myself from any future errors i will make.
6. i don't know why, but words are disappearing from my mind. at least three times a day, i will struggle to find a word that i know the meaning of, know the starting letter and have probably used before, but not remember the rest of the letters. either it's from the lack of essays i have been writing or i'm getting more dumb or, as i would prefer, it is a result of the general anaesthesia. my mother claims that if i get another hernia and require surgery, i will be even more retarded than i already am. lovely woman, isn't she. she also says that if i keep on blowing my nose that hard, i will get another hernia and thus, my intelligence is at stake. i think she just wants me to keep quiet in the mornings and does so by holding my brains over my head. metaphorically speaking, of course.
i really should go study something. like those cytochrome P45o families.
1. Ever since Sophie Elliot's murder, people have been kicking up a fuss about relationships between lecturers and students. The question is, why? Yes, Clayton Weatherston is one narcissistic psycho, but he had followed university guidelines set by notifying the department so that he wouldn't mark her papers. It begs the question: what are we trying to say? That
a) lecturers are incapable of having a relationship with students without it ending badly
OR
b) lecturers are incapable of having relationships full stop?
Option a) does not make any sense. In fact it's a trick question. By picking a), you are picking b). By saying that lecturers are incapable of having a relationship with students without it ending badly, you are saying that lecturers are not capable of being in a relationship, be it with anyone, at all. What makes a relationship between a lecturer and a student so special? It shouldn't be. A person is a person, regardless of their status. Thus, the relationship shouldn't be different compared to one between two students or two lecturers. One must also remember that this isn't the first time that one person has murdered their partner. But you don't see people kicking up a furore about relationships in general. You take the plunge, you take a chance. And unfortunately, Weatherston turned out to be a psychotic jerk who deserves to serve his entire sentence in jail.
Also, it begs the question. Are there more Clayton Weatherstons working in the university?
2. Why on earth is there such an intense rivalry between med and dent students? Honestly. i went to the Med Revue (it was not worth my $10... perhaps due to the fact that i'm not one) and dent students scored the most hits. In hindsight, i should've kept a tally. as much as i'd like to sit on my high horse and say that as a pharmacist, i am above such power plays, i do admit that i have on the occasion, mocked med lab science students. it's a lovely pecking order. the question is, who the hell decided the order? and it's fucking annoying. especially when one is around health scis. because they automatically ask "oh, was pharmacy your first choice?" when one tells them that one is a pharmacist. i would like to say that it will be the pharmacist that saves the doctor's arse when he or she accidentally prescribes alprostadil to a sickle cell anaemic.
3. i was sad that i didn't get the bigger room in the flat last year. i am now grateful because i'm closer to the heat pump. enough said.
4. why why why does my lecturer require me to memorise what each cytochrome P450 family metabolises?
5. i dislike grammatical errors. i don't know what annoys me more
a) people using 'your' instead of 'you're' and vice versa
OR
b) people spelling 'definitely' wrong. the variations include 'definately', 'defiantly', amongst others.
Except, i can't really complain because it would make me a massive hypocrite if i make a grammatical error. even if i did it by accident. also, i don't have the biggest faith in my grasp of the english language. i'd like to say at this point that it is my second language to exonerate myself from any future errors i will make.
6. i don't know why, but words are disappearing from my mind. at least three times a day, i will struggle to find a word that i know the meaning of, know the starting letter and have probably used before, but not remember the rest of the letters. either it's from the lack of essays i have been writing or i'm getting more dumb or, as i would prefer, it is a result of the general anaesthesia. my mother claims that if i get another hernia and require surgery, i will be even more retarded than i already am. lovely woman, isn't she. she also says that if i keep on blowing my nose that hard, i will get another hernia and thus, my intelligence is at stake. i think she just wants me to keep quiet in the mornings and does so by holding my brains over my head. metaphorically speaking, of course.
i really should go study something. like those cytochrome P45o families.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
An opinion
Really, i should give up writing these blogs. This is my second one to date and i never cease to embarrass myself. The first one was immature sounding... and this one just whines. Or cries. The reason why we write blogs... and why we always keep changing them or starting new ones could be
1) out of pure boredom.
2) a blog feels good to one's narcissistic nature. It always feels good to know that other people are going to read your drivel, which leads to
3) a sense of self importance and also
4) a way to advertise characteristics of oneself... which leads back to 2) and also explains why i keep on starting new blogs because i really don't want people reading the crappier crap and then realise that i'm not as intelligent/Asian/mature/any other adjective you see fit as they thought
and i realise that i have nothing else constructive to say. apart from the fact that some claim that blogs allow the true nature of a person to show through because they're completely anonymous. this is bullshit.
really, who is going to be who they really are whilst writing a blog? of course you're going to play up some part of you to appeal to your readers. like right now, i'm sticking with the opinionated Asian tone because i want you to think of me that way. i could digress and talk about my love of House and how i want to shoe shop tomorrow, but i really don't want you to think that i'm just another clothes obsessed shopaholic with no skills except how to swipe my card properly on those irritating eftpos machines.
(i will digress here and mention that i always swipe my card with the strip facing the wrong way. is there a secret to knowing which way?)
i secretly envy how some people can sound
a) amusing
b) intelligent
in their blogs at the same time. alas, this is not for me. so, laugh a little. if not with me, than at me will also suffice.
1) out of pure boredom.
2) a blog feels good to one's narcissistic nature. It always feels good to know that other people are going to read your drivel, which leads to
3) a sense of self importance and also
4) a way to advertise characteristics of oneself... which leads back to 2) and also explains why i keep on starting new blogs because i really don't want people reading the crappier crap and then realise that i'm not as intelligent/Asian/mature/any other adjective you see fit as they thought
and i realise that i have nothing else constructive to say. apart from the fact that some claim that blogs allow the true nature of a person to show through because they're completely anonymous. this is bullshit.
really, who is going to be who they really are whilst writing a blog? of course you're going to play up some part of you to appeal to your readers. like right now, i'm sticking with the opinionated Asian tone because i want you to think of me that way. i could digress and talk about my love of House and how i want to shoe shop tomorrow, but i really don't want you to think that i'm just another clothes obsessed shopaholic with no skills except how to swipe my card properly on those irritating eftpos machines.
(i will digress here and mention that i always swipe my card with the strip facing the wrong way. is there a secret to knowing which way?)
i secretly envy how some people can sound
a) amusing
b) intelligent
in their blogs at the same time. alas, this is not for me. so, laugh a little. if not with me, than at me will also suffice.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Cutting You Out
These words I wrote for your eyes to see,
but you were never going to comprehend.
It's too late for me to change my mind,
too late for excuses and possible goodbyes.
No regrets are forming in my thoughts;
the line hangs limply between the blades,
but the question still remains.
but you were never going to comprehend.
It's too late for me to change my mind,
too late for excuses and possible goodbyes.
No regrets are forming in my thoughts;
the line hangs limply between the blades,
but the question still remains.
Hide
I thought I had hidden my cracks away,
tucked them under layers so thick like cream.
The beauty I sought was attainable;
or so I assumed.
Each flaw was magnified in that cruel image,
the barbs that flew buried deep into flesh.
For beauty is only skin deep and I knew
that however much I tried to hide the truth,
it would still be there behind my every step.
tucked them under layers so thick like cream.
The beauty I sought was attainable;
or so I assumed.
Each flaw was magnified in that cruel image,
the barbs that flew buried deep into flesh.
For beauty is only skin deep and I knew
that however much I tried to hide the truth,
it would still be there behind my every step.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Vines
You entwined your memory into my thoughts like vines
and wove patterns into my every daydream and wish.
I cannot think to tear you apart from my being
for such separation would cause me such pain,
for you have become a part of me like a limb I need
and like the other half of my still beating heart.
and wove patterns into my every daydream and wish.
I cannot think to tear you apart from my being
for such separation would cause me such pain,
for you have become a part of me like a limb I need
and like the other half of my still beating heart.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Sailing Away
As you board that ship to the ends of the world,
to discover things yet unknown and yet unseen.
I will keep those memories safe and treasured,
put away until called for in another time and place.
So you’ll go sailing on past the dark horizon,
with a thousand stars twinkling in the foreground.
I’ll remain on the shore with my eyes to the sea,
and hope that perhaps one day I may see you again.
to discover things yet unknown and yet unseen.
I will keep those memories safe and treasured,
put away until called for in another time and place.
So you’ll go sailing on past the dark horizon,
with a thousand stars twinkling in the foreground.
I’ll remain on the shore with my eyes to the sea,
and hope that perhaps one day I may see you again.
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