Designing a Superhero

What would seem to be an interesting assignment turns out to be a nightmare when you are unable to choose your super-powers freely, being forced to link it to a biological sense. That's what we have for our Introduction to Biopsychology assignment: Create a superhero from scratch with relevant super-powers related to the bodily senses. There isn't much choice to sample from. Amongst the available powers are:

1. Super Sight/Telescopic Ability/Nightvision
2. Enhanced Hearing, Advance Localization Capabilities
3. Improved Olfactory Skills, Fragance Detection
4. Superior Taste Buds
5. Ultrasensitive Pressure Receptors
6. Temperature Discrimination
7. Pain Inhibitory Ability

None of which seem to be a part of a creative superhero. Time to rack my brains again.

Why can't we have choices of surreal super-powers?

My favourite superhero would be the Martian Manhunter.

J'onn J'onzz.

People call him the Jack of all Trades, and he deserves that title very much. He has super-strength, flight, x-ray vision and damage resistance like Superman, shapeshifting and transformation capabilities like Mystique, telepathy and psychokinesis control like Professor Xavier and teleportation prowess like Blink. And, he's smart too.

BAH, now I am forced to choose only ONE out of that terrible list of seven skills above. Wish me luck...

Emotional Rollercoaster and Lots of Other Crap

I absolutely hate taking rollercoasters. People used to tell me I didn't have the guts to go on one, and I'll just tell them that they might be right. I think I'm just afraid of all the dives, drops and corkscrews. I'm afraid of being afraid. There is one thing that I am more afraid off: being angered.

I wish I never had this pent up anger in me. Who doesn't? I hate what it can do to me, making me get out of control, making me look like a lunatic, making me scream at my loved ones. I know the reality behind anger. I know it is like acid in the vat. I know it hurts me the longer I have it in me. But I just can't seem to let go. I don't know what unfinished business I may be waiting to resolve. I hope it comes fast. I just cannot stand it anymore.

Plus, what a bad impression I am puting on God. I am so terrible.

~o0O0o~

I feel the need to apologize to so many people.

Sorry to Alison Tee, for not replying your message. I guess I was afraid. Afraid of responsibility. It's like when small boys don't admit that they broke the bowl because they were afraid of repercussions. I feel so immature sometimes. So contradictory.

Sorry to Kevin Lee. Ditto above.

So sorry to God. And I keep saying that I will never take the saving Grace so easily. I am such a bad person. ARGH.

~o0O0o~

Okay, feel much better now. Today's mid-term papers were acceptable. As usual, I think I won't be doing as well for Leadership and Life Skills (a Study Skills type paper). But I think I will do quite well in my Introduction to Social and Health Psychology. Sorry to those who I had annoyed during pre-examination study sessions. I was just being me...

I really hope Sam and Ally gets better. They weren't feeling well today.

I'm still hoping that Ju will pass his PHD in drummorology examination.

Hope that everyone does well in their mid-terms.

I'm so jealous of people like Mellissa and Michael who gets all the interesting subjects like Philosophy, Graffitti (Crimonology) and Practical Issues in Science. Unfair leh. All I get is stupid boring LLS. Okay la, not stupid but definitely boring. Feeling quite glad that I have Cheong Win Nee though.

~o0O0o~

I really wish people would take me more seriously.

Each time I say stuff like, "I think I need to grow up" or "I think I must start being more dilligent" or perhaps "It is time for me to make some positive changes", they would just stare at me like I was crazy and go, "Hey, have you heard about the...", changing the subject.

I seriously want some changes in my life. I want the bad to go away. I want the good to be developed. And I need some help.

I have had enough criticism in life.

~o0O0o~

Enough rambling for today. I hope tomorrow would be a better day.

BTW, does anyone know the postage required for an A4 size envelop to Melbourne? Please leave reply!

Tag the Stupid Critic

I have absolutely no idea how long it has been since I last blogged. The inability to express myself through this media is totally unnerving. As usual, everyone was hogging the computers during CNY so I'm so lucky to be able to sit down and blog in privacy after finding myself home alone. With so little space and time, let's begin:

1. The Tag

YES I WAS TAGGED. AHA! People would usually be irritated when they have to complete some long and tedious (and sometimes, boring) questionnaire, but I think they're quite fun. And yes, I already know what being tagged means. I know I am jakun. :P

Tagged by Poh Sim.

Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

1. I used to and still own a soft toy monkey. I named him Monkey-ney. How's that for imagination? His tail came off once, and I accidentally sewed it back on the wrong side of the tail.

Cute or not?

2. I have a fetish for people rubbing my bald head.

3. When I order any soup-ish noodle dish, I finish off the soup first and eat the noodles dry.

4. My favourite part of a house/hotel/resort is its toilet/bathroom.

Drool.

5. I thought that Nicholas Cage looked HAWT (with a capital HAWT) in the movie Ghost Rider. But only in that movie. :P

Refined.

6. I am not bothered with the action of receiving angpows. I mean, I appreciate the gift, but it doesn't seem to bring me any happiness...

Tag 6 others: Isn't 6, like, too much? If you're reading this, you're tagged.

Sorry if I'm appearing too weird... That's the real me.

2. The Stupidity

I went to college today to find no one there. Apparently there aren't any classes. So much for my holiday and beautiful sleep. This shows you how much I need classes, and the sight of unseen friends...

3. The Critic

1. BETESY WHY YOUR BLOG SO CHEONG HEI ONE! MY EYES BLEEDING ALREADY! Red isn't only the colour of prosperity, it's also the colour of blood...

2. Ally updated her blog again. Maybe she should lose her voice more often then I wouldn't be so bored with nothing to read. NAH, just kidding.



Okay, I'm done for now. Can't wait for classes to resume.

Love the Pig

Haven't been blogging in quite a while due to the lack of inspiration, aspiration and a proper internet connection. But, here I am, blogging just moments away from the Reunion Dinner, which apparently is going to be a steam-boatish one.

Before we begin, perhaps we should greet the moments of celebrations:

HAPPY VALENTINES AND HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!
(Year of the Pig)

1. One thing is for sure: I'm fully cured! No more fever, no more sore throat and no more headaches. And just in time to sample the yearly delicacies we otherwise do not obtain. Kudos to all those people out there who prayed for healing. A million thanks is also due to my mum, although nags a lot at times, has good intentions for all her actions. And of course, how can I not forget the EXTRA sweet herbal tea and 2 packs of Yakult from Ally and Sherene respectively. Sorry for delivering the flask so late, and to be honest, I only drank one bottle of Yakult. Things seem to go missing in my house very fast, especially when it is some kind of food.

2. Is it me or I don't seem to feel the spirit of Chinese New Year everytime it comes around? It's like I'm not even looking forward to getting Ang Pows or even the food. The celebration of a new start of the Chinese calendar seems to get more and more monotonous, predictable and commercialized. Strange.

One good thing is that I do not like pork dishes that much, so I'm doing much for the pigs. Yay me.

3. If you're bored, come to my house for CNY. Because I'm bored too. :P

4. The Matrics first Bumper Issue is out! I'm like so happy and so sad at the same time. Miss Chris didn't change the font for some of the headings and it looked yucky. Boo for her. Boo for me too, for being so late and everything. And at the same time, the new Harvest Times is out. YEA. I was waiting so long for it.

I'm supposed to send a copy to Mell in Melbourne, but I think she doesn't have the address yet.



Okay, I'm museless again. The wonders of writer's bloc. See you around. And hopefully you get so much Ang Pows that you are willing to belanja me next time. AHA.

I Am SOOOOO Stupid Sometimes

There is one thing bad about me that I sometimes want to slap myself hard for:

I CAN BE SO INSENSITIVE.

I mean, people are already suffering and I can still be so mean and inable to make proper decisions and actions. I am so an idiot I tell you. The good thing is that I at least know about the problem. The bad thing is that I think I would be insensitive sometime again in the future, despite my knowledge of the problem to start with.

BAH. Moving on.

When I was humming a lightly singing to alleviate my boredom during the 2 kilometres walk back home from the bus stop, it suddenly started raining. A rain song, it would seem. Initially, I was irritated by the rain, halting my already late journey home, yet, I knew that sometime this week, I was wishing for a rainfall. Be careful what you wish for, for you may get it.

I really hope the weather improves. People are starting to succumb to the illnesses of heatstroke and feverish conditions. People like me...

HEAT BEGONE!!!

Did it work?

BRRRRRR.

Nah, just kidding. I wish.

Oh, today I developed a personal mission statement during LLS tutorials. It is:

To forgive unconditionally.

Because we shouldn't be burdened by guilt. We shouldn't be strapped down by our failures, by our unconscious preferences and dislikes. We deserve more. Be happy.

Feeling Much Better

How does it feel to feel so much better that you are not pulled down by your illness, physical disability and mental breakdowns?

Like heaven.

Of course, it doesn't mean I'm fully cured. For some unknown reason, or perhaps the weather, I am left with an intchy feeling near my chest and a slowly disintegrating sore-throat. But nothing big that is strapping me to the floor, no bother.

And finally, I was able to go to service. I felt quite bad for missing last week's double service bonanza, although I know that it's all part of the great plan. I also had the capability to sing during the worship and praise session, thank goodness. Pastor Kevin was so funny today, so relevant, which is good. Not that he is irrelevant all the time, but you know what I mean la...

Later, we surprised Poh Sim for her birthday. Yet again, we had trouble with lighting the candles, silly us. But the good thing is that she was happy. The cake tasted ten times better than my third granduncle's birthday cake, but Chinese birthdays are not really all about the cake, so there you go.

HAPPY B'DAY B.O.B.!

After lunch at the sidewalk cafe, we went to 1U to meet up with Sam and Stella (and surprisingly Evie) to accompany them for their CNY shopping. I felt quite sad because I wasn't able to buy anything. I wish to apologize to Sam for making him go and find me in who-knows-where when I did my disappearing act to the front of the Giordano...

Next stop: Jcquelyn's House warming party. Other than the huge and finely decorated house, I was able to see how a house is dedicated to the Lord for the first time. It was led by Pastor Tom of Something-Something-Something (Can't remember the 3-letter-initials) of a discipleship church. We had fun with the encounter with the worm/snake/lipan and our entertaining of ourselves.

A great day indeed.

I hope everyday I would be that blessed, but to think of it, I already am!

Headache

I have a terible headache now. That's all, see you around.

I Will Be There For [Insert Name Here]

Ever since yesterday when I returned to my systematically arranged school life, I was shocked, not by the amassing amount of workload, but the emotional state of my dear acquaintances.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?!?!?

For the past 1 month or so I have been led to live life with happiness, even in my darkest moments, and it has worked out fine so far. And, I have to MEET all these sadistic and emoptionally unstable people? Forgive me for sounding selfish or angry, but I'm just horrified by reality.

I'm sorry.

I just want all of you to be happy. Overflowing with happiness and love for each other. Which is almost impossible unless you already are keeping faith strongly.

One thing you can do. You can talk to me. You might not think that I am close enough to share the burden, or that I shouldn't be allowed to carry such a burden, but don't worry:

That's what friends are for.

I may not understand. I may not be worthy. I may be a backstabber.

BUT I CARE.

More than you can ever imagine.

Tell me your story.

The Holy Three-nity #2

And here am I again, feeling blessed by the close visitation of the third kind.

A not-so-surprising surprising visit by the three ladies of mercy, Ally, Stella and Sherene on the eve of the 5th of February marks a new step of life for me. I NEVER, and let me say this again, NEVER get visitors when I am sick. Until today.

And not only did the damsels in distress bless me with their presence, also, gifts which are remarkably more sincere then the material loss in those items greeted me with a fancy, a doubting image of heartful considerations. 2 packets of Yakult and a still-boiling draught of homemade herbal tea.

Never before have I felt more comforted by the presence of friendly acquaintances. Of true beings in their purest forms.

I thank you all.

Homemade Tag #1

This is my first homemade tag. Hope you enjoy it.



1. The superstition that is most superstitious to you although some people seem to hold this superstition so super superstitiously strict:
The one about people shaking their legs having future financial losses. I mean, I'm just trying to exercise my legs and keep awake.

2. The kind of people who will just make you turn away, regardless of how much you tell yourself to love people with compassion, or to eliminate from your conscious egotistical prejudices:
People with the 'face problem'. And descendants from the Lala and Jinjang planets.

3. The food that you will eat even though you are having a chronic throat infection and an extreme secretion of mucus and unsightly phlegm:
Flour noodles.

4. The first thing that will come to your mind when someone tells you that he/she had sex before:
I'll stop thinking.

5. When people say you're fat, you take that statement as:
True. But somehow, I don't take actions to challenge that statement. Lazy and I were meant for each other.

6. If you can wish for any one form of supernatural powers, what would it be?
I would wish for the power to control space and time. Like Teferi, a planeswalker from the 'Magic the Gathering' Brotherhood storyline.

7. You have 1 wish, but it must be wished for something bad (ethically, morally and subjectively). What would you wish for?
I would wish for my own death. Better I suffer myself than to allow others to do the same.

8. If you could have the ability to play any musical instruments, which one would you want to master in particular?
The grand piano.

9. Suggest a beautiful movie for beautiful people to beautifully watch.
A Beautiful Mind, which is simply beautiful.

10. What is your hypothesized definition of 'missive' without checking the dictionary?
Massively small.

11. Tag others.
Sam, Poh Sim and Boon Woei. If you are listed here, copy the questionnaire and post it on your blog.

Ill Dawning

I feel better already, thanks to so many things. To the greatness of natural healing and medical technologies. To the care of my beloved parents and support of true friends. To the Lord. And to juice, of course.

Hopefully the dawn of my full recovery will be tomorrow.

Losing Senses Gaining Senses

I sit in front of my computer in the wee hours of the morning, wondering why I still am living. Having slept from 4 p.m. till midnight, I am developing a chronic sore throat which is capable of scaring the living daylights out of any Ear, Nose and Throat Physiologists. Barely having the energy to type, I created this post in commemoraton of what has been happening in the past 2 days.

Have you ever felt unreal, literally? The feeling of waking up to a world where reality seemed to be bent. Where you couldn't even feel your fingers or legs. Where you feel afloat, yet rooted to the ground below. Where you start having a misperception that everything around you is a figment of your imagination. I have. Yesterday, after waking up from a short afternoon nap at 12.30 p.m., I felt surreal, I felt like the world was about to disappear. I couldn't feel. I didn't know why. When I looked at people at talked to them, I can barely tell whether I am talking or not. I can barely feel myself existing.

I quote from the Dr. Rosen in the show 'A Beautiful Mind' (which I somehow watched before writing this post):

"Imagine if you suddenly learned that the people, the places, the moments most important to you were not gone, not dead, but worse, had never been. What kind of hell would that be?"

The worst kind of hell, I would say.

As I started getting back my sensory capabilities during the screening of 'Crash' during the Psychology Movie Festival, I began to appreciate the immaterial things of life: friends who would care for me at my darkest hour, the world we life in with all its horrors and miracles and most importantly, my relationship with the Lord who loves me infinitely.

However, the pain I am currently going through makes my presence seem atrociously ugly. My throat occasionally spasm with pain, shaking my head like a rattlesnake's rattle. Together with the feeling of lightheadedness, I feel sick. I blame myself for being an ignorant fool, for not being able to care for my worldly body in which I am able to love the world. Dehydration and an unbalanced diet led to a variety of signs which I completely ignored and vanquished. Screaming at the top of my voice at the GMB concert further irritated my throat further.

A minor digression: GMB ROCKS!

I feel disappointed and unfaithful by missing 2 powerful services yesterday and today, I sometimes question whether my faith is string enough, whether the attachment to my physical body was that important.

Mark 14
38 "Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."

Nevertheless, I never felt more blessed at this moment, knowing that there will be a miracle.

There will be a miracle. Because the best moments of my life has yet to come.

Okay, now I think I better go sleep again. See you at a more convenient hour.

The Holy Three-nity

My final post for the day. Today got three. Three is seriously the holy number.

1. For those of you who do not know why we have a holiday today, this is why: Today is HARI PENUBUHAN WILAYAH PERSEKUTUAN. Don't ask me what is it about. I tried google-ing it and ended with no results. BAH. The number three plays a role here, as in three federal teritories: Kuala Lumpur, Labuan and Putrajaya.

2. Today I drove a car three times ALONE. For the first time. Quite scary actually, but it turned out to be not such a scary event. No accidents. No nothing. I tell you, people going to Stella's B'day party tomorrow at Araville better liked my Bread Jelly, I spent half the day prancing around town getting all the required ingredients. So, even if the jelly is rock hard, they better like it. I think I'm making three trays. Three again.

3. Today I'll be reviewing three blogs. Three again:

1. First up we have 'The Sailor Girl Speaks.' by the famous Ng Ai Li. Yes, she's famous. How many of us gets our faces in the newspapers every now and then? With our names spelt wrong? AHA. Ng Ai Lie. The reporter sleeping on the job, I think. I must wish her good luck for her upcoming Langkawi competition. Hopefully no one hits themselves on the bow or something, yea? Her blog is all about her adventures in the high (and low) seas. When will she bring me along?

2. Second up we have The Betesy/Beetsy/Bet See. Her blog is funneh. I like it. It has things people are looking for: flawless scribbles. Cakar ayam. Like this:

BETESY WHERE ARE YOODELAYHEEHOOOYOODELAYHEEHOOOOOOOOOOOO...
(Keep screaming until it flies off the blog frame.)

3. There's one thing good about Google owning Blogger: You can find people's blogs by just google-ing their full names. So I found the Silent but Superior BOON the WOEI. He is full of questions. I mean, you can see that from the name of his blog. Boon Woei, do you know that when you get a 'Cannot Find Server' after publishing a post, you just have to press 'BACK' to get everything that you have written? You don't have to Ctrl-C all the time, you know?

The Holy Three-nity. Never lose them.

Life Of The Rich And Famous

We know who they are. They are the group of people appearing in the magazines, televisions and radio. They are the crowd at clubs in Bangsar and Hartamas. They are the individuals adorned by the latest fashion, having the afinity for luxurious goods. They are the practioner of upper-class living. Most of them MUST be a socialite, they have to be, that's their life. The old methodology was that the rich and famous are obnoxious snobbish snots, but I know better than that. I knew that there are groups of people out there who live a life millions of people are dreaming off, yet still be humble and respectable. but, let me tell you something:

I'm beginning to lose that faith.

I see people getting ugly. I see people fighting over the slightest matter. I see people becoming less human. I see darkness. A void. A bottomless abyss. Weakness.

Then when they're falling down the pit, you stand at the edge wondering whether you should jump after them. I found the best thing to do:

Don't.

It's just not worth it. The only thing thing you'll do if you jump after them is cause both of you to fall even faster.

Remind yourself that things are usually always not what they seem to be. People act. People lie. People sin. People kick you into the pit when you're looking at your friend down below.

Finally, my final message:

THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU.

Get a life. Get true friends. Get true love. Stop hurting people. Stop being idiotic, egotistical, selfish.

You know who you are.

Another Tagged Thingy

No one tagged me. Heck, I don't even know what tagged means. I think I tagged myself thorugh Sam's blog. HA.

1. Are your parents married or divorced?
Married.

2. Are you a vegetarian?
No.

3. Do you believe in Heaven?
Define heaven.

4. Have you ever come close to dying?
Define dying.

5. What jewellery do you wear 24/7?
Nothing. I wished I could have jewelry.

6. Favourite time of day?
Morning.

7. Do you eat the stems of broccoli?
Yes. It's better than the stems of most of the other leafy vegetables.

8. Do you wear makeup?
What makeup?

9. Ever have plastic surgery?
Ew.

10. Do you colour your hair?
No. Will I? Maybe.

11. What do you wear to bed?
Anything under the moon.

12. Have you ever done anything illegal?
Yes. I think.

13. Can you roll your tongue?
No.

14. Do you tweeze your eyebrows?
Never. Would you teach me?

15. What kind of sneakers?
None. I would have Sketchers if I could have a pair.

16. Do you believe in abortions?
Do you mean, 'Do you support abortion?'? I mean, I have to believe in it because it exists, right?

17. What is your Hair color?
Obsidian.

18. Future child’s name?
Never thought of it.

19. Do you snore?
Yes. At times.

20. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?
Shangri-La.

21. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
Used to. They were fun.

22. If you won the lottery, what would you do first?
Save in the bank la.

23. Gold or silver?
Silver, as in Perlini's Silver, not Poh Kong.

24. Hamburger or hot dog?
Hamburgers.

25. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Taman Megah's Restoran Gembira's Flour Noodles.

26. City, beach or country?
Country.

27. What was the last thing you touched?
Keyboard?

28. Where did you eat last?
At home. Oreos.

29. When’s the last time you cried?
CG meet. No one was seeing anyway.

30. Do you read blogs?
Of course. Check out my links.

31. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?
Would you?

32. Ever been involved with the police?
No.

33. What’s your favourite shampoo conditioner and soap?
Dove. But so expensive la.

34. Do you talk in your sleep?
I think I don't. I snore la.

35. Ocean or pool?
Ocean. But pool if you were referring to Port Dickson's beaches.

36. So, who has the original missing questions?
Huh?

37. Who would you take on a ménage à trois for a dirty weekend?
What in the world is a 'ménage à trois'?

38. Window seat or aisle?
Window!

39. Ever met anyone famous?
Can't remember. I should have, but it didn't seem to be anyone who had a big impact on me.

40. Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?
Not yet. But I will have it.

41. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?
Twirl.

42. Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey?
Neither?

43. Basketball or Football?
I play football better than basketball, but not necessarily good at both. I do not watch any of them on TV.

44. How long do your showers last?
Ranges from 1 minute to 1 hour. The mean is around 2 minutes.

45. Automatic or do you drive a stick?
Auto. But I like sticks.

46. Cake or ice cream?
Can I have both?

47. Are you self-conscious?
How do you tell?

48. Have you ever drank so much you threw up?
No.

49. Have you ever given money to a beggar?
No.

50. Have you been in love?
Yes.

51. Where do you wish you were?
Isn't this question is exactly the same as question number 20?

52. Are you wearing socks?
Now? No.

53. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
Many times. But not as the patient.

54. Can you tango?
No.

55. Last gift you received?
Poh Sim's CC treat. TQTQTQ!

56. Last sport you played?
Can't remember.

57. Things you spend a lot of money on?
Food.

58. Where do you live?
Taman Sea, Petaling Jaya.

59. Where were you born?
Assunta Hospital.

60. Last wedding attended?
My distant cousin's one in Ipoh.

61. Spit or swallow?
Swallow.

62. Favorite position?
Erm...

63. Most hated food(s)?
Too many to write.

64. What’s your least fav.?
Of?

65. Can you sing?
Ask Cowell.

66. Last person you instant messaged?
Joshua.

67. Last place you went on holiday?
Langkawi. WOOHOO!

68. Favourite regular drink?
Teh Tarik Kurang Manis.

69. Current Song?
Come What May - Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman.

70. Tag 3 friends: HOW DO YOU TAG PEOPLE!?!?!?