my home is in empty spaces.

No shisha for me. Ever.

No doubt. Very. Happy. in the way I'd thought I'd never be happy again.

Where did this come from? =) Probably sneaked up when I was not looking.

*thinks about it some more* Yes, very happy.

It's been a while, but I've realised that I am. Really. Happy.

As tagged by myztika.

Bold, underline or italicize the statements that apply to you. Then, post the list on your blog, and tag others to do it too!

I have a cell phone. [Who doesn't.]
I have friends that use me. [There are certainly people I know who use me, and whom I use, but I don't know if they are my friends exactly. ;) ]
I am an only child.
I love dangly earrings. [They generally don't suit my face.]
I love cold weather. [Only when I'm not in the thick of it.]

I'm obsessed with the internet. [I prefer books and humans.]
I have shot a gun before.
I can't live without music. [I can live without lots of things.]
I have no tolerance of ignorant people.
I have ridden on a motorcycle before. [Sorry, I have a car.]

I'll be in this town forever. [Doubt it. Quite.]
I've been to 5 other countries. [Not even if you count the transit stopovers, deh.]
I get annoyed easily.
I eventually want kids.
I have neat handwriting. [Absolutely kick-ass handwriting!]

I have more than a few horrible memories.
I am addicted to chocolate.
I am an atheist.
I love airplane rides.
I love taking pictures.

I hate people who are fake. [If needs must, if needs must..........]
I can be mean when I want to. [A certain person comes to mind.]
My parents care about my grades. [Obsessed, they are.]
One of my best friends is a girl.
I have way too many wallets.

I'm obsessed with lip gloss.
I am easy to talk to. [No. Absolutely not.]
I would never eat raw fish. [Salmon sashimi yum.]
I cry easily. [Not easily.]
I hate when people are late. [Uh, no, not if they gave me enough notice.]

I procrastinate. [For some things]
I love winter. [see "cold", above]
I have too many clothes for my closet/dresser.
I love to sleep. [And other things too.]
I wish I were smarter. [I don't wish it. I just work on it every minute of my life.]

I'm afraid of flying.
I hate drama. [Not really. If it's necessary, well........]
I bite my nails.
I have been on an 8 hour drive.
I never fight with my parents. [I don't think such a saint exists.]

I love the beach.
I have never had the chicken pox.
I have gone out in public in my pajamas. [When I didn't have enough clean clothes in hostel, yes. Once.]
I can't control my emotions. [I can control what I wanna do with them though.]
I have a best friend. [More than one.]

I have moved more than once.
I truly love my friends.
I have (had) braces.
I have never broken a bone.
I hate my computer. [The one at home keeps rebooting itself and needs to be REFORMATTED. *cue menacing music*]

I like guys who play the drums. [There are more important qualities I prefer, although drum-playing ain't a bad bad thing.]
I state the obvious. [Sometimes, for some things.]
I'm a happy person. [Mostly.]
I love to dance. [I don't know about loving it, but I do it, spontaneously and rarely.]
I love to sing. [see "dance", above]

I love cleaning my room.
I tend to get jealous very easily.
I love cute underwear.
I love night better than day. [Cos it's the time when I can sleep, watch TV, eat or read books.] I don't like to study for tests. [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.]

I have been on the phone for over 5 hours.
I am too forgiving.
I have horrible sense of direction. [I have an extremely good sense of direction. How dare you. :p]
I miss elementary school. [Nuts.]
I'm a daddy's boy/girl.

I love the color pink. [Doesn't go well with my looks.]
I love to sew.
My eye color changes.
I should see a therapist. [Huh?]
I played on a girls sports team.

I become stressed easily. [No. Ice cubes are Us.]
I hate/detest liars. [Only when they lie to me. I just had to point that out.]
I love the smell of rain. [Yes yes yes.]
I love my family. [hmmm...... sometimes.]
I hate needles.

I am a perfectionist. [Used to be. Now not.]
I always wanted to learn to play the guitar. [I prefer not to ruin my fingertips; they can be used for other purposes.]
I hate the feeling of failure. [No no no, there are actually tofu out there who love to fail. Duh.]
I have friends in other countries.
I know how to cook. [A bit. When I have to.]

I can be quite selfish. [No doubt.]
At times, I still act like a little kid. [You must tell me when this happens. I can't spot it myself.]
I have food allergies.
I love to read.
I wish I were more motivated for school. [I'd also wish to fly, but externalities influence us all except for some blessed children.]

I love getting stuff in the mail. [More accurate to say that I get curious about stuff I get in the mail.]
I have problems with letting go of old feelings. [No.]
I hate being alone.
I love summer.
I love the weekends. [And Friday evenings onwards too!^_^]

I love black eyeliner. [You love carcinogenic substances?]
I think I'm a looker. [Nuts.]
I type with one hand. [No, I use all fingers and both thumbs. I can type accurately and very very fast without looking at the keyboard or the monitor. Don't play play.]
I live in a one storey house.
I wear make-up. [Rarely.]

I have never rode on an underground subway.
I can't swim. [Heheheh.]
I have bad memories.
I go to church.
I sing in the shower. [I -hum- in the shower and occasionally mumble some tuneless thing.]

I hate cheerleaders. [Such an American question.]
I usually get what I want.
I have been on stage before.
I love roller coasters. [Yucks yucks. Unless they are the kiddy ones. Ah the perks of being a girl.]

No one knows the full story of my life. [XY does.]
I am close to my parents. [Not really.]
I don't have a curfew.

And now... I'm tagging:
whoever wants to do this lah.

I could laugh till I cried, at this.

(me) says:
but .... JC was quadzillion years ago
Y says:
yes but believe me the image has stuck in my head. i have tried so hard to forget it.
Y says:
as in ****** ****** ***** [details of what atrociously X-rated image].
(me) says:
LOL
(me) says:
don't
(me) says:
*hiccups with laughter*
(me) says:
oh no now that image is stuck in my head toooo!!!!!!
(me) says:
arrrggggh
(me) says:
LOL
Y says:
exactly
(me) says:
thanks
Y says:
why it was my pleasure
(me) says:
HAHAHAHA
(me) says:
uh no
(me) says:
LOL hahahahahahahahahahaha
(me) says:
stop stop before i start telling you strange jokes


Happy Valentine's Day, all.

The main reason I hate facials is that they make me put on some flimsy robe and lie on a freezing cold table for 2 1/2 hours without letting me move much.

I couldn't come up with a better recipe for sickness if I had to.

With great charm and elegance, this put into words what I have up till now only rebutted with fury and a swinging scythe.

"Quelle horreur" , indeed.

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Size 6: The Western Women's Harem. from Scheherazade Goes West by Fatima Mernissi, a Moroccan feminist and professor at Mohammed V University, who grew up in an enclosed harem, unable to leave except once a week when she could walk, escorted and veiled, to the Hammam, or Turkish baths.

Unlike the Muslim man, who uses space to establish male domination by excluding women from the public arena, the Western man manipulates time and light. He declares that in order to be beautiful, a woman must look fourteen years old. If she dares to look fifty, or worse, sixty, she is beyond the pale. By putting the spotlight on the female child and framing her as the ideal of beauty, he condemns the mature woman to invisibility. In fact, the modern Western man enforces Immanuel Kant's nineteenth-century theories: To be beautiful, women have to appear childish and brainless.

... the weapon used against women is time. Time is less visible, more fluid than space. The Western man uses images and spotlights to freeze female beauty within an idealized childhood, and forces women to perceive aging—that normal unfolding of years—as a shameful devaluation. "Here I am, transformed into a dinosaur," ... drifted into the fringes of nothingness. By putting the spotlight on the prepubescent female, the Western man veils the older, more mature woman, wrapping her in shrouds of ugliness. This idea gives me the chills because it tattoos the invisible harem directly onto a woman's skin.

...
Framing youth as beauty and condemning maturity is the weapon used against women in the West just as limited access to public space is the weapon used in the East. The objective remains identical in both cultures: to make women feel unwelcome, inadequate, and ugly.The power of Western man resides in dictating what women should wear and how they should look. He controls the whole fashion industry, from cosmetics to underwear. The West, I realized, was the only part of the world where women's fashion is a man's business. In places like Morocco, where you design your own clothes and discuss them with craftsmen and –women, fashion is your own business. ...

Women enter power games with so much of their energy deflected to their physical appearance that one hesitates to say that the playing field is level. "A cultural fixation on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty," explains Wolf. It is "an obsession about female obedience. Dieting is the most potent political sedative in women's history; a quietly mad population is a tractable one." Research, she contends, "confirmed what most women know too well—that concern with weight leads to a 'virtual collapse of self-esteem and sense of effectiveness' and that . . . 'prolonged and periodic caloric restriction' resulted in a distinctive personality whose traits are passivity, anxiety, and emotionality." Similarly, Bourdieu, who focuses more on how this myth hammers its inscriptions onto the flesh itself, recognizes that constantly reminding women of their physical appearances destabilizes them emotionally because it reduces them to exhibited objects. "By confining women to the status of symbolical objects to be seen and perceives by the other, masculine domination . . . puts women in a state of constant physical insecurity. . . . They have to strive ceaselessly to be engaging, attractive, and available." Being frozen into the passive position of an object whose very existence depends on the eyes of its beholder turns the educated modern Western women into a harem slave.

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http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/biofeedback/SA00083

I'll write a short description on this later.
[12.45ish pm]

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[10.01 pm]
It's now later. I'd like to say that giving it a name like "biofeedback" seems to me to be breathing a lil' too much life into what is essentially knowing your body well enough to relax your unconscious tensions and pains. Which is what we all do already, to some extent. But this could be worth a short flip-through.