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The Stalker like personality

STALKER:

I know you but you don’t know me
I want to be your friend
I have been watching you from afar
I try to acquire as much information on you
Friendster, Facebook, Myspace are my much trust resources
I guess we do have common friends

I’m very sociable
First thing i did when i had your number was to play miss calls
Just to get your attention
My thoughts got more obsessive when i didn’t receive a feedback
At wee hours of the night my miss calls started
I’ll not give up.

Perhaps I should just send you text
” Hello object, i’m xxxx i want to be your friend”
Oh, yes i got a reply!
Round one goes to me!!
This should be getting easier now
Since you know my existence.

Stalkers are freaky people who most definitely are cowardly people that takes them a long time to muster their courage to confront their prey. While trying to muster their courage they will try to establish friendship with their prey to make things easier. They are smart because resourceful in finding out who you are, your name, which university you go to, and obtaining your cellphone number. They are persistent to a fault turn into obsession- they won’t take no for an answer until you say something unpleasant that jolts their senses back into reality.

Take precaution when someone knows you by your name and cellphone but does not introduce themselves first. Better still block them off from your call list, never entertain this kind of people. At first you may think it is somewhat flattering that someone wants to get to know you and took so much of initiative to find out who you are. However think twice, the manner of approach and speech of a person can determine whether that person is a friendly stalker, a psycho one or a freaky one.

It is saner and safer if your stalker does introduce him/herself first when approaching you. Be smart go find out how that stalker got to know you and where they got your number, because there’s definitely a mutual friend you both share and know of.

However, if you are a Histrionic person that love it that your social website is being populated with people who

go ahead and flatter your self.

You my as well set up an application form:

A stalker is someone who knows you by your name and has your phone number, gives you midnight miss calls despite doing that too during the day time and sends you numerous text everyday.

What about Birthdays?

When i was younger, birthdays was one of my favourite day of the year. That’s when the simplest stuff excites me such like i get to choose my own cake- Fair Lady from Angel Cake House at ss12, and get to choose where to go for dinner! Back then i love western food! So anything that on the menu that has Lamb Chop goes well with me Anyway, cutting the cake is the highlight for me, i get all wide-eye like a doe that is caught in a headlight only i have small eyes caught by the dancing candles.

So years pass…
Somewhere along the road of Growing-Up, birthday excitement cease and eventually frozen like back in the ice age. The Family became not hype into celebrating birthdays. It’s like playing an old cassette and you know what songs come after the other. Waking up and receiving well wishes and words of imparting wisdom from the parents plus the red big packet is as good as it gets!

To set the record straight, the family does not have a big affinity in celebrating born days.

Right now, i don’t still don’t have all this hype of: “Oohhh My Birthday is coming!! Let’s me throw a big party! No wait, let’s do so cool that it will be worth remembering! Oh Oh, those pressies that i will get!! I hope they get me that really, really gorgeous thing that i saw at the mall.”  And you know those sort of conversation goes on.
Waking up on birthdays, will make me groan… “Humbug… just another day but with a chop on it”.

Something died off somewhere. The little wonders of birthdays is just not here anymore. It’s not like i’m missing it, but it would be nice to experience it again or once in awhile for that matter.

Just this afternoon, i think i found that little wonder of birthday celebration

Birthdays are not meant to remember how awesome you are
Birthdays are not about presents
Birthdays are not about  you

but…

Birthdays are meant to be celebrated with the birthday person
Birthdays are the day where we show thanks in gestures on how fortunate we have that birthday person in our life
Birthdays will have no meaning, until you celebrate the birthdays of others

what are birthdays to you?

a new understanding of that little wonder.

Under the scalpel

Have you ever what is it like?
I’ve never though much of it until today.

Today was the third time we had to draw blood from the heart of our short 21 days lived lab rat. Each time is as painful to watch as the first but this time was the worse. I suspect there wasn’t enough alcohol to anesthesia the rat for it took longer than usual to knock it off unconscious. When we though it was unconscious enough we place it at the dissecting tray where we pinned its four limbs with needle to the tray bed. Skillfully the lab worker pulled the flaccid abdominal muscle and makes an incision upwards to the chest cutting through its rib cage. The sound of crunch broken ribs was none as if there was nothing there in the first place. Usually, if the animal is not anesthesia the muscle will be still in contracted state, hence it’s easier to cut through the abdominal muscles without the messy pool of blood flooding.

Half way making the incision towards the chest, the rat struggled! It was gaining conscious. We had to quickly place the alcohol cotton on its face. The struggle wasn’t over until we draw all its blood from its heart to the syringe. How cruel and unethical it was.

I was watching from quite a distance, taking a step back each time I as the rat gain conscious and struggled, earnestly giving prayers to the poor animal, hoping the ordeal it had to go through wasn’t as bad as it looks. But who am I kidding? It’s painful enough to watch as it is what more if the one under the scalpel.

A few days ago I watch a movie-Awaken, story revolves a rich young business tycoon who had to lie on the surgery table having a cardio transplant. He was anesthesia of course but he’s subconscious mind was awake. Imagine finding yourself some what awake and watching you being dissected from the sides. He was screaming his lungs out of terror when he watch himself being slice up and the saw sawing through his ribcage as they went in and grab his heart. He watched the crew of operation doctors screw up as his body started crashing.

Comparing the two I’ve mix feelings conjure up in me as these two questions pop in to my mind: “What if I were the surgeon? What if I was lying on the cold operating table?”
I feel sorry for the rat having to wake up finding itself immobilize, hurt and being cut up. It left its dismembered body with its life being suck away into the syringe as the piston pulled upwards. Life was no more just like that.

Out, out, brief candle

It gets me wondering, was there any other way to draw all the blood from the rat other than that. If the rat was killed stone cold first, we would not be able to draw that much blood from the heart because the blood would have coagulated by then.

……. unfinished…

I hate to say this but….

i’m in a such off beat mood that maybe in a hypomaniac stage.

3 weeks more but i’m feeling the strain! Bloody hell

mooma and dooda are pestering to come back  =.+  yes yes… will do so after thesis finish i think… i’m kinda fed up here too!

i hate tomorrow- i want to sloth in til the afternoon.

i need a dose of amphetamine! QUICK!!

put aside that…. I must tell loud and clear how much i detest those Facebook causes groups!! I find it totally worthless! By joining, i know people are telling loud and clear what they stand for. But Common bozos, where’s the action?! By joining and doing something about it is proactive! Sitting there and clicking that lazy ass finger and saying “i support” is such a PoppyCock!!!

Don’t get me started on this farking emails that says, by forwarding this email and sending to so-so target i will receive donation from some organization for this trauma blah blah… okie i get it, i feel the pain u got in trauma, but how in anyway i know there is money going to give to you? How do they track it?!!! It’s not i’m cold hearted, it’s just that i don’t have a heart to give to this kind of nonsense.

For the things i cannot see it myself or lay my hands on… forget it! It’s probably a scham and you’re wasting my time. It may seem unkind and uncompassionate… just show me what you got and i lay the goods out!

Depressed agitation indeed.