My hair

Having to stay at home more frequently since school ended, I pretty much don't brush my hair. I actually prefer it that way, because first, I wouldn't be struggling with the knots in my hair. Can you imagine how irritating it is when you can't brush your hair through smoothly?


Second, I wouldn't be loosing so much hair, from all the pulling and brushing. It seems more of a torture than a benefit to my hair though.

And third, brushing my hair makes it flat, and I prefer it to be more puffy looking. No, don't say PUFF-Y. Say PU-FFY! Yeah...

And it didn't help much that back then, my hair was looooonng. It's not really long now, but with the curls, my hair still gets matted pretty easily.







Well, as usual, I had my hair combed through with my fingers. And after so many weeks of not brushing my hair, I found mini dreadlocks in my hair!


I panicked because dreadlocks were DREADFUL when it came to untangling them. And so I had to literally use a brush to get through all the mazes of the matted hair. It was a torturous 15 minutes of hell, with me all sweaty from the battle of the knots.


Speaking of hair and brushes, I used to be a paranoid my hair, before I had it chopped off, that is. And my hair seemed to be the magnet of every single thing.


Like all kids, I had my hairbrush stuck to my hair. Man, that wasn't fun at all! I had the brush so twirled up in my hair, that I had to chop some of it off to get my hair out.


Then I had bubblegum stuck to my hair too. And I had to put Peanut Butter on my hair just to remove the gum. Trust me, peanut butter works, but then your hair would be all greasy.


And from the many birthday bashes that I went to, I had flour, egg, cake, and even candle wax on my hair.

Things did not become any better when my brother flicked a lighted match into my hair. Fortunately, my hair did not burst into flames.

Oh, I also had my hair burnt when I flicked it without knowing that a candle was nearby (I was vain back then and candles were everywhere at home). Fortunately, only a little was burnt.


I got my hair stuck in the lift too. The doors hated me, and had to sandwich my hair.

And not to forget the ones in the MRT. Not only was my hair sandwich by the door, it was even sandwich by those "joints" in the middle of each cabins (This one hurt alot!).


I can't really remember what else I got my hair stuck into. Did you get your hair stuck into anything before?






Oh, and before I end, I'd like to show you this video. If you did not catch American Idol last night, then boo-hoo to you.


I love Johnny Cash. And Adam Lambert made the song all Gypsy, Vampire, underground type of music. I kinda' like it, and it seems that my brother LOVES it. Hahah.







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Kiasu-ness runs in the blood.

Okay, so the trip down to my new school was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was pouring heavily and smart ass mum and I did not bring an umbrella, and we pretty much ended up pushing the blame to each other as we walked by the underpass to the Convention Centre.


The place was pretty neat, I guess. But while I was there, there were a pretty good number of screw ups (isn't there always screw ups here and there?). Fortunately, there were pretty nice people who fell victim to both my mum's and my interrogation.


When we started bombarding them with questions, many started scratching their heads. Some even had this expression smeared on their faces.



Clearly, they were not ready for our questions. And they even referred us to their "Consultant". So there we were, two figures walking about the Convention Centre, from level one to level two, then back to level one, then level two again, before ending off with level one.


Many who served us and saw that we being directed to the same counters over and over again (without having our questions answered), couldn't help but chuckle. I have no idea whether they were laughing at us, or with us, seeing that we, my mum especially, was moving about frantically, as though any second late in her steps would blow up the entire place.



Oh well, it's still better to ask everything to clear my doubts, than to walk about with no idea as to what is going on.



I was pretty frustrated because their "enquiry" section had little sections in it, there was one for laptops, one for school, one for scholarships, one for loans, one for forms, one for camps.


I'm not really complaining, but I thought it would be better if they knew more of the other little sections to ensure that we did not have to move about with misinformation. Finally, we managed to clear our doubts with someone at the place where we began with, at level one.


Both of us blamed no one but ourselves for being "kiasu" as to ask about when we could have simply walked up to the guy at the entrance who answered all our questions.


But despite answering my questions, I wasn't able to get my laptop there and then, which I am actually thankful, because it'll allow me more time to check out the laptops that I wanted to choose from.


Oh the dilemma...




The more I check on the reviews online and in person, the more I find things confusing.

Different people had different feedbacks on their laptops and to make things worst, a certain brand that I liked, had the most negative reviews.


But then again, it all depends on how well I look after the laptop.... Right?






What was memorable about the trip was not the gawky or paranoid faces from those who were questioned by us. What was memorable was the puzzled look on their faces when they tried answering my questions.






There I was, dressed in my "Lazy" outfit, with my monk bag. I had dyed hair, and a lip piercing. Many pictured me as a "rebellious Minah" but after seeing my ID and hearing the way I speak, they were confused. And to make matters more confusing for them, I had my mum introduced. And to make matters even worst, my mum spoke in Malay to some, Hokkien to some and English to the rest.

And some who were brave enough, spoke to me in Malay, and there I was, helpless, trying to tell them that I wasn't a Malay. Fortunately, my mum came to my rescue.


And to top the day off, I got to talk to a staff that was really helpful, and he labelled me as a "Malay looking girl who is actually Indian but speaks Chinese".


Puzzling.






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BoogerMan

You know what would be great right now? For BoogerMan to come to Life.

No, not Boogey Man.


That's BoogeyMan from WWE. And yes, those are Earth worms dangling from his mouth.




It's BOOGERMAN. Yes, Booger.





Who is this BoogerMan you say?

He was the coolest anti-hero ever! Back in those days when Sega Saturn was still cool, BoogerMan was on my screen every single day. Well, to most, he would seem unlikely of a hero because of his disgusting powers, but to most kids (or maybe me), he was some awesome shizz!


(From http://www.answers.com/topic/boogerman-a-pick-and-flick-adventure)

You are Snotty Ragsdale: suave millionaire by day, unappreciated superhero by night. Your mission is to enter the bowels of the Earth to stop the evil Booger Meister from polluting the planet. The journey will take you through six worlds, each having multiple stages: Flatulent Swamps, The Pits, Boogerville, Mucous Mountains, Nasal Caverns and the mysterious Pus Palace. As Boogerman, you can use your natural powers to defeat eighteen different enemies and four bosses on your way to confront Booger Meister himself.

These abilities include the Flick, Burp, Loogie, Super Burp, Fart and Super Fart. Boogerman can also run, jump, duck, swing and fly through the air with all the grace of a young Baryshnikov. Grab various power-ups such as Milk Bottles or Chili Peppers to keep your powers running at full capacity. This 24-Meg cartridge boasts animation of up to 30 frames per second in an attempt to recreate cartoon-like visuals. A password system lets you continue your adventures at a later time, although you might not want to resume play right after dinner. . . .



And why do I want BoogerMan here, now?

Because there are just too many nasty people around. And I want them to be "booger-fied", if there is such a term. Or they could be flushed down the toilet bowls, just like how BoogerMan travels around.



I miss playing BoogerMan..



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Body Measurements and Body as tool of Measurment

Don't bother asking how this post came about because I myself have no clue to it. Just go with the flow will you?

Anyway, back in those days, when the cave men had no idea as to what a ruler was, they used their bodies as tools of measurement instead. Yeah, you got that right, our body is actually a measuring "stick" to pretty much everything.

And it pretty much still is. Don't believe me? Well then, do you remember whenever your mum brought you out for shopping and you wanted to try on this pants but there wasn't any changing room around? What did your mum ask you to do?

I bet she asked you to put it around your neck.

It is said that the circumference of your neck is about the circumference of your waist. But these days, that trick doesn't work anymore because no one really wear pants on the waist. And even if I were to have something worn on the waist, the measurement would still be inaccurate, because my booty ain't gonna' fit in there!



Other than the neck-waist measurement, there are many more types of measurement one(if you prefer these ancient measurements to the high tech ones) could get from your body.

Let's start with the obvious one, the foot. In case you didn't already know, a foot long is 12 inches, which is also 30cm. But if your feet isn't 30cm, and you really want a foot long measurement, go get the foot long sandwich at Subway.


Next.


The measurement from one's elbow to fingertip is called a Cubit. It derives from the Latin word Cubitum. And depending on who's forearm that was used back then, the Cubit varied from 18 to 22 inches.

And did you know that the measurement from your elbow to your wrist is about equivalent to your feet? So the next time you head to a shoe shop and your feet is pretty stinky, just use your forearm as a reference. Hahah.

Next.


The rule of the Thumb. It pretty much was created by Carpenters who used their thumbs for measurement.

Back then, there was even a law that permitted husbands to beating their wives with anything "no larger in circumference than his thumb".

Just so you know, the widths of the thumb is approximately an inch wide.

Next.


A handful of grain is definitely an approximation rather than an accurate measurement. And a hair-breath was once a formal unit that was equal to one-forty-eighth of an inch.

And did you know that the measurement from a thumb to the last fingered, of an outstretched hand is around 9 inches apart. And that back then, is called a Span.

A hand is about four inches long.

And a Fathom is the measurement of outstretched arms, fingertips to fingertips, which is approximately your body's height.

Three fingers is the size of a shot glass. Enough about the hands, more on to the other body parts!


The length of both your feet, (from heel to toe) is equal to the length of your lower leg (kneecap to floor).

Speaking of feet, did you know that the length of your feet is about the height of your skull?


And that the length of your thumb is about the same as your ear?







I bet you just tested it out.


And the the first joint of you last finger is about the same size as the interior of your nostril.
No wonder Phua Chu Kang always picked his nose with his last finger!




Now there are definitely many other parts of the body that was used as a measuring tool. But I'm not gonna' list them all over here.



You should go crazy and search them on your own yeah. If you're more interested in the whole conspiracy thing about the calculations of the body, then you should Click Here!



And on to more intriguing estimations about the Human Body....



Now people, take a look at your ring finger and forefinger. Which one is longer than the other?


"Successful sprinters and endurance athletes are more likely to have long ring fingers than the also-rans, according to new research – based on the running speeds and times of young men.

Athletes with long ring fingers in relation to their index fingers also had superior aerobic capacity."

And now check your height and the progress of it over the years.


"A number of studies have linked increasing height with a lower risk of heart disease and an increased risk of prostate cancer."


And now check your legs out.


"A study based in the West of Scotland shows that longer legs, but not trunks, are associated with lower blood pressure, and more favourable levels of cholesterol and body mass index than trunk length. A study reported in the British Medical Journal showed that the risk of breast and prostate cancers increases with height. "


And to the ladies, go measure your hips.


"Women with small waists and larger hips – a low waist to hip ratio – and their children perform better in intelligence tests, according one study. " "A waist-hip ratio of 0.7 – a waist circumference that is 70 per cent of the hip circumference has been shown to be the most attractive to men. "



And lastly, everyone, go measure your fingers!

Divide the index finger length by the ring finger length, which gives you the ratio. If these fingers are the same length, the ratio is one, which is an average female ratio. If the ring finger is longer, the ratio is less than one, which is typically male. A ratio of 0.97 is about the average for males, but in elite runners, the ratio can be down to 0.9. In some men, the ring finger can be up as much as a centimetre longer than the index finger.

Women

Traits more associated with having a female hand (long index finger relative to ring finger):

High fertility

Large family

Low levels of assertiveness

Neurotic

Vulnerability to early breast cancer, cervical cancer, and polycystic ovary syndrome

Low risk taking

Women with masculine ratio

More likely to report side-effects of birth pill

More athletic

Vulnerable to osteoarthritis

Greater pain tolerance

More aggressive

Lower fertility

Left handed

High risk takers

High assertiveness

Hyperactivity

Men

Traits more associated with a male hand (long ring finger compared with index finger):

Higher fertility

Fast runners

Good at football, rugby, basketball, fencing, skiing

Good dancers

Prone to osteoarthritis

Reduced chance of heart disease

Autism and Asperger's syndrome

Low verbal fluency

Aggression

Hyperactivity

Good maths skills

Tendency towards left-handedness

Men with feminine ratio

Good social and verbal skills

Poor at football

Slow runners

Depression

Poor dancers

Reduced fertility

Reduced chance of osteoarthritis

Prone to heart disease

Tendency towards right- handedness

Tendency towards schizophrenia

How true is it? It all depends on your curiosity, and trust in Research. But I do recommend that you read the entire article before jumping to conclusions that someone else is a no-brainer.


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And before I end, I'd like to share this article I found on the net:

"Do you ever remember, as a child, trying to catch a bubble with your hands and feel it? It was impossible -- it would pop. You could feel the popping of the bubble, but you would never feel the bubble in its true form. Do you remember seeing how easily the grass can catch them without them popping? Have you ever wished you could be like the grass, and feel a bubble?

Well, if you have hairy arms, you're in luck!

Here's what you do: Make a nice thick bubble, using plenty of bubble stuff. Let it down gently from your bubble wand on to your arm. If you do this correctly, the bubble will not pop and it will stick to your arm hair! And you will be able to feel the bubble's weight, and bounce it around, and generally be happy with your new friend! Hooray!"

Now we all know what hairy arms are good for!



I don't have super hairy arms, the ones with hair standing, but I'd sure like to see someone do this trick!



Credits:
http://www.dailywritingtips.com/body-parts-as-tools-of-measurement/

http://everything2.com/title/Measurements%2520based%2520on%2520the%2520human%2520body

http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/health-and-wellbeing/features/how-our-body-measurements-affect-who-we-are-1516673.html

http://everything2.com/title/The%2520advantage%2520of%2520hairy%2520arms





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There's a song stuck in my head

Have you ever been in a situation where you couldn't stop humming/whistling to this song stuck in your head? Fortunately, I do know the title of the song, and so all I had to do was to get it. But boy, was it stuck in my head forever!


You see, after watching the show Juno (Click Here!), I found myself humming/whistling to the song that was played at the end of the movie.

Why the song got stuck to my head, is because of it's simple catchy tune. Well, if you don't believe me, hear it for yourself.







This is the one that was played at the end of the movie:







And I suppose the tune is pretty much stuck to your head to eh?


Hahah!

Du Dududu Dududu DuduDudu
Du Dududu Dududu Dudududu
Du Dududu Dududu Dudududu Du...

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