Stumbled upon yet another interesting website called Eye for Lies, authored by a woman who is one of 50 people who have the rare ability to naturally discern when someone else is lying or being honest. In other words, they are natural lie detectors. On her blog, she has quite a lot of interesting insights on various cases (some unheard of), where the truth is still yet to be discovered. I'm at work now and am not able to elaborate further but trust me, these two sites are absolute treasures!
Jane and Isabelle, you guys will love this! I hope. :P
Just read something that tugged really hard at my heart. :(
Apparently, Jessica Simpson's Maltipoo (a cross-breed between a Maltese and a Poodle), Daisy, was snatched by a coyote. In front of her very own eyes. SHIT.
Being a proud owner to an obese but really adorable, sweet and loving dog, I can only just imagine what that would feel like. Some time back, I posted a link to an article about how Britain's Ugliest Dog got attacked by some thugs. I didn't make any mention of how it impacted me at the time, but I actually felt for the dog. Though there have been numerous reports of dogs having bitten the hands that fed them, MOST of these dogs are very dependent on their owners and are innocent like babies.
Plus, my imagination kicks into overdrive and I'd start imagining what would probably play out if my dog were to be the victim. It's torturous, I tell you.
In the case of Mugly (Britain's Ugliest Dog), it wasn't all too bad because he survived the beating. But well, as for poor little Daisy, it'd be a miracle if she's still alive. Coyotes are carnivorous.
Those who have never had a pet may be apathetic so let me put it this way: Losing a dog can be a lot like losing your own child. It is not exactly the same I think (never had a kid, so I wouldn't know), but, you get the idea. As someone once said, you are all your dog has. It relies on you for everything, especially for love and attention. Just like a child in their early years. They're anxious to please and even the slightest attention you pay them drives them bonkers with excitement.
Most people, like me, are often unaware of that until they're on the brink of losing their dog. There was this one time when it seemed like my Rachel was really about to go. She had some infection in her kidneys and it hurt her like crazy. Of course, we didn't know about the infection until we took her to the vet. She had been constipated for a few days, was wheezing and kept throwing up some yellow foamy substance. If I'm not mistaken, it could be something connected to her stomach's juices, cos that also happens when she's really hungry. Anyway, it got so bad that she could barely move. She was so badly constipated to the point that all that came out of her was a few drops of pee. And, she would sometimes half-lie in her own vomit, unable to muster the energy to move away. I think she probably would have lain in her own pee too, except that she could barely get any of it out.
Each time I touched her tummy, she would hold her breath like she was enduring the pain from our contact, even if it was only very light touching (like feathery strokes).
She couldn't move. It was as if every part of her, except for her pleading eyes, were paralyzed. It was SO painful.
We hadn't anticipated that it was something serious, so we'd put off taking her to the vet, opting instead to lay her off some unhealthy food until she was no longer constipated. It was only on Tuesday night, after we got home from church, that we realized she needed help. But it was late and the vet's was closed until the next morning.
Needless to say, I cried like shit that night. It was a really shitty feeling, knowing that I couldn't do anything for her and that anything could happen to her at anytime during the night.
Anyway, I got up the next day and was more than overwhelmed to see her still breathing. Me and my mom rushed her to our neighbourhood vet as soon as we thought he would be open. We arrived just as he was opening his doors.
He checked her, diagnosed her and prescribed her some meds to help clear out the gunk in her system. You have no idea how much hope we laid on those meds and thankfully, she got better.
From that moment on, I would make it a point to interact with my dog (even for a short minute) because it was not too long after I first started college that I sort of completely forgot about her existence. It was lucky she had my parents, or else she would've died of depression or something. I remember that at some point, I would usually just walk in through the door, work my way around the excited dog, then head upstairs to the confines of my room. Then, after some time had gone by, she hardly even bothered to greet me. She would just look at me, wag her tail a little as if wondering whether it was going to be worth the energy and effort to come up to me. And I barely noticed, except for certain times when I would call her and she would begrudgingly make her way over to me.
Anyway, point is, it's hard enough having to face the fact that you might lose your dog, even if you are with it during its last moments. So, you can just imagine the extent of bat-shittiness I would resort to if my dog were to be snatched from me by a coyote, in front of my very own eyes.
For all we know, Daisy is most likely already gone, but it doesn't hurt to hope. Or maybe it does, but still, no normal dog lover will be able to help it. Especially when you weren't there to witness your dog's last moments. It must hurt really badly, that such a cute and sweet dog had to suffer such a violent death. I mean, Jessica Simpson can't even bury her dog cos it's all in some coyote's colon!
Read the article above and let me know what you think. Do you think she is a man?
While I salute her for her victory in the athletic field, I still strongly suspect that she may be a man, whether or not she admits that she knows about it. Her features are really very manly. And would you look at her build?! No boobs whatsoever (excluding chest muscles, probably) and very broad shoulders.
No offense to her, but in the last picture in the article link posted above, she really does look like a drag queen. =/
My thoughts are: If she really is proven to be a man and consciously joined the women's category, then yes, I think she deserves to be condemned and humiliated. But otherwise, she is still a human, like everyone else and it really isn't her fault what she was born with. After all not all athletes are good looking, despite being able to give stellar performance in their respective fields. In fact (and no offense meant here), most of them have faces that are not quite easy on the eyes. Just look at the female Olympic weight lifters. You'll notice that most of them have such homely faces that they might trick you into assuming they are men (at a glance). But take a good look and you'll notice that they just weren't very blessed in the looks department.
I can't quite say the same for the runner in question though. I've scrutinized the aforementioned image for quite a bit but she still looks every inch a man (in a drag queen getup) to me.
Unless of course, this is the most severe hermaphrodite case I've ever come across.
I haven't gotten very far yet, but you might find the hermaphrodite and AIS (Androgen Insensitivity) phenomena would make very interesting topics to do some reading on. =)
It has information on various hermaphrodites and even those who wrongfully masqueraded as women. Among them is Hermann 'Dora' Ratjen, a German male who pretended to be a female and joined the 1936 Olympics. He claimed that he was forced by the Nazis to participate the high jump event as Dora. Interesting shit! =D
You have no idea how badly I want need my bed right now. =(
Oh by the way, check out Lady Gaga's Paparazzi music video on Youtube. I can't embed it here since I'm at the office and Youtube's been blocked off. :( It's the weirdest shit that me and Jeremy ever watched. Well, maybe not the weirdest. Calvin Harris's Acceptable in the 80's, and The Girls put up quite a fight too. :P Or even, Fedde Le Grand ft. Mitch Crown's Scared Of Me.
I just realized that my previous post might enrage the entire population of my gender, so here's this to clear up the air: I do shop. And I suppose, in the heat of the moment, shopping canbe pretty enjoyable. But I do not shop unless I need to, or want to (which has an average frequency similar to that of my menstruation cycle). Once in a long, long while. I also indulge in a bit of retail therapy when I'm feeling down in the dumps, though, I am no longer dependent on the euphoria that accompanies the act of purchasing something. Now, my shopping indulgences mostly revolve around buying things that I told myself AGES ago that I would buy, but promptly forgot about them a few hours or a few days later. (Hence, the wishlist. If it were solely left up to my brain to do the remembering, it would take me quite a long while, each time, to have to recall what it was exactly that I'm supposed to need and want.)
All I was saying is that I'm intrigued by the enigma of the psyche of most women, how they just have to go to a mall and spend. Simply put, my logic is that, just because you have money, doesn't mean you HAVE to buy something. Also, just because people talk about a certain brand a lot, doesn't mean you have to own it. And so on and so forth. (I could go on, but I'd rather not).
To progress a little further in my observations, what irritates me most of all is that it's become a sort of trend to observe and evaluate what people have. It gets worse when a person is evaluated by what he/she owns. Sigh. I mean, just focus on what you have (as if sometimes, that isn't already bad enough). Ah, the peril of our modern fixation with material items.
Again, I'm still a female and I do have my shopping urges at times, but it's a constant conscious effort to not be so materialistic (because previously, more often than not I end up regretting, and sometimes detesting, my newly made purchases) because it's important and liberating to make purchases based on what I want, not what others think I should buy. Which reminds of this one instance where I was kind of pressured to buy a formal jacket/coat that I never even wanted, just because it was on sale, from Blook, and that the one who kept insisting I should buy it couldn't do so herself since it wasn't in her size. It cost me a third of my weekly allowance. It was just gone like that. Worse is that I have never worn it out of the house (to this day). Yes, it does look nice when put on, but I swear to God, it is uncomfortable as hell because I can't lift my bloody arms while wearing it (which is essential to me since I have a constant tendency to pat down my hair). That was a big wake-up call for me to never buy anything to please anyone as well as to not give in to the pressure of having to buy something just because there's a sale going on (for fuck's sake, we have almost constant sales anyway so what's the big deal?).
Needless to say I was snappy for at least a week after that because it affected me financially (a little) and the way I view the entire shopping thing. This also explains why, for a really long time, I've done most of my shopping by myself (unless Jeremy just happens to be unfortunately tagging along). I absolutely detest peer pressure and I try as much as I can to shop for myself, by myself because I don't want to end up spending too much time deliberating over clothes/shoes/bags/accessories that a friend thinks would look better on me, than the one I actually like. As much as a friend's opinion can be helpful, it can, at times, be really delaying and troublesome, especially when you're very certain about that you love what you've chosen to buy. And especially when differing tastes (no matter how slight). And even when they are as stubborn as you are that each of you has the more accurate opinion.
Darn, this post has gotten longer than I anticipated. =/
Have always been more than a little curious to explore the psyche of people (mostly women) who are simply obsessed with and helpless under the influence that material objects wield over them.
Not necessarily only shopaholics, no. All shopaholics fall under this category but not all under this category are shopaholics, if you get what I mean.
It has always annoyed me to no end when I find myself stuck in a conversation with anyone whose topics only revolve around backstabbing someone else, or talking about THINGS.
These annoying breed of people get curiouser and curiouser when I discovered that they crave what others have (especially when they are newly bought items), even though they already have something like that, or even, exactly that (but bought/attained much earlier).
What. The. Fuck.
It just amazes me how people are so greedy and materialistic sometimes, that they don't quite realize, it shows in what they take into account when valuing another. It's extremely irritating when you are aware that the person has a fixation with all things expensive, new and shiny (or anything that is a THING), but he/she is unable to acknowledge it for him/herself. Add that to the fact that when they run out of things to talk about with you, they talk with you about things. Ironic. I'm so sick of having to hear about what this or that person has, how much he/she bought it for, how much you could've gotten it for, what you want and what you got. Oh my God, put a lid on it already! Not everyone measures a person by their ability to afford things. And frankly, people like me (or maybe it's only just me) simply do not give a shit about it. I'm one who isn't quite so flattered by what a person can afford to buy. Not that I don't wish that someday, I would be able to afford the nice luxurious things that I like, but I just simply do not live my entire life in the pathetic vein of achieving that.
Because, what happens when you do? To show off is egotistical. And luxury items may come with more burden than you realize. Blow your entire paycheck (possibly) on one item and budget for the next few months? I'd rather not thank you. Heck, that luxury item may not even be as versatile as you presumed so you are only able to use it on certain occasions. :| I admit that I do get tempted by things I see, at the best of times, but it's a very conscious effort to make myself realize that I don't HAVE to have it. I mean, if I hadn't crossed paths with that item, my life would still go on in a content manner. Plus, I don't want to buy something and end up having to be dependent on it, only to have it blow back up in my face that it isn't as fabulous as I thought it would be. Plus, I know that hardly anybody gives a shit about what new stuff I've acquired so I'm better off buying stuff that won't leave me broke at the end of the month, or buying stuff that don't dictate that I'm following some sort of trend to fit in to a certain category or level of class. Because a person defines his/her own classiness, not the price tags that accompany what he/she buys.
It took quite a while but I've been able to wean myself off the meaningless euphoria that accompanies the purchase of something, anything. But only up to a certain level though. I find myself very unfazed by the shiny things people have and I often find that I'm not even bothered to ask the owner's permission to take a look at it. Yet, I'm sometimes forced to emit a few half-hearted and lacklustre "ooh's" and "aah's" just for the sake of it. I wonder why. I mean, do we do that to reassure the person that his/her purchase was the right one. If that is the case, then half of everyone's purchases are part of some ritual where you purchase something in order to fit in. And it's still related to self-esteem, isn't it?
Of course, when I see a nice car, I wanna ride in it. When I see a really nice bag, I like to look at it (and I go by the bag's design, not by its label). When I see a nice dress I wonder how I would look in it. But I'm really glad to say that, for some time now, even though I see really nice stuff that I wouldn't mind staring at for 10 minutes, it's relatively easy to refrain from touching them or having to talk about them for the next 10 weeks. :)
Also, since making this conscious effort to wean myself off unnecessary indulgence in materialistic consumerism (read: self-induced torture), I hardly like going to malls. Except maybe to hang out and people-watch. But drop me in a mall with a healthy allowance and I'll feel quite lost for a bit. (Unless what I've been given is a limitless allowance, then that's another story). I simply do not understand people who can go to the mall week after week, or a few times a week, and come back so many things. And yet, they are still not content. They have to get more the following week. In such instances, I prefer shopping online, because what I buy online are always cheap/affordable and I don't get distracted by other unnecessary stuff. Even then, I don't usually visit online boutiques unless:
(a) I really need that item. E.g. Bag's tattered and I need a new one, pronto. (b) I stumble on a link and I end up browsing what the shop has to offer. Even then, I don't think I've ever made a purchase on the same day itself. I usually sleep over it for two or three nights before deciding whether I really want it. Unless of course, I come across something that I've been searching for for ages. Which is dumb, because when I say "search", it doesn't mean that I go a-hunting in the malls. It just means that I've been thinking about getting it. :) (c) I just feel like pampering myself with something, since I haven't bought anything in the past 2 or 3 months. But I always end up buying something cheap for myself anyway.
I've definitely made progress from the times when I would stupidly indulge in the high that one gets from buying something new. Now, when my packages from those online boutiques arrive in my mail, I'll open them, check the items, try them on once, then usually, just throw them into the closet lol.
Just watched two very meaningful ads on Youtube. You might want to click on the videos and watch them on Youtube itself, since I've re-sized them on here so as not to ruin my template. :)
Just a quick post to direct you to an article about how Britain's Ugliest Dog got assaulted by a bunch of hooligans. Poor thing! Every time I read stuff about abused dogs, I just can't help but imagine my dog in that position too. It gets worse, because it starts playing out in my head, like an actual video, probable doggy reactions and all. =(
karen lim. am already 20. female.
university student. 2nd year of degree in b.comm. HELP u.c.
loves people. loves being a social butterfly. :)
loves trinkets, clothes and shopping in general.
alternately hardworking and lazy.
a great procrastinator of late.
loves starbucks' chocolate cream chip frappucino. *drool*
a tomboy at heart.
PMS-enabled. :)
