Apparently. . .

May 1, 2008

 

…I’ve become just too negative for words.

 

And APPARENTLY, my cynicism is alarming people. Namely, family members.

 

Namely, my paranoid mother.

 

We went to KLCC today. Yes, it was a family thing, dad called me to follow them and since HE did, I couldn’t refuse. After all, the darling paid for the laptop, printer etc etc, I felt obliged.

 

But I had fun. Because I got to spend 3-4 hours in a bookstore and I haven’t done that since. . .I left school.

 

So each of us got to pick a book. Because mum got into this book-reading-encouraging thing. Since she’s still pretty kanjus, she allowed us ONE book each. So after finding five worthy books, I narrowed it down and ended up reading the first 100 pages of Jumper in Kinokuniya. Then I had to choose which book so it was pretty obvious which one I picked. . .

 

You see, I figured that if I had already gotten through 100 pages of Jumper, there was no point in buying it =D  so I bought a completely different book. And my mum applauded me in her own amused way.

 

Mum : What book is this?

Me : Read the blurb.

Mum : "You’d do anything for the person you love. . ." *raises eyebrow*

Me : Read on.

Mum : "…even kill them," *speechless*

Me : *grins* Not bad eh??

Mum : You’re so negative.

Me : Hey, you wouldn’t have liked it if it were a chick flick even. Be thankful this isn’t "Sarees and Sins" or "The Shopaholic".

Mum : . . .that might be a good indicator of nomalcy.

Me : Well I’m your kid.

 

So we got the book =D

 

Jodi Picoult writes some chilling stuff sometimes. Real but chilling anyway. Stuff that could really tug (or rather, yank) at the hearstrings. "My Sister’s Keeper" was no exception. 

 

Then, we passed a few trinket shops and I think I made Mum happier by getting two toe rings and a fluffy pink pen for my sister.

 

OH! But me likes my new wallet =D The old one’s zip was broken and the older one had patches of flaked wallet-skin -_-  bu t it was 5 years old anyway.

 

 

 Well apart from it being red easy to use, you lot can pretty much figure out why I like it so much *grins*

 

By the time I got back, I was too exhausted to study, I hit the bed and woke up at 7am the next day -_-  on a frickin’ public holiday -_-

 

Did you know that our muscles contract in split seconds? And all the contractions are triggered by electrical impulses that occur when the muscle cells are depolarized by the nerve endings at the neuromuscular junctions in muscle fibres?? Also, the excitation is spread from one muscle cell to another via the sarcolemma (muscle cell membranes) and it spreads like a shockwave or like when you throw something into water and the ripples spread out further from the object. And that the contractions are merely determined by the movement of ions across these membranes? The more positive the inside of the muscle cell becomes, its depolarized and contracts they myofilaments within a muscle cell. 

 

I find it amazing that the human body, is in all fact, a very efficient biological machine.

 

I shall blog about my cynicism when I feel like it. It might be alarming, even to me, considering the fact that Wonderboy himself has been calling me such. 

 

And if Wonderboy’s saying it, you KNOW I’m in trouble now.  

The word is ‘frusted’

Or more aptly known as ‘frustration’

 

You get the picture.

 

 

Yes. I am extremely frusted. Why? Because it takes me eons just to get through MUSCLES. A stupid 7-page, 28-33 slides lecture on MUSCLES. Yes. MUSCLES.

 

 

MUSCLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

*gerams*

 

Ok Ash, enough screaming.

I find, that if I want any bit of information to stick in my head, I . .

 

1. Can’t let anything else distract me – ie, being emo, having to resume retarded chauffeur work, or act as THE family counsellor
2.   Need to finish watching Smallville so I’m not sorely tempted like I am now to find out how Supergirl – who is Clark’s cousin btw – turns out to be a threat to him.

 

That’s the gerams for the books.

 

*

 

As for other gerams and possible emo-ness.

Chris’s mum did a 180 and got all racist again. Yay me. So even though I had today completely free, and tomorrow being a public holiday and Friday and Saturday AND Sunday to spend with my boyfriend – whom I adore very much tho I really can’t say the same for his mother – I still won’t be able to spend time with him BECAUSE of certain bigoted circumstances.

Now. Tell me why again I have yet to take out my red bazooka and start shooting maniacally at every darn racist I come across?

Darn humanity I tell ya.

This is how life throws irony at me. The past few months have been absolute bliss, no calamities, no worries from moronic  ex-flings, no bother from tyrannical uncles and traitorous aunts, no paranoia from paranoid mum. . .just the occasional whining from seemingly perpetually imprisoned grandparents. Trust me, all this is terribly real.

 

And best of all, no trouble in the relationship front. Nothing serious, major, relationship-threatening. NOTHING. And it’s been SEVEN months. SEVEN.

 

So I guess this just HAS to happen to remind me that life, can NEVER be smooth-sailing. NEVER. NEVER I say.

 

So how am I coping?

 

By going to watch Iron Man with Screw, Wonderboy, Chili Padi Muffin and Lucky Lulu of course! =D And. . .muscles. MUSCLES!!!

 

Did you know that we have connective tissue covering our muscle fibres – the epimyseum covers the muscle, the perimyseum surrounds the fascicle and the endomyseum  surrounds EACH muscle fibre?

And that our muscle fibres have dark bands, light bands and all these bands are frickin’ named? Ala I bands, A bands, H zones, Z dics, M line. . .and that we have to know what the myofilaments are made of(myosin, troponin, tropomyocin, actin), their structures, how an impulse is spread to muscle fibres to generate a contraction and how each muscle cell adapts to these neuromuscular junctions and what happens to the bands when they contract (Sliding Filament Theory)??

 

*goes back to frickin’ nerding*