Sunday, September 24, 2006

Lagged brain and Shaman King


My brain is lagging at the moment. It isn't easy slugging 20 kg on your abdomen 24/7. It sucks when you're lying down on your stomach because your bladder is pressed on you. And everyday is hot, extremely hot. With your kids screaming 'mama' 'mama' to open a can of coke. I wish they extended the school holidays because honestly my brain isn't working full time. I remember back when I was a teenager there was a study in the UK and it was aired on Capital FM, pregnancy makes women dumber by a fraction or so. I don't know does it mean at its fullest extent or is it because it kills some grey matter? Well, smoking kills grey matter, drinking kills grey matter I suppose populating the earth kills grey matter as well. That's the problem with sanctioned studies, we quote them here and there but they aren't homogenous to the whole society. Sure, they are well controlled studies unaffected by problems of daily life which is more common than you think. Think of a day where you don't remember a thing which bothers you. Well, if you're single and unmarried I'm sure there are a lot of those days. So, should we dump the whole idea of experimentation and just get on with our lives? No, some aspects of experimentation has affected our lives to some degree. Its just that when it comes to problems such as socialisation, psychology and emotions the whole idea is a bit difficult to render. And these are the sadder aspects of experimentation, some of them involve humans, and most of the time, animals. These are people's lives we are talking about, even in the cases of animals. We are gambling and playing God. I was reading up on feral children and their socialisation processes. They aren't products of experimentation but victims of the acts of cruelty and dehumanization. Nevertheless, their existence has proven to be a great example for how humans could be welded, made and yes, convinced. You could ask a dog, a wolf to raise a child, the child could grow like an animal, it isn't known how they think but not only displays of the acts of animals humans could imitate but also learning how to smell distances like the animals that adopted them. Sadly, most of the children that were taken in by society would die shortly after they begin to be humanized. I think one of the most horrible stories I have ever heard is of Anne. Anne was a child born out of wedlock. Her grandmother was ashamed of her and ever since she was born she was left in a dark room and fed enough to keep her survived. I suppose the grandmother was a religious zealot who wouldn't allow abortions to happen and couldn't leave the child to die. I cannot imagine, by the Grace of God, how you can leave a newborn in a room alone soiling itself, daily. Maybe kept clean like a dog until the child becomes ten years old. I cannot imagine how the girl lived day by day locked and alone. I cannot even conceive how she managed to survive alive growing from babyhood to toddler to child all alone in one dark room. I don't understand how humans could be so cruel. If I was to say in inclination of faith I would definitely say, yes, all humans deserve to die. And yes, if I was an omniscient creator why the hell would I want to keep such filthy creatures around who can't even have even an inch of humanity and all under the masked reasons and faith of the God in question. This reminds me of some arguments put forward by some atheists as to why should humans believe in God when all things on earth are so evil and uses the name of God to commit acts of evilness. I can understand that some atheists are pained people, sick of all the suffering surrounding them. But I think its even more a shame to be an atheist and not lending a hand. If I was God I would wipe us all from this earth and put us all in hell. I suppose I have faith because of the reason of justice. But when I do remember the story of Anna I feel like killing myself of the insanity she has been through. This is one of the things called the 'forbidden experiment'. Some of them are written in biblical accounts, some like Moses' story or Abraham's and Ishmael's are Islamic and Judaeic in nature. (In the case of the bible the one nearly sacrificed was not Ishmael, Ishmael is an Arab Isaac was the Jew and in the bible as opposed to the Koran, God has promised bounty on earth from the line of the Jew than the line of the Arab enslaved princess Hagar's son Ishmael) These were religious experiments, determined to test faith, and in the case of Moses, his innocence. HUmans have been experimenting endlessly throughout time, and yes, our life is a trial and error process. Probably, that is why a few of us don't have qualms over experimenting animals or humans. During the second world war, the Jews (again as Moses and if the bible is right Isaac) were victims of nazi experiments. They were given multiple gases, sometimes they gassed whole lots of children using mustard gas. This is a special gas, there is no known cure for gases such as mustard gas. When inhaled people will suffer respiratory problems, their lungs will burn like paper and then they die a horrible death. The effects are irreversible and a known small amount will definitely give out cancer. Another major experiment was conducted by those who created the Atomic bomb that was dropped in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The nuclear effects were similar to that of Chernobyl, areas which weren't demolished by the bomb left pregnant people giving birth to babies that were so ill deformed that they died shortly after being born. Those who merely were in sightly distance of the mushroom effect would in their lifetime be harangued by either cancer, or the inability to grow their hair. Their hair would fall in clumps as if they have undergone chemotherapy. Yes, we have picked ourselves up after tragedies of experiments, through biblical times until today. This is the human condition, we become better, even if it kills us. But still we produce people who do not understand the value of a human or animal life.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Pornography


How much of pornography do we actually understand? So far, every aspect of porpnography is male oriented to the extent that our brains are hardwired to believe that desire, lust and sex is only entailed with the male view of sex. Pornography reflects the desires of men, their fantasies and their wants, how is pornography able to help the female stimulate her sexuality? By complete dominion and domination? Every aspect of sex is male dominated, to suit male needs, to the extent that I read somewhere only about 40% of women actually find orgasm in sexual pursuit. Women have been taught to regulate her sexual needs while men are allowed rampant to stick themselves wherever they like. In fact society demands women to control or even if possible deny her sexuality, sexuality should be for the woman devoid of any emotional or sexual representation, it should be for the means of procreation only. Society has punished women enough. We are blamed for having too many children, for having children while working, for not working and having children, for not having children at all and for abortions. Which part of society does not blame us for these roles or functions? Almost every facet of our society discriminates women as to how much her sexuality should be regulated. The only repose for the so-called sexually liberated is the recourse of being the 'slut' or 'bitch'. There are no other offers to be sexually free, sexually moderate and even to regulate sex on our own liking to our own terms and our own terms. We are blamed for refusing sex, we are blamed for rejecting the phallic image of men even when considering that male dominion in most cases is never necessary for the upbringing or quality of life of a woman. Women have been very foolish and it should be time that deconstruction of our values as 'woman' should be re-examined. I should have the right to my sexuality. I should have the right to my sexual procreation. I should have the right to reject and refuse sex. I should have the right to want sex. I should have that right, this is my body, I am the owner of this body and nobody can tell me what to do with it. I should have the right to stifle procreation or allow it, in a society where I am being blamed for being pregnant or not being pregnant. Where I am blamed if I am married or not being married. I am a woman and I am being fucked in the ass by society. Women are being so-called because they still worship and chase the phallic image of men. It is when women reject completely or even in cases of motherhood revamp the whole upbringing of men can actually we could revolutionize womanhood and the constitution of being a woman. Women should focus on the upbringing of males to support female interests and not of males alone. But before that happens, screw the patriarch and the matriarch for fucking society.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

My pregnancy and men


My pregnancy is driving me crazy, honestly. I have pains in all areas, especially my bum and my stomach. Its this third part that it gets worst. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself, honestly I don't mind that much even if I complain a lot. Its au contraire to a lot of people who don't complain but secretly hate their spouses, their children, everyone. Me, I'm completely honest that I keep these emotions right on the top, that way I don't feel deep-seated resentment, just plain anger. Deep down in my heart I love everyone that's because I show hostility right on the top but I know how to appreciate and I know when to give tact. Enough of personal flattery. Today it seems and it feels as if my stomach just got a tad bigger. Its hard to pray and it feels like I could have a burst heart if I continue praying standing up and down. I can't even bend correctly. Probably, some women don't have the same problems I do but I do, so don't judge me. I have difficulty breathing because its so heavy, I wonder how obese people can stand this kind of life? I'm a chubby girl and even to this extent of being 90 kg is way too much for me. Physically, emotionally, it stresses me out. No wonder obese people go through a cycle of overeating. I don't get some people who judge me for being minimally chubby and they themselves are wayy heavier than I am. Maybe they just want to make themselves feel good by calling other people names. Thats' just bad manners, but next time if they do do that to me again, I will definitely shoot back with an equally nasty comment. But really? Its my pregnancy talking, I get pissed at everyone nowadays. I have two more months, honestly, its hard but not so hard that I would think like my family that says oh its your fault you made a mistake getting pregnant, kids are not mistakes, if I was your parent I would say YOU'RE a mistake for telling other people they're mistakes. Sure its hard sure but which part of life isn't hard? Honestly some women are just jumping the gun on instant gratification. Kids are supposed to drive you crazy, that's the whole deal. You can't have a life that's a bed of roses (truth is beds of roses contain millions of thorns). And there's nothing wrong with living life a little bit harder either, or a tad short of money that you can't afford a Plasma television. There's nothing wrong with all of these things, point is slowly you might want to build your wealth, now that's great, one day you can be rich if you try but living life a bit harder right now is also okay. What most women don't realize is that there are always things that might make your water break. There could be wars (God forbid), economic depression could set in, you might lose your job, you don't have pension or you may finish your 401k. There are a million and one ways you could lose your money, life on earth finishes you off pretty quickly, so don't blame other people or yourselves when life throws you a hard ball. You just pick yourself up and move on, or better yet make yourself better. But that's the dumbest things about women, sadly, especially women from where I come from, they don't pick themselves up, they continously wallow in their dictate sad pathetic lives, and wish to pull other people into their pool of destitution. Yuck. I tell you what old ladies, you won't drag me in because I refuse to be bitter like so, even if you say a thousand times I will, I will try a thousand times more. That's another character of Bruneian women, they wish ill of others even though others don't bother them. For those kind of women I say Fuck You from Yours truly,

Love,
Liyana T

Friday, September 08, 2006

somehow or another, people have already had a setting as to how their lives should be pictured. If only, as glamorous as Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. To run away from a hickey life into being a mafia power mistress in the midst of beautiful New York. With her bare apartment and her Cat. I never get bored watching Breakfast at Tiffany's. It wasn't just about him and his mistress and their subsequently falling in love with each other, but also her. She already had an idea of how her life was to be. Under the sky of 60s New York. To me it looks like heaven. Romance is there in my head when I envision a life but sometimes, its just me standing alone and I love it. The women in my family are a bit screwed though. They think life is incomplete without a man to be controlled. And when all else fails in controlling or forcing, then its time for the assault. Honestly, its disgusting the way they fall over themselves driving themselves mad for a guy. Its so...unclassy. My mother would immerse herself in hatred then go on and on about my father. Maybe her childhood, or her brain but I could never understand it. And she, she never understood me either. We're world's apart and mind's apart. Sometimes she tries to control me, but it never works on me. I just stand on my own two feet and I don't need anyone, unlike her. What makes me, the person she calls stupid, selfish, unable to care for oneself and a million other things be able to care for myself on my own unlike her who needs to stab everyone in the back. She's living with a cousin of mine and a few days ago my brother told me she called her dumb behind her back, dumb and unsuccessful. What makes a person turn on her dependents? You don't bite the hands that give you emotional comfort. Well, the truth is, they all do, stab each other in the back, thats why they're the Witches of Eastwick. Its so petty it seems like they live in primitive jungles pardon the pun it seems there even are more very classy very elegant tribespeople then my mother and her family. Maybe its because they're kampong people? But I've met very classy and very well-mannered kampong people too. So I guess its just them, carnal. They wouldn't even understand half of what I type here. Thus, their stupidity and plebeianic brains could function. I suppose I'm angry and sad when everybody else has a nice family, and the other family I should have had my mother stopped us from knowing and it seems they have a nicer, fuller life then their family. Riddled with drug addicts, family drama, stupidity, bad Islamic practices, low education. How can I be so blind to choose the rotten over the clean?

There's no water in Brunei. Its frustrating and I want to cry. I wish I had the option of making my shit and my family's shit into manure but I just can't face it. This is how people live in rural areas daily, at least they didn't try to poo on a flushing toilet...that won't flush. In that case, I will try to sponsor a child as soon as possible so I can provide running water in their villages. Im still thinking of Dom, everytime I see him on my wallpaper and I think, wow, he is so beautiful, but I'm also thinking there is a huge probability that as beautiful as people come, they probably are so boring to talk with. Maybe its an evolutionary explanation, since people like me don't have looks, God gave me a big mouth and a big brain to make people smitten with me while beautiful people on the other hand, they don't need genius intelligence on prodigal levels, all they need is to bat their eyelashes, flash their beautiful faces and lo! You're smitten. No need to memorize Chaucer there, or understand the whole line of physics how the big bang was formed even the names of chemists, how we map and charter the galaxies. How we delve into history, it seems so easy, so smoothly, they will always find the approval of others and even I myself, because they are beautiful. But how long and how far does beauty last in exchange for that excessive genuity? Is it possible to be a genius and be beautiful at the same time? And sad as it may seem, no. Its just not possible. They maybe able to grace our magazines, our televisions but even then beautiful people don't actually cut it in the bigger screens. They end up in advertisements as models. How often do you know one who could be your engineer? The anthropologist? The zookeeper (like Steve Irwin), the biologist, the physicist? None. Nil. Zip gone. If Einstein was born with good looks he never needed to make the theory of relativity, or his dumb cosmological constant. We dont repeatedly need to offer intellectual debate, answers or pose constant questions of our lives. Living and reliving it repeatedly and asking the same philosophical reprieve that could set us free. In my university, the hot ones are never in the faculties of science, more likely in the arts, and then again never in the heavier arts, why? And its true, nobody is cool in the faculty of arts, just very very weird. You get your normal bunch of japan worshippers speaking japanese like flies buzzing. Then there are the aspiring historian and anthropologists or geographer, each sounding more inanely insane than the next (which i am unfortunately part of as well). You find the hot ones in TESL or DELAL. All doing English, and all either going to be teachers (because its such a hot job to be a hot teacher) they have wonderful easygoing personalities, partly I like to think its because they're not insane or mad like the rest of us. They are I have to admit, very very cool. Those who get honours are never cool, they're okay, maybe average, maybe slightly pretty because of the inanely insane streak, but not good honest to gracious God the type cool where you can grace yourself as a model. Is it my jealousy talking? No, because I think I have always preferred to be like this, and if God gave me a choice whether to be either one of them or one of the inanely insane, I would definitely prefer the inanely insane. I know Im never going to say to my grandchildren, or show them photos of when I was younger that I was beautiful. I would just be showing them photos of graveyards and skulls. A few forests and jungles, some odd people here and there. But that's fine, as hot as Dominic Lau is, I can say 100% for sure, his shit will smell just as bad as mine.