And Life Continues on the Earth's Axis.

Huh. This is an update on my personal life. I know, *so* exciting, right.

Besides the fact that I have exams (which I must be on my toes for), I have recently found drawing to be very therapeutic. Especially since I've been figuring out how to draw poses and stuff like that. Pretty frustrating though, I always feel I can never draw as well as I want to. But oddly, after staring at the picture I've finally done, there's a sense that it's somewhat complete. It's weird. Really. I never know whether to be pissed or happy with my art.

Anyways, here's some gay Spock/Kirk funny-ass comics for your viewing pleasure: They made me laugh like a hyena on drugs or something. Oh, and there's some Spock/Uhura too. I hope to do funny-ass art like that someday. =D

NOTE: I DIDN'T DRAW THESE COMICS. NatNatTOS did. BUT I WISH I DID. ^_^

http://natnattos.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d30wyho
http://natnattos.deviantart.com/art/Mind-Tricks-179996737?q=gallery%3ANatnatTOS%2F26601679&qo=12
http://natnattos.deviantart.com/art/Prompt-Vulcan-Orgasm-Pinch-182572201?q=gallery%3ANatnatTOS%2F26601679&qo=5
http://natnattos.deviantart.com/art/Amok-Time-182400838?q=gallery%3ANatnatTOS%2F26601679&qo=6
http://natnattos.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d30rl6j

Anyhoo, I have some papers to practice on and some hair to colour. Toodles!

Time Keeps On Slipping

Alright, alright, I've ripped the title from a Futurama episode. If you do not know the awesomeness that is Futurama, I suggest you go Google it. Right. Now. And watch a couple of episodes too.

Anyway, time does keep on slipping because there are a few weeks left to the A2 exams right now. I am prepared, but things seem to escape my mind nowadays, squirming a bit to get out? OMG stay in stay in information.

And this is not a good time, but my right hand itches to draw. So. So. Badly. To somewhat escape my boredom I have taken to drawing little Star Trek cartoons in the edges of my past-year papers. I was so bored I tried doing a Kirk/Spock moment. Yes. ST slash. If you want to see my doodles, cbox me and I'll move it here for fun and laughter. Well more likely laughter, my own drawings are so bad sometimes they make me laugh.

Anyways, I'm really thankful I can doodle at least. It's fun! I used to be really suckass at drawing, and I'm not so hot myself even now, but I never thought I'd be able to draw. I think art saves my sanity sometimes. Granted, I'm not as talented as some brilliant! artists out there, but yeah, drawing is just for fun. After all, Matt Groening (creator of Futurama and the Simpsons) said he couldn't draw his own characters very well, and look where he is. =D

Sometimes I wonder what my life would've been like if I'd been an art student. Like, really artsy-fartsy, dissecting literature and quoting Lord Byron and studying art history. Probably I would have more time for drawing, and maybe I would have more time to practice too! I suppose I do enjoy expressing myself, but for some reason I've always preferred the sciences. (Maybe because it appeals to that small logical part of my brain, lol.) Art subjects...are too subjective! Nothing is right or wrong...but then I suppose 99% of life is like that!

Anyways, this is my brain right now. Pretty much self-explanatory. =D You guys should try a brain portrait sometime; it's really fun!

Utterly Perplexing Emotions and Star Trek Fluff.

Hello world! Today I will rant about my emotions. No, it's not about some boy. No, it's not about schoolwork. It's basically about...well, me. (Oh lordies another narcissistic post.)

I don't know. I do think emotions are the queerest little things that reside in your body and pop up suddenly. They interfere with everything you are supposed to do. They throw you off whack, and they're so incredibly distracting. You know, like "I don't feel like being hardworking and studying for my exams today."

And "I wanna eat so much and get fat even though I know I shouldn't." This one, friend, is LUST. FOOD LUST.

Ah I could just gobble you up so bad ya sexy thing. This pic is courtesy of http://www.foodwhore.tumblr.com/

And then, there's the Inferiority Complex. Oh mothership, I hate the Inferiority Complex. You think you're pretty damn good at something and then you find someone who does it a kajillion times better then you. Then you start wondering what sort of cosmic force would want to bring so much misery to you by rubbing your pathetic failure in your face.

You can tell I've had a lot of experience with Mr. Inferiority Complex.

Well, ever since I became a Trekkie I've looked to Spock for an answer. (Yes this is how bad my fandom is. So sue me.)Well you know I took a leaf out of his book and tried to not give in to these pesky emotions too much. Because emotions are what make us human, neh?

So I'd feel bad for a bit. Then I'd let the feeling sink in. Then I'd close my eyes and just let the feeling pass. Y'know, don't fight the feeling. Let it be.


Surprisingly, the feeling went. There was some sort of funny calm left behind, like when you stir your bathwater and it makes little ripples.

For the sake of irrelevance I shall put a pic of an adorable little kid sitting in bathwater. Heh!

So for a while the technique worked. Everytime I felt like an angsty teenager I'd let the feeling pass and return to my little bathwater calm place.

Then I started doing that for EVERY feeling. Even the happy ones. So I would be all "Yay!" and then suddenly all calm and introspective. I was kinda killing the happy feeling there. So, not the perfect thing to do.

I don't know. I seem to bounce back very fast from extreme feelings of anger/frustration/sadness/happiness. It's mostly good, but sometimes not so good.

So finally I've decided to just keep being curious about these emotions of mine. You know, treat it like a game, or an experiment. Because they're actually pretty interesting if you observe them after a while. Sometimes you laugh at yourself for even feeling that way. Sometimes you think you're an absolute idiot. But whatever it is, treating yourself like a lab rat actually does help you to see things clearer.

And I do like my little bathwater technique. I just have to make sure that when I'm really happy, my face will stay like that little baby's in the picture.

Oh yes, and that Star Trek Fluff in the title? I've actually done a little fluffy couple picture in the ST universe, and the bigger version is here. I know, I don't draw fluffy couple pictures. Or use Photoshop. But there's a first time for everything.

If you have deviantart and want to give me constructive criticism, please do so. If not, and you want Mr. Inferiority Complex to visit me, you can post a snide comment in the cBox on the left. Or a nice one. Or you could leave a message about bathwater.

Ta-ta for now, faithful cyberspace. XD 

How To Swear Without Swearing.

Are you prone to large amounts of swearing and want to swear a little more creatively?

Do you have a no-swearing bet that you have to fulfil but still want to swear anyway?

If so, then this article is for you! Today I will discuss ways to swear so that people don't realise that you're swearing.

Disclaimer: Author is not responsible for any insanity/social repulsion due to this article. Use tips at own risk.

1. Swear in another language. No, not Swahili. Or any other human language for that matter.

Instead, why not opt for an alien language? Taking a leaf from Star Trek's Klingons, a famous Klingon insult is: "Your mother has a smooth forehead!"

Why not put it in Klingon: Hab SoSlI' Quch!

WARNING: Do not use this on Trekkies, apparently it is bad enough to start a war. The last thing you need is a fan jabbing you in the eyes with his pointy ears.

Now you know why smooth foreheads are so insulting.

And if service is slow at restaurants, or if the darn salesgirl cannot get you shoes in size 37 1/4, you can say this: Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam. (Today is a good day to die.)

Ah, and not to forget Vulcans! However they are a more...civilised race and I can't find many authentic language insults. However, I did find many intelligent Vulcan ways of putting standard English insults! These were taken from this forum.

English: Die in hell. (Dunno if this is accurate.)
Vulcan: Decease in a highly exothermic environment.

English: I fart in your general direction.
Vulcan: I release flatulence at the likely coordinates of your position.

Why don't you dudes figure these ones out:
1) You seem to be an entity that is entirely composed of the posterior opening of the alimentary canal.
2)I wouldn't mate with you if you were the last sentient in the galaxy and I was deep into the most powerful Pon Farr ever experienced.

Don't know what Pon Farr is? Click here!

Live long and prosper, you mother*censored*. I swear this was the message in the movie.

2. Make up your own swear words.

Think about it, if you do make up your own swear words no one will understand them except you, and you get the satisfaction of swearing too!

My sister calls me a Mohibi sometimes. Now it's supposed to be an awful insult from her, but every time I hear Mohibi, you know what I think of?

A Mohibi= Mohawk wearing baby. You can't get mad at someone who compares you to such an adorable thing.

So try it out. Call your annoying little sibling a Mohibi. Your dog. Your cat. Your gerbil/hamster/pet snake.

Because secretly, we regret the fact that our mothers never made us into cute Mohibis when we were young.

Kid, be proud of your hair.

3. Just swear without words.

Ah we have the Italians to thank for this one. Very eloquent. Express your anger using a simple shaking of your hands, and various twirling motions! Image below from http://www.wonkette.com/

Make sure you swipe you hand from under you chin appropriately. Otherwise it'll look like you're trying to tickle yourself to make yourself laugh. Which can look pretty desperate and give others the impression that there is no laughter in your life. Hmm...there IS laughter in your life, right? *raises eyebrows*

Ahh, who doesn't know this gesture?

All in all, maybe sometimes swearing is too much trouble.

And now I will leave you in peace. Have a nice day! 

Some Things I Learnt After Talking To People.

OMG, like hi, readerrsssss!

Pardon the beginning. I believe we should keep things interesting. So. Helllooo!

Anyways when I was young I hardly talked to people. Wasn't the most sociable Asian bugger you'd meet. Heck, not the most sociable bugger you'd meet.

But that's changed now. I'm still not wildly and fanatically popular, but people actually smile at me now when I walk down corridors. And we know each other's names. =D

But anyways, here are some valuable things I learnt in Social Skills 101, that apply to anyone in any conversation.

1. If the bugger is not interested in what you are saying, SHUSH.

I learnt this the hard way. You know, me being a sci-fi chick and all, I try to talk about rockets, space guns, Star Wars, robots, pointy-eared men aboard huge ass spaceships, more robots, things like that.

But if the girl/guy you are talking to is really not interested, don't continue talking. Even though it gets you hyped up. Even though you feel that you are gonna burst into a nice bout of verbal diarrhoea.

Because people don't like verbal diarrhoea.

The only thing people hate more than verbal diarrhoea is actual diarrhoea.

So bowels aside, if the bugger doesn't give a hoot about robots, he/she isn't going to be hooty about it no matter how hard you try. If you still keep on trying, here is how the convo would be like:

Youlin: Hey, I thought that movie was pretty spiffy. You know, guy stuck on moon, with only a computer for company, going crazy...

Sister: OMG, I like so totally dig that new Maria Sharapova perfume! It's like bathing in her sweat!

Youlin: The poor astronaut though, he couldn't contact his family, and he was just a tool of the corporation...

Sister: And you know what? It's only RM 158! Imagine spritzing on some Sharapova sweat everyday! Mmm. Fresh fresh fresh!

Youlin: Mmm yes. I hear her perfume has fruity citrus zest too. So anyways, what do you think of Star Wars?

Sister: OMG I love Maria Sharapova's fruity sweat/perfume! Star whatta? Oh Stars! Like Maria Sharapova! She's MY star.

At this point Youlin's verbal diarrhoea is probably being replaced by actual diarrhoea.

BTW, visit my sister's blog here: http://www.compulsivelychanel.tumblr.com/

Maria Sharapova, sometimes I hate you. And yes, I've purposely put a photo with cleavage so that more male visitors will come to my blog. Shameless, I know.

2) Perverted jokes are a good gauge of who you would hang out with for a long time.

When you were young and still unexposed, you may have been like me when you heard a perverted joke:

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh! Get it away! Go away! How could you even think of that?"

As I got older, I found them to be funny.

Then, quite funny. Wasn't too long before I started cracking a few of my own too. Usually involving space and double meanings of words. I'll leave you to figure that out.

I needed some victims to listen to my jokes, so I tried them out on my friends. Now here's the interesting part:

The ones who don't cringe at your terrible jokes are the people who can actually tolerate you. Who can stand you. Who will stick to you like two-month old porridge sticks to your digestive system. Because they let you be you.

I have a friend who actually sang about a "place in France, where the naked ladies dance". Loud. In public. You know what, I'm still here. Still listening to it.

Now France may seem a little more interesting to you.

3) The phrase "He/She's So Hot/Smexy/Cute" is really useful.

No, dear readers, this ain't about flirting. This is about the magic phrase that can spark friendships, forge them out of seemingly nothing. Next time you see an attractive male/female passing by/on screen, don't squeal to yourself.

Squeal to other people instead. Preferably like this:

You've got to get so close, they can smell what you had for breakfast.

Chances are, some people will be disgusted by what you had for breakfast or who you're actually finding hot. (I have yet to find someone in real life who appreciates eybrows like I do, even though people generally like what I have for breakfast.) 

But never mind that. If you happen to attract the attention of someone who agrees with you, than ki-yippee-ya-hoo, you could probably end up talking/squealing the whole day. The phrase "Matt Bomer's hot." has reinforced a few friendships for me. Not only that, Matt Bomer can lead to talking about Kryptonite and the latest laptops in the market as well as a very sorry comedy film. Oh yes, Mr. Bomer is a good lead.

Not to mention you could make a crack about "Boner" as well. Refer to point 2!

P.S. I am sorry Mr. Bomer.

You don't know who Matt Bomer is? Google! And then come back and squeal with me online, via the cBox on the left.

And one last thing:

ZACHARYQUINTOEYEBROWSPAM.

Squeal with me if you agree!

A Geeky Little Poem of Mine.

There have been several occasions where I've wanted to be an astronomer/astrophysicist. But ultimately, I guess the only thing that I've liked about space is that I have insane dreams and hopes of flying around in it in a huge beautiful spaceship, exploring other planets. Like Futurama, Star Wars/Trek and The Fifth Element. Sometimes I wonder if I'll live long enough for this to happen.

So, I've written a little poem which represents something of these dreams, and what I think it would be like if I were an astronomer of some sort.

The Astronomer

Those feisty little points of light

that we all call the stars.

Some glow dim, some sparkle bright

Some are brilliant enigmas.

When I was young and on a pitch-black night,

They would be strewn across the sky.

But with things like telescopes and Einstein's might,

then only did I start to see why

they actually burnt with that certain red

or some other bluish hue.

Some even went all the way to black

holes that could swallow you.

On a sort of hungry mission

I embraced gravity.

I chewed on nuclear fission

and general relativity.

I kind of lost myself in

that dark abyss called space.

I used to dream that I could win

some fast-paced rocket race.

But no more, because now

I analyse grainy images.

And then I have to find out how

to explain them in the pages

of my latest publication.

There's not much time left for

growing my crazy imagination,

which leaves me a little sore.

I grapple with the mechanics

and solve some complex equations.

Working like some fanatic

bent on finding salvation.

The computer hums, a huge machine

of extensive calculating power.

Strings of data all heaving and lurching

In the background numbers hover.

I used to dream of purple planets

and deep seas of acid green.

But now as my work would have it,

there's only my computer screen.

I discuss object trajectories

and gravitational lensing of light.

Some boring yet exciting territory

but sometimes when I sleep at night

I cast off that technicality

and go back to when I was eight.

In retrofuturistic surreality

the Captain enters the stardate.

I anchor the craft and battle the wrath

of evil aliens cruel with strife.

I hope that before my human death

I'll have the cosmic ride of my life.

Of FMLs and GMHs

Hello world!

Many of you may be familiar with the website http://www.fmylife.com/. It's full of the sad, angry, very unfortunate chronicles of everyday life. I read it and I laugh at people's misfortune. Then I feel bad and sympathise. Then I laugh again. If you've never read it, go. By all means, click on the link.

Yes I know I'm such a horrible person. =P

You can so tell this guy just posted on FML.

Makes you wonder though: How many FML things happen everyday? The website is swamped with tales of not earning enough, bad hygiene, finding out your best friend is pregnant with your boyfriend's kid, finding out your sister is pregnant with your boyfriend's kid, your parents having discussions about YOU on Facebook, etc.

I swear, it makes my jiggly thighs look really appealing.

Then there's http://www.givesmehope.com/ Which is the exact, non bi-polar version of FML. It's so...sweet. So...'awwwww'. It's full of happiness that will stretch your cheeks so much they'll push into your eyes and hurt you.

Sometimes I wish I felt more like this.

Don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't like happy websites. In fact, I go to them secretly while pretending to the outside world that I'm an unemotional cynical blogger who doesn't care. And then I cry into my pillows at night because I feel for some random person who's had a bit of misfortune but then somethng nice happened to them.

I think I've gone through 3 soggy pillowcases already.

Then it makes me wonder, do those nice things actually happen? I haven't seen much lately. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places. I mean,

Reading the BBC. Oil Spill. Wildlife dead. North Korea and South Korea dispute over a ship. South Korea's rocket failed to launch.

Reading the tabloids: OMG this celebrity is gay! (Or maybe not really, but we don't care do we?) OMG we saw this celebrity pumping petrol! OMG these two random people are dating because they walk next to each other!

I so totally swear these two are dating.

So guys, do you like FML-ing or are you one of those serene GMH-ers? Or are you like me, trying to be funny because you sadly cannot decide on which side you're on? Cbox me, people. Cbox me.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some people to laugh at and some pillowcases to replace.

Rocking That Body

Dear readers,

As it may (or may not) have occurred to you, I'm not very fat, though I'm not exactly the fittest person. Just the other day I was wearing shorts and noticed...

Jiggly thighs. Like quivering slices of bacon, I hit them, and they went boing-boing-boing, vibrating with some weird frequency.

Heck, if I hadn't been so concerned about how flabby they were, I might've even had fun jiggling them.

Anyways, I was indeed concerned about them, so I decided to hop onto my mother's exercise bicycle. Mmm it came with a pseudo-leather seat so that I could feel better about it. Setting my time to 30 minutes of fierce biking, I mobilised my thighs.

Oh wow. At first it was easy. I breezed through 50 cycles in a few minutes. I was going so fast, I could've powered my mobile phone for a while. Then I noticed something.

The "difficulty" wheel was set at 1. 1 out of 8 levels. Dang it, I knew it was too good to be true. Sighing, I cranked it all the way to 6, just to make them muscles suffer. SUFFAH, I tell you.

Oh dear mothership, I felt the strain set in a while later. It built up gradually and ate into the flesh, pulling all those muslces into one massive crying entity. I felt the jelly in my thighs die.

After a while, I got used to it. However, sweat was starting to form now. All over too. The hands, the legs, the forehead. I started to glisten with sweat. Mmm. Shiny. That was probably the only thing that distracted me from my dying legs. Still, I cycled on, on the bicycle that didn't move. Faster! I urged myself. Faster! I pushed as hard as I could, trying my best not to tweak the dial back. I couldn't lose to a bicycle and my jiggly thighs. I just couldn't.

Finally, I stepped off the machine half and hour later. Amid the cocoon of sweat, I could feel the thighs shrink just the tiniest fraction of a centimetre. Still. Better then nothing.

I slapped the thighs, yelling "Who's da man? Huh? Huh?"

"You...are..." they jiggled back.

Science Fiction Should Be More Chick Friendly

Mmmhmm. I love science fiction. I haven't read much of the genre, and I'm not one of those Hardcore! readers, so I'm not totally gone off that end yet. But I must say, I've read my fair share of parallel dimensions, alien romances, and planets orbiting a few suns. I've watched spoofs and movies and I've decided to dedicate a place in my heart to Star Trek. And Star Wars.
But science fiction is such a guy thing. All the books I've read were written by guys. And they do include some pretty hot/seductive/smart/all of these characteristics alien chicks inside. I've not seen much done for the guys, though it may be just because I haven't read so many other books yet.

Where is the justice, man? Where is it?

Though casting Zachary Quinto as Spock was just brilliant and spiffy. Thank you, whoever it was who set off this chain of events. May the Mothership bless your fortunate soul.

I went googling the other day for retrofuturistic pictures (sci-fi from the 1950s 1960s, sci-fi from the past) and found some really nice ones. But,most of the human pin-up ones were of dangerous sci-fi girls. Here you go:

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these pictures.

There is something fatalistic about the future of humankind that draws me to this picture. Notice how all the astronauts are men. Guess this says something about gender equalities back then.

Pretty and incarcerated sci-fi girl.

There was even a "Sexy Robot" series. Click here to go to the page.

I'm sorry, but sometimes I think sci-fi from the past was like the Playboy for geeks.

I like big futuristic cites and I cannot lie. All you other people can't deny.

So readers, if you see any dangerous-looking sci-fi guys whom I can have a field day staring at, don't hesitate to paste the link into the Cbox on the left!

Though with all the TV shows and movies popping up, I think it's just a question of spending a whole day watching TV to find some. Lazy butts here I come!

Brow Wow

I was catching up on Heroes the other day (Yes I like to watch my TV shows 3 months later) and I noticed something.

And that something was eyebrows. Specifically, Gretchen's, Claire's and Sylar's eyebrows.

I think that eyebrows don't receive enough attention. They are underrated. And yet eyebrows are fabulous! Here I will explain.

1) Gretchen Berg (played by Madeline Zima)

There's something about Gretchen's character which I like. Can't place my finger on it exactly, but I know those eyebrows must have played a part. I read somewhere that women's eyebrows are sparser than men's so that's why most celebs fill them up.

But I think her eyebrows look pretty natural. Most fill-up ones don't look that thick.

I was brought up around thin eyebrowed-women. Heck, my grandma totally shaved hers off and got blue tattooed ones instead. So to see Madeline Zima's refreshingly and relatively thicker ones is actually very heartening.

2) Claire Bennet (played by Hayden Panettiere)

I'm not actually a big fan of Claire in the series. But she does happen to be cute. Not to mention that I've started admiring those brows everytime she comes on screen

I mean, they're so...triangular. I've tried consoling myself that mine look triangular too, but when I look at my own, I think: triangular balding caterpillars.

Eyebrows can be a real blow to your self-esteem sometimes.

3) Sylar (played by Zachary Quinto)

Now this man has the grandfather of all eyebrows. They're so famous, they've been dubbed Sylarbrows. These eyebrows have been saluted. They have been the subject of lovely poems (ok, maybe I'm lying, but it COULD happen). They have been the cause of my lost productivity (I'm supposed to be sweating over a Chem textbook now). They have been the other cause of my low eyebrow self-esteem.

And when Sylar raises one eyebrow before he kills someone, I find myself upright in my seat, staring at those brows. How does he do it? I wonder, cursing my facial muscles for being so flabby.

I should be pitying the victims, they way they are being carved like Halloween pumpkins. But no. I'm wondering instead how one man can have so much brow.

See. I'm right. Sylar's evilness comes from his eyebrows. I'm more heartless already.

To see how hypnotic his eyebrows are, check out this blog post!

Here's also a blog dedicated to his eyebrows!

In this world where humans are obsessed with tweezing, waxing, and shaving our ancestral biological hairs off, take some time to appreciate your eyebrows.

Now I'm off to flex those balding triangular caterpillars of mine. So long!

When in America!

Sometimes the USA disappoints me. It's not the politics. It's not the economy. It's not the obesity figures. It's the...
TV shows.

It's not that they're horrible. It's not that they are overhyped (well, maybe sometimes). It the fact that all my media and entertainment comes from the USA. I watch American movies. Obsess over American actors. I listen to American bands. I avidly follow American TV shows.

Ya hear that, fellow Malaysians? I know half or more of you are watching Glee! right now.

Oh, living in M'sia is great, but we miss out on some perks. For one thing, FAST online TV show streaming. If I lived in the USA and maybe missed an episode of Heroes or two, never mind, just log on and watch it on the computer!

..well, here, apparently I can't because the video is not in my"geographical region".

Geographical region my ass. Isn't Malaysia part of the geographical region called "the Earth"?

Heck, the way the companies broadcast TV shows here, some go on endless repeat of season 3 when the developed world is watching, like, um, Season 5? My favourite character might have died by the time we catch up.

Another thing: spelling. Now I like America. It's the land of the free. The funny. The interesting. But one thing I've gotta say, thanks to you guys my spelling is screwed half the time.

Since Malaysia was colonised by the British, it's been hammered into me since young that I spell words as 'coloUr', 'neighboUr' and 'cenTRE'. My childhood was great and unconfused, because I hadn't come across American books at that time.

Then one day, I saw: "COLOR". Oh, the horror. My English world was shattered. How could these people not spell it with a "U"? Oh, the mocking I received from that cruel cruel word!

It didn't stop there. Pretty soon it was "cenTER", "organiZation", and "neighBOR".

It was bad. Really bad. For the rest of my life I have been writing half my English in American.

Not only that, but how do you pronounce "schedule" anyway?

"Sher-dule" or "Scer-dule"? Huh? Huh? British or American?

Now I speak my English half the time in American too.

Oh well. Seeya folks. I have to go the shopping centre tomorrow with my neighbor so that he can color the walls. Hopefully he can clear his sher-dule for that.

To any USA citizens, sorry if I've offended you. I still like the USA very much.

I Need To Up My Street Cred

Sooooooooooo...

I was noticing myself one day, and I decided that I'm socially unconventional. Why?

1) I like Star Trek and Physics. Nerd alienation much?

2) I'm not a sing-and-dance person. If I sing, it sounds like bullfrogs. If I dance, a llama frolicking in water could do better.

Haha I beat Youlin's ass at dancing!

3) I don't do sports. Much. Does rolling around on the bed count? Ok, so maybe I can swim and play badminton. But a llama would still probably top me.

So anyway, my sister has done IT. She joined CHEERLEADING. Yeah, she told me "I can't dance". Yet now she is bobbing along to Enrique Iglesias and his song which has played at outrageously loud volumes in my room.

She's also cleared my carpet and is spinning around on the ground and punching...something. Not only that, she's grabbing fistfuls of air and gesturing to what seems to be her...uterus? Omg and my crazy ass cousin who is crazy ass good at cheerleading is helping her.

Yeah, they asked me to join in too, for the fun. Oh well, I may as well humiliate myself in my own room.

Ok, first the superwoman pose. Right leg UP! Then, yawning in a big circle. Yeah, arms wide, work it!

Make an 'L' shape, then do a quick spin (it took me three times as long to spin), and then cross your arms, turn your head a bit, pull some air, pull some more air, crouch.

Then they did the quick fancy moves. Slap your knees, raise hands up to say hello, pull some air (I think no more air was left after that), cross arms like a mummy, point to uterus, slap knees, and SUPERWOMAN!

Note: I'm aware that actual cheerleading isn't like this. It just looks like that to me.

Meh, I'm going to leave organised dancing to the llamas. But if you need me to shake various parts of my body like an idiot at a party with loud music and sweaty sweaty people, I can SO do that.

That is what my 'dancing' is like, anyway. Byeeeeeeeee!

OMG am I Serious?

My giant bum of a younger sister gave me a big ass lecture last night. To sum it up in a few points:

1) 'Youlin, you're a NERRRRDDD!'

2) 'Youlin, I cannot imagine you making out. Therefore, if I can't, you must be a lesbian!'

(No offense to any lesbians. My sister just likes lying and using false reasons to support stupid conclusions.)

3) 'Youlin, you rationalise too much. You're a NEEEEEERRRRRRRDDDD!'

I thought I'd write it out for entertainment purposes.

Well, on to the subject. So maybe I'm a nerd. I have 'nerd' hobbies: practicing violin, drawing, reading about physics, and very indoor stuff.

According to my sister, if I had more 'outdoor' hobbies, I would be less 'nerdy'. Well, it's true that exercise is good, but that's not one of the criteria for not being a 'nerd' isn't it?

Anyways, what's so bad/good about being a nerd? I suppose it's fun to be a little nerdy, because you know stuff people usually don't. But then who could you talk to it about? That's where other 'nerds' come in, eh.

And just because you can't imagine me making out with some dude, doesn't make me lesbian. It means that your brain cells aren't firing properly and that you lack imagination. ;)

Are you reading this, sister of mine?

And for the other readers out there, check this out for fun: an article teaching you the difference between geeks and nerds. Whee! http://www.wikihow.com/Tell-the-Difference-Between-Nerds-and-Geeks

Oh, and I found this test online: Are you a nerd, geek or dork?
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815
If you cannot differentiate the three, just go and take the test--it will explain what they all are.

By the way, I got the result of 'pure nerd'. LMAO! Still, the test guarantees I'll be successful later in my life. Mmhmm, hopefully both financially and status-wise.

Beat that, suckers! =)

Astrophysics

Okay. Ready for nerd-geek-fest time.

I WANTED TO BE AN ASTROPHYSICIST WHEN I WAS YOUNGER.

As in, study about the sun, the moon, the solar system, the milky way, the nebulas, the Orion, the edge of the Universe. And all the fancy-schmancy physics and spacetime.

And possibly hop onto a rocket and live in space. And meet with aliens and stuff.

After a while, as I grew older, I forgot about that dream. I sunk into normal teenage life.

Then, I watched Star Trek 2009.

It immediately brought back all my childhood obsessions and dreams of flying in darkness and taking pics of Mars and aliens.

I so wanted to be part of a crew of a fancy ship like the USS Enterprise and work for intellectual gain and all that...plus not to mention get to press a lot of cool buttons.

Ah, Spock, Spock, Spock. Zachary Quinto as Mr. Spock definitely rekindled my belief in meeting aliens. SPOCK FANS, UNITE! But so far I only know that Amanda and Julia and me are part of the Spock fanbase that I know.

...And I'm considered a Star Trek n00b anyway 'cos I've never seen any other Star Trek episodes or movies besides the latest one.

I'm wondering if Chris Pine as Captain Kirk has any fanbase. Frankly, I don't know if anyone I know has this weird enthusiasm for space and universe like me...

Star Trek has definitely also rekindled my interest in science fiction. I just went to the bookshop to buy Dune by Frank Herbert. It's quite lengthy, but the back cover says its a masterpiece of science fiction of the 20th century, so I'm hoping for a really good read.

And I just found out one or two more Star Trek sequels are gonnaa be release. In 2011. Yay!

I'm such a geek. But a happy geek at least.

Now to find some rocket fuel for the spaceship.

Interesting Discussion. Please comment as much as you like!

So. I aim to be a person of science.

However I've noticed this lately, and if you've been randomly surfing the net, you may have seen it too.

It's called the Law of Attraction.

This law says that: If you think about a certain thing hard enough and long enough, you'll be able to attract it to you. eg. If I think about a sucky day and actually feel bad about the day, my day WILL be sucky.

However it also says that if we maintain a positive outlook on life and think of positive events, we will be able to experience these positive events in life.

And apparently it uses the concept of visualisation, that is, forming a picture of what you want in your mind, and also feeling satisfied, content and happy when you think of it. If you keep this up, what you want will be attracted to you.

I'm trying to practice this right now, but keeping up this positive outlook seems to be a bit...exhausting. Maybe its my fault for starving myself of sleep lately (I was playing games all night for a while) but this Law of Attraction thing certainly takes quite some practice.

And sometimes (annoyingly) my brain crushes the idea of getting what I want by giving pictures of what I don't want.

However there is one thing that all of us have to realise, I think:

We are able to and certainly CAN change our life the way to the way we want it to be. By thinking appropriately, remaining positive and putting in some effort, we CAN achieve the life we want.

I'm realising this, however like I said it takes some practice to get used to.

There are some critics who dismiss this Law of Attraction and call it crap. Not to mention they are really sarcastic and cynical too. Ugh. Downright bitter sort of people. I think this is a wrong sort of mindset to dismiss something that you may not fully understand.

I may not be totally convinced by the Law of Attraction, but I am most certainly going to keep an open mind and practice it.

What about you guys, readers? Post your comments on this entry please. I'd like to see many responses.

American Idol

So. I've just watched the finale of American Idol with family.

Had a blast listening to old songs.

Kris Allen won! I think maybe Adam Lambert was better for the position of No.1.

But it's ok anyway...he's got a lot of fans already.

Kris is really likeable, not surprised actually if he won. Go Kris!

I think Adam will release a rock album, maybe.

I think I'm inspired to sing now. Kris sings well low; Adam screams, but nicely!

I Should Have Been Born in the 16th Century

In between yearbook, practicing maths and burying my nose in the other subject books, I've been entertaining my newest unhealthy obsessions: Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Scarlett Johansson (Did I spell it right?)

The thing I like about Scarlett Johansson is her...eyebrows!

Seriously, I like them. They look really...scuplted! Plus I thought she was really hot as Mary Boleyn in "The Other Boleyn Girl" movie. And I just found out she has a twin brother. I'm quite outdated actually...

Plus I did watch "Vicky Cristina Barcelona", another movie of hers. It was...refreshing. Good movie.

Oh, oh, and Jonathan Rhys Meyers! I like his look; its really interesting. Just watched episode 1 of "The Tudors", the new series about King Henry the VIII and his six wives. Besides the six wives there were a lotta mistresses on the side as well. Jonathan Meyers was acting as King Henry, and I found it weird cos my impression of King Henry is this fat guy who shouts randomly. And Jonathan Meyers sure ain't fat.

And, six wives just isn't enough for one guy is it?

Oh well, I like sixteenth-century movies...wouldn't be surprised if I was some English person in the 16th century in my past life.

PS: I just discovered this movie, "Match Point" starring both Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Scarlett Johannson. It's a bit old (released in 2005), but given my new unhealthy obsessions, I have to watch it now.

Now that I've taken up some cyberspace ranting about this, I can go back to yearbook, practicing maths and burying my nose in the other subject books.