Anonymous asked: I believe that writing is the healthiest form of art because it requires you to pay attention. You do not get to squeeze the juice out of the thing unless you are actively engaged with the words. With paintings and movies (which are wonderful), you can rest your brain if you like and let them be shown to you. With reading, however, you are the one that brings the book to life, so your mind must be truly alive.
For centuries, researchers have studied the brain to find exactly where mechanisms for producing and interpreting language reside. Theories abound on how humans acquire new languages and how our developing brains learn to process languages.
WHY ARE BABIES SO CUTE?
What about those little bundles of joy do we find so compelling? Are we hard-wired to like “cute” things? Find out here!
I’ve been thinking this for YEARS
It’s been two good whole years since I last saw my beloved friend Eugenia. I’ve been so accustomed to calling her Onia such that it’s almost strange to remember it isn’t her real name.
I think there was this nervous feeling between us, as if we were afraid we would find each other different from the person we used to be. Undeniably, there are changes. I am no longer the childish squeaky-voiced kpop-mad girl I was before. Onia has become even more fashionably sensible.
But I’m tired from all that social activity this whole week. I need to sleep in all this sorrow from ejecting all my enthusiasm into nursing others’ reflex emotions (where mine requires processing) and sensitivity in interpreting my words.
[ENG] 1402025 BANGTAN BOMB - Boys’ Confession The…:
Suga: Now my heart is all yours. It doesn’t know anything else.
Oh god :o If Suga confesses to me, I would definitely melt and say yes on the spot. Its such a sweet, perfect way to confess to someone like me~hmhm
But then again
V: Stop playing hard to get or I’ll kick you.
This boy’s way of confessing is exactly the way I like to confess. Damn. Hahahahaaa.
Leonardo Da Vinci was the man who kickstarted my Great love for sketching and constructing the human anatomy at the mere age of six. One of few surviving sketches dated back to August 2002. Another huge factor was Egyptian mummification of worthy, royal-blooded bodies.
Thomas Hardy on poetry
A great example of why you don’t have any idea what is happening in the world around you. I don’t generally blog this stuff but, you Should know Time Magazine is not the only media to do this. .
I HAD NO CLUE THIS WAS HAPPENING AND I AM SO ANGRY
american schools teach about other countries’ propaganda, but look at this shit.
Did you guys know that the first Canadian deaths in the war in Afghanistan happened in 2002 when an American pilot dropped a bomb on some Canadian soldiers doing training exercises
killed 4 people and injured 8
Did you know this? Probably not because boy does your country like to brainwash about their fucking military being the greatest and most important and amazing fucking thing
Americans, we get more news about your country than you do, because gosh diddly darn does your country ever like to hide things from you and keep you stupid.
I suppose American Readers often write in to complain about how uninteresting the magazines were till it evolved to such. But that’s a speculation, as with the fact that it’s a propaganda.
CAPTION: I’M A MAD SCIENTIST FOR THE NOETICS AND A MAD ARTIST FOR THE HUMAN FORM. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVE, LEONARDO DA VINCI. You have been a great source of influence in my childhood, inspiring me to take on not one specific field of study but all, simply because it is possible, so why not (?) I love you, whether you are homosexual or not, that never should have mattered.
I confess that my supposed 2 hours sleep routine has not been working to plan due to my narcoleptic tendencies. This technically translates to how I am able to reach Rapid Eye Movement within 5 minutes of relaxation. It also means I can hardly be woken up easily. Violence and disagreeable means are almost necessary to make sure I return to reality, as if the sleeping trance was a state of temporary death.
I shall see if I am able to study till it’s time to attend school tomorrow.
MULTIPLE-WORLDS INTERPRETATION FROM SCHRODINGER’S CAT THEORY
I found that if
Then since it is true that you can only arrange what is invisible in one way by leaving it suspended in infinite space, then this explains how antimatter (e.g. -1! Whereby -1!=0!/0=0) can indeed exist, in infinite space.
This could be a further explanation to how anti matter can be proven to exist.
Thank you Numberphile on YouTube, for enlightening me to the pattern of understanding factorials.
Another stunning morning. The long-range forecasts are predicting the sunniest summer Britain has seen since 1910. :)
A million more reasons to study in the UK.
Photos taken during the Literature Festival preparations.The asexual tendency to admire and think your own legs are beautiful though. Simply unacceptable by society. But damn. I wish I could hug my clone so bad. I must be a very nice bolster.
Here’s a comparison between my current and past handwritings. The script underneath is my latest handwriting. I would adding in a pointy ‘s’ because that signifies a passionately curious, intellectual mind. I want to breed my mind in that sort of environment. And it was previously the diagnosis of my past handwriting.
Good day, it’s been more than a while since i’ve posted something original, something solely from my mind. But that being said, i’m still going to endorse the usage of GIFs from good o’ animes. I mean, what a waste of beautiful graphics if it were only left for the screens.
That’s a personal thought, though.
CAPTION: One would imagine for a second how perverse Sakagami Toto is. If only they knew, that was his little secret to obtaining their powers. Let them judge all they want, he’s getting on with his goals to achieve success.
LITERATURE FESTIVAL AKA MASQUERADE
I would describe it as mostly a waste of time, the dances being quite a strange event in which i spent majority of my time trying to figure out a mathematical algorithm for the sequence. In my head. Imagine what Rayna would think if she found out that my increasingly smooth dancing was due to the logical patterns of 2-3-1-2 i hypothesised rather than muscle memory. It might frighten her how i analyse human entertainment so much.
I do not want that. I could see how she already deigns to acknowledge the other part of me, the part where my gleeful sadism coupled with odd specific knowledge comes in. I want to keep her, for her relaxed attitude towards life, a positive effect that might hopefully, rub off on me, and that perfect construct of human apathy. She proves the perfect epitome for human study, with her desire to be an outstanding weird person when she is in truth, the epitome of a conventional person. It is as if she embodies all these terrible “dual-nature” human secrets that are locked away from me, and all i have is to pry them from her bit by bit, by simply being there when the secrets loosen from her grasp.
After the quaint, old-fashioned entertainment, i delivered myself to LT3, where i decided would be a perfect location to take a short nap. You see, i was on my “Tesla-DaVinci-sleeping-routine” test-study, where you only took on 2 hours of sleep and other odd hours during the day. It’s much like the diet scheme- break up the 3 full meals to small regular meals during the day- only it applies to nap time, here. I must say i do approve of this method, only that when i allow myself to doze off, it is hard to remember to return to reality.
They were rehearsing there, the cast. Nevertheless, i took my place and slept for a bit. I awoke later, to the brilliant voice of Farah, that thundered the entire lecture theater. Perhaps it is talent that draws me to people, perhaps its intelligence. I would later respond in a question posed to me by the rowdy gang of classmates that Mewilf-looking person, the bright and oratorically-gifted fey would be the person i choose to marry over Pipsqueak and The Mermaid.
Although an artificial angel the fey is, i would much rather a higher creature than putrid, silly human beings that don’t know what to do with their lives. Someone who knows what they want- to have attended the Political Science Lecture with me last December (Faris was there as well) - is much more viable an option as a partner for life. But one must also remember the somewhat … biasedness that cannot be helped. He still looked like the very first person that ever told me i could actually be adored- Mewilf, from ACS Barker Road, then. Whilst having cheated on the feelings of such a kind and sweet and talented person (he’s a charismatic dancer for his school and still persisted in his art from there on), i have to thank him for all the wonderful life experiences he’s given me- from learning to communicate better with the elderly to doing overseas community service to singing for the Church- i would not have been a better person today.
Yet it is undeniable that the heart went out to the next person and seemingly sewn itself irreversibly to thee. Angel, angel, angel. But let’s not digress too far.
TRIVIALITIES THAT MADE ME HAPPY
CAPTION: I smiled a lot last week ! Keep this up!!!!
This week, i spent a considerable amount of time socialising with Keith, one of my best, reliable buddies. He provided me a great number of surprising insights on the complicated social world where Yong Xuan and Vonisa and all the other image-loving socialites revel in. I’m glad Keith managed to get back to doing his homework on a daily basis rather than devote most of his time to art.
Goldfish said ‘hi’ to me. Even with my mad, boyish hairstyle. That gave me a pleasant surprise. So perhaps he does not perceive me only for my appearance after all. That changes everything. Vivian from AHS would assure me so.
Running on barefeet, 10 rounds around the track. Blistered feet all over, with burns from the blazing sun. But a strangely enlightening experience. So this is what poetic Golden Glasses felt like when he ran without his shoes. I wondered if his reason was valid as mine- my shoes i were wearing that day were not made for running and could possibly result in a sprained ankle- but he is much more wild than i am. Perhaps it was his flight of fancy, who knows. Did i mention he stood in front of me for like fifteen seconds after the Economics Lecture? I used the brief period of time to memorise all the stylistic and infrastructure details.
Farah noticed me, finally. To have a talented (for singing and acting) person notice you is rather breathtaking. Unfortunately, i would almost seem abashed as if i was infatuated with her greatness, so i bolted off quickly. She must have thought i was a shy creature. I am horrified at this possibility.
Mr Low said i was cute in my red ex-class hoodie. Seeing as Mr Low was afraid of tiny ants crawling about on his phone, taught literature with a passion that could only be described as romantic effeminacy and wore fanciful flower shirts that bordered on slight … gaiety, his taste of being cute must be quite viable for use in interpreting other minds. I wonder if this means i would be able to rig parental sentiments from such characters.
Seeing Carissa dance with Stanley, as if fate was actualizing for them. I wonder what Carissa was thinking as she danced … was she like Catherine Earnshaw with Heathcliff, or was she more for Edgar Linton? Materialistic over True? I found out why so few of my peers enjoyed the romance of Wuthering Heights, apart from its seemingly complicated language forms. The romance Emily Bronte wrote of came from the mind of an asexual person. This explains why i love the book so much that i worshipped it back and forth, 48 times since 2008 (the year i purchased it). So asexuals romanticise in the same manner, eh? Tragic, twisted and very, very realistic.
COINCIDENCE ONCE AGAIN?
Benedict, the friend of Serena’s and Yong Xuan’s from Rockclimbing, is apparently enrolled in the same tuition centre as i am. This is odd, because not only did he take the same bus 39 to school as i do, rest in almost the same choice of locations as i did before assembly (2013), but now, he is also in my tuition class? Could this be a symbol for God’s reminder that there is someone who lives parallel lives to oneself? However, he is rather small and carries this preppy-looking backpack, which i could describe as metrosexual. Alright… i am quite one myself. A style-loving mojo rather than a fashionista. Ugh, must there really be this drawing of parallels to strip me of my individuality? I really do not like comparisons, God …
I am switching my style of handwriting to something more classy and legible, for it has been the issue of much concern since secondary four. I will update you on how it looks like, place it beside my old handwriting for comparison, sometime soon. Have got to get back to my work now. I love you, AppleBeloved.
P.S.> I’m going out with Onia this friday since it’s Good Friday. It certainly is good. We’re heading down to Somerset 313’s Marche, where we shall indulge in chocolate fantasies and cute creamy cakes and proper tea. That’s a horrid pun, by the way, that makes no sense either. Ugh ugh (!)