Musings Of An Erratic Mind

"I think of nothing but love. The continual amusement I derive from intellectual pursuits, for which I am always being reproached as if it were a crime, finds its very justification in this singular and unceasing taste for love. For me there is no idea that is not eclipsed by love.If it were up to me, everything opposed to love would be abolished. That is roughly what I mean when I claim to be an anarchist." -Louis Aragon 1924

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Name: Stephanie Yang
Location: Australia

I'm overly gorgeous. Not cute. Not kawaii. Not adorable. O-V-E-R-L-Y G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. Get it right or suffer my wrath. :p I'm delusional. I'm eccentric. My only compulsive obsession is shopping. I love my family. I love my friends. I love everyone who's been by my side throughout this roller coaster ride. It sure is one hella ride! And remember boys and girls, if it's not deep fried, it's not worth eating (from the words of a famous cat) :p

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Citations d'Amour

"Des paroles de douceur,
Des moments de bonheur.
Des regards échangés,
Un zeste de complicité.
Des étoiles dans les yeux,
La joie d'être deux.
Main dans la main,
Suivre le même chemin.
Des rêves plein le coeur,
Que du plaisir, aucune rancoeur.
Aimer et oublierLes blessures du passé.
Juste la magie de l'amour,
Une belle vie pour toujours."
asdaksdjhksdhakssjk-Julie Jamar-

...also.....

"Aimer, ce n'est pas regarder l'un l'autre,
c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction."

...and most importantly,

Je t'aime non seulement pour ce que tu es mais pour ce que je suis quand nous sommes ensemble, and you know who you are. :)

Monday, March 28, 2005

Grumpy Men's Syndrome

Disclaimer: The contents of this article/entry are not intended on labelling and/or insulting any particular individual(s) whatsoever.

Merde....et...merde...c'est tout merde. I cant seem to concentrate or the very least, focus a miniscule of my efforts into revising and/or preparing for my assignments. As usual, since I am so dedicated to the loyal subjec..i er meant readers of my blog, my mind trails off to think of what i can write next that could be of interests to my adoring public, and some others. :p And voila, after having given it some in-depth thought, I haf decided to share my views (and research) on the new rage male - which, hopefully, in the near future might appear as a significant contribution to my thesis. LOL Here goes...

He blows hot and cold. Innocent third parties are blamed for the loss of his nail clipper. He’s in a rage over queues, slow drivers, "stupid people" and waitresses who take too long to deliver the bill. Welcome to the world of Irritable Male Syndrome, the official club for grumpy men.

It’s a subject that has been preoccupying psychologists, and researchers in previous studies define IMS as a state of hypersensitivity, anxiety, frustration and anger (yes, "core emotions") associated with biochemical changes, hormonal fluctuations, stress and a loss of male identity. Hmm, and you wonder? There are two ways a hypersensitive man will go: Make it quite clear that everyone else is responsible for his rotten life, usually with sentences that begin, “You never ...”, or “Why don’t you ever ...”. OR withdraw into a numbing silence that can be likened to "emotional sunburn". tee hee There’s nothing like a metaphor for explaining why out-of-sorts men feel as bad as they do. Funny enough, the term "male syndrome" was coined by a sheep psychologist who observed similarities between irritable men and the behaviour of rams who at the end of the mating season will behave badly. o_O

This, girls as we all know in society today, is not age-specific and may have underlying social causes. *grumble* (Question: Why do we hafta suffer for their crap?) Like i mentioned previously, men can just forget about the everything that we fought about, but that doesnt neccessarily mean that it's not still lingering in him! "Hell hath no fury like a man devalued".

...worst than our wrath. And they say we are bad. Hmmph.

Anyhoo, wat came up to be pretty shocking to me was that this aint no joke. There are rising concerns that irascibility can mask severe depression, which health authorities have been predicting will become the second-biggest medical cause of death and disability by 2020. So, people, therapy is the way to go. Or, just talk things through with one another, not shout mind you (Yes, u didnt need a psychologist to tell u that). *winks*

So i guess for now, we shud just enslave ourselves to showering our males with love, love, love and more love so there is not a speck of chance he'd evolve into a grumpy ol scrooge. If it helps, that is. :)

And since im on the subject of males, i thought i'd go test out which gender my brain actually is :p


Your Brain is 86.67% Female, 13.33% Male
You have the brain of a girly girl <-- yeesh!

Which isn't a bad thing at all

You're emphatetic, caring, and in tune with emotions.

You're a good friend and give great advice.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

A form of stupidity

I haf no idea why or how come I keep getting myself into doing stupid, and the stupidest of all things sometimes. Could i really be that senseless? Anyways, this pic below was taken during one of my interior deco stints for a friend's 21st. I just like to hang loose and haf fun sometimes, or maybe all the time. :D


Silly me! Posted by Hello

Just admire and dun ask why. :)

People always seem to remember me as someone who can never stop smiling. Why. I dun even know myself. But there are times (like now) when i feel so shite, fuct and jaded like never before, that i can still bring myself to smile at the very least things. There are a million and one things that I cud complain about, YET i can still smile at the end of the day. AARGH. Ok, end rant. I shall go sleep, and sleep on my depression now. :x

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Psych-ed

Here's a scenario. You're sitting at a table. You haf just been finger printed and have shown a picture ID. You look around and see about many more nervous people. Okla, fast forward abit when that stern-looking invigilator walks in, and after wat seems like eternity, you are told to open your booklet to page 4 and begin working.

Your mouth is dry. Your palms are soaking wet. You open to page 3. You have 10mins to solve a five-part problem based on the following information.

Eleven books are arranged from left to right on a shelf. Of the eleven, two are novels, two are art books, three are hisotry books, and four are chemistry books. The two art books are next to each other. The two novels are not next to each other. The history books are next to each other. A novel is on one end of the row, and a history book is on the other.

Abit bewildered, you examine the first two questions.

Question 1. If the second book is a chemistry book, and the four chemistry books are next to each other, then which one of the following books must be an art book?

Select one. A-The fifth; B-The sixth; C-The seventh; D-The eight; E-The ninth.

You're prolly thinking.."Wat da..??!!" Nvm. Next question.

Question 2. If the second, third, fourth, and seventh books are chemisty books, which of the following must be true?
I. The sixth book is an art book
II. The eighth book is a novel
III. Each novel is next to at least one chemistry book.

Select one. A-I only; B-II only; C-III only; D-I and II only; E-I, II and III

Your heart beats a little faster, in fact it's racing it's lil pulses out. Your mind starts to freeze up like an overloaded computer. Only two minutes has passed and you still dun haf your bearings. The person sitting next to you looks a bit faint. Another makes a mad dash for the restroom.

Ladies and gents, welcome to the world of competitive standardized psychological tests in the 21st century peeps. This is the kinda shit that I will be paid to do in future (i hope, if i can pull together my pHD). I mean, i will be paid to come up wif mind-boggling shit like that, which FYI, my classmates and I had to spend a whole hour coming up wif stupid questions like these, and spend another half working out and arguing over the answers. That nite after class, I was found staggering back home. Nausea. Light-headedness. You name it. I went to bed without dinner. *plop* like that.

FYI again, these were the actual questions that were used in the Law School Admission Test (LSAT). Whether or not a student is admitted into law school is almost entirely determined by that person's score on the LSAT and undergraduate grade point average.

Bwahahahha good luck people, to those of you thinking of going to law school :p

Monday, March 14, 2005

A thing or two about lurve - as taught by blokes

As i haf been infuriatingly searching around for a place to move, the wonder-me still finds time to shop (always haf the time), eat, read cosmos, work on assignments, attend classes, eat, watch telly, wash my never-ending pile of "handwash clothes", search for jobs, eat again, and...stay alive. At the end of each typical day, I still haf a morsel of sanity left to ponder about the griping issues of relationships and my depleting bank account. And here's what i thought, after deciding and debating for so long that I do agree with Cosmo in many ways about the six guy traits when it comes to relationships.

They dont dissect relationship details. Yeap, our obsession over details just burns us females out, whils the males are happily wondering what's next on telly. So the reason for some relationship blow-outs are ahem "our" constant habit of finding tiny dating flaws. We should (observe the word "should") vow not to scrutinise and split hairs because all these overanalysis may seem like we're over-obsessive freaks who appear destructive in relationships.

They're not hellbent on being told that we love them. Heck! From my experience, it's been only one out of the lot. Dropping the L-word is a major romantic milestone. But I guess there's a limit to demanding the love verbally all the time. As long as we keep reminding ourselves of all the nice shweet ways he's demonstrated his love for us, or me (which i think you shud take it up a notch huns), I wont start getting cranky. *fingers crossed* And the one thing at the end of the day, it's that the one out of the lot that truly loves you from his crazy twisted cold heart. *winks*

They make sex a priority. 'Nuff said. Very self-explanatory, no?

They can accept our flaws. Women often see men as a piece of clay that can be shaped into the perfect boyfriend. I guess it's the same for everyone else, but it prolly goes double for us ladies, why? Because we hafta constantly deal with immaturely developed males who do not appear to act their age. It's funny how there was an ongoing debate I read awhile ago on why God did not allow men to develop mentally FIRST then the rest of their body parts. *chuckle* Anyhoo, back to the point, we girls hafta begin to accept a chap for who he is, and not as an extreme makeover waiting to happen. Some girls just goto the extreme on wanting to change the boy even though they appear to be "ok". Suggestions and comments do not hurt, but the male has to also understand that you are trying to help, and not just some obsessive freak geared to make a new person. I love my hubbeeschoobs, but there are times when he just drives me NUTS and I mean on the brink of insanity, and I guess ditto for me, soo...because therapy is too expensive, we c-o-m-p-r-o-m-i-s-e. Right huns?

They just get over it. Even the most perfect couple will occasionally clash. While guys generally get pissed off and let it go, women are more likely to internalise their anger - which explains why we think some guys are psycho-ed when they can pretend nothing happened the next day. So, let it go! Speaking from personal experience with the male, it's not a good idea to "sleep on it", maybe not in most cases, that is. It's alot better to get it out of the system and/or drop it if it's insignificant. It's not letting him off the hook, but it's also doing yourself a favor. :)

They dont blab to their mates. This, i thought was pretty funny, or sorta. We girls luRve to chat, and i mean, shit..blab and blab forever. We exchange sex tips, raunchy getaways, bedroom stories and wat nots, but men might in actual fact find all these "sharing" a violation of trust. Some might, some might not. But hey guess wat, we feel the same way too! Editors these days just underestimate the potential of male bitchiness.

If only women didn't have to deal with the mood swings that come in tandem with fluctuating levels of oestrogen and progesterone. We are after all, part of the cosmic divine. Again, I may yet be suffering from mild paranoia. :p

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Saturday morning...

I'm on a shopping ban. Or at least I should be!

My parents have taken the extreme measures of NOT sending me any money until I openly confess that I do have a disorder at large. So you see, I've got only AUD1000 to last me till god-knows-when-they-decide-to-send, and prolly another thousand which I was smart enough to secretly change before I came back here. But that still doesn't help a poor lil brat who's still having difficulties...

1. Curbing her sweet tooth diet
2. Curbing her expensive purchase diet (on food and clothes)
3. Controlling herself :p

New pair of pants from A|X...

1 Nine West pebble minibarrel in black

Kookai tops

More cute underwear :p

Contemplating a white hobo as well as a black ruffled Max Mara blouse (which I already have in white)

..and possibly many more other items.

Someone cure me. I'm afflicted and I need to be put under house arrest.

I can see the male giving me the eye and shaking his head in...in...watchamacallit...shite, writer's clot. Well, one of his predicted actions would be "Tsk tsk baby".

Oh oh oh! Just thought I'd share this happy moment with you guys - I finally drew the courage to walk up to the store and buy my long awaited *drumroll please* double fudge brownie!!! *giggle* I swear I've been craving for that block of calories since, even before the x'mas hols started, and having returned to KL, I was dead set on conquering all at the Mrs Fields kiosk at BSC, and/or KLCC. But you know wat, fate's not on my side because the shops have all so mysteriously disappeared around KL. And so, because life loves punishing me, I had to fork out AUD2.60 to satisfy my cravings, all just for a block of undescribedly, awe-inspiring, heavenly swirls of fudge...worth it? I think so! Bwahaha..

Anyhoo, classes has just begun for the majority of us and well, I'm not exactly looking forward to the rest of semester except my packaging design classes on fridays, which, ironically, I should loathe. But when you love something, you gotta make the sacrifice. :D Speaking of which, I mish my booboo! (Yes i know, here she goes again) I mish waking up to the smells of crisp, buttery toast and fluffy scrambled eggs. Smells of sweet orange juice and creamy hot cocoa. Smells of oatmeal and cinnamon and hot muffins with honey. MMmmmmmm heaven.

Ok sorry, playback...minus the oatmeal and cinnamon and honey boney thing, coz that was just a dream. False alarm peeps *grins* And yes my hunnie does cook me breakfast (in bed) - when he feels like it! Having said that, I cannot wait to spend easter with him, altho we haven't got anything planned yet! 20 more days and still counting! *wheeee*

In the past 3 hours, I have attempted to write a novel. And here's what I've got so far...

"The attacks bracketed Sunday's presidential elections in Chechnya, a Kremlin-baked move aimed at undermining support for the insurgents by establishing a modicum of civil order in the war-shattered republic."

LOL Not getting far am I?