Eternally young.

Greetings bloggerleprechauns :) A face shot since I hardly ever take any, or so I've been told. 


Patience is truly, seriously a virtue. Especially when it boils down to handling someone as ass-headed as me. Yup, stubbornness is really my thing. I'm so good at it I won't budge for a mean million dollars.


So, how's life for you?? :) What generates life anyway?? 
I'm almost on the brink of starvation (I'm exaggerating) but I'm too lazy to walk down for a bowl of noodles or some cookies. Ugh.


Anyway, today's post- A BBC news reporter has written about signs of ageing (research by Doctors James Kirkland and Jan Van Deursen)  being halted in the lab. Of course, no one ever wants to get old. 
James Gallagher, health reporter-BBC.
"Will it be possible to stop ageing one day??"


The answer is-Maybe. Perhaps. Perhaps one fine day, all the old people in the world would be oozing 'pulchritudinous'. Oh and the weather is SUDORIFIC. Phew* Father Sun must enjoy beaming down. Okay, digressions.


Retired cells accumulate naturally with age. Old age causes a human to start look like a shriveled prune with white gonad eyes (okay, maybe gonad wasn't the word) and a chimp-looking face.
However, the onset of wrinkles, muscle wasting and cataract has been delayed and even eliminated in mice, so American researchers say. How is it done?? It's done by flushing out retired cells that have stopped dividing. The target cells in this particular experiment were the 'senescent cells' which are, cells that have stopped dividing after usually about 50 times of division. These cells are usually cleared out by the immune system but they accumulate in the body over time. So what scientists did with the lab mice was to feed them 'the drug' and they would miraculously stop ageing so rapidly. Ageing in the lab mice was dramatically delayed. This could actually be a new revolution for mankind; if the process of old age could be slowed down. The drug (name unknown for now) works like an anti-ageing (not lifespan prolonging mind you) magical elixir. There also was muscle improvement in the mice that were fed the drug. 


Doctor James Kirkland and Doctor Jan Van Deursen told the BBC when interviewed that they were very surprised by the effects of the drug. However, this drug is not lifespan prolonging (although it might improve the quality of life), it just is a pre-study of what could really turn about in the future IF we continue to play with phenotypes and drugs altering them.


On a sad note, the Science world mourns 2 deaths this year; the death of Steven Rawlings-an astrophysicist and professor at Oxford uni, and Ahmadi-Roshan, a nuclear scientist; whose people (Iranians) believe that he was targeted and shot by members of the CIA. 


Sigh, conspiracy theories.


On a lighter note, I got to eat my noodles :) With a healthy dollop of Bovril and oats. Yummy.
Oh and I got my drawing mojo back a little. LOL I did a Mahathir/Bean caricature, whichever you think it is. 

Toodle loo.


P.s# The study was published here: http://www.nature.com/nature/index.html

Ruts.

Everybody seems to be going up but me. No matter how hard I try.


2 options for me. Whine, cry and pine over it.
Or, try harder and get a grip.


I think I choose the latter. I'll try harder. Although getting a grip is hard. When no matter how hard I try, nobody seems to understand. Build my fortresses higher. My new aim: Become indispensable.


When everything else seems impermanent.


When everything else seems to fade, I shall remain as who I am. Stronger, wiser, more patient.
All it needs I guess, is patience. And perseverance. 

Facades (Part I).

For some reason, I found this highly fascinating. 


The US Treasury is now the IMF. 
(Presidential documents, volume 29-no.4, page 113, 22 U.S.C. 285-288)


What does it tell you when a huge country's main banking system is actually the World Bank itself?? Government paychecks etc in the US come directly from the IMF. I didn't know that until now. Maybe I'm oblivious but I doubt many Americans would know this too. LOL.


I think all debt slaves running in the puny little rat races we sometimes call life, should actually know these facts; documented with proof. 


The IMF is and agency of the UN. 
(Black's Law Dictionary 6th Edition, page 816.)


So many questions running through my head. Where would the Secretary of the US treasury's (currently, Timothy Geithner) loyalties lie?? Also, a lot of worrying stuff circulating in the masses innit. Portugal is debt-riddled to levels that are rather perturbing. Just as expected, Greece took a massive tumble downhill. Just last November, it was stated that "nobody" is running the country (referring to Greece.) 


Two countries blackmailed Athens, on the 3rd of November last year (just a month or so back) into abandoning a referendum for fear of it bringing down the single currency. Germany And France. We all go about our daily lives and all these minute little things could actually cause eruptions in the food chains that we live in. Amazing innit. We'd all somehow be indirectly affected by it sooner or later. Are we living in a facade?? :)


Also, think about it. If all US government paychecks come from the IMF, there aren't really any American employees innit. Since none of them actually owe it to the United States itself, they rely on UN for their living. 

Oh and if you thought the CIA or the FBI were part of the US government, nuh uh; it ain't true. The US government merely held stocks in them.

Something to read, the Greek Crisis; which of course, eventually will have a toll on the rest of us small beings. Europe is crumbling slowly, the US, just a facade. Wooters.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2057185/Greek-crisis-deepens-David-Cameron-raises-commitment-IMF-rescue-29bn.html READ. Lol.

-Epiphanic author-

Recollections and good stuff of 2011.

It's funny how when yesteryear comes to a 'now', we become all nostalgic.
Oh well, a collection of the good times I had yesteryear. 

Yeah, I had a Minaj moment which I regretted the moment I looked at the bangs I cut for myself. LOL.

 Tyra smiling upside down.

Midnight, my Brachypelma Boehmei tarantula grew more.

My first ever time on a road trip, to Port Dickson with friends. Meet Karmen (in pink) and Veshinu the guy on the left and Adrian, behind me. 

I had my wisdom teeth operated out. I sorta got addicted to the pain of extracting my teeth since I had a lot extracted (small mouth, too many teeth) from the time I had my braces done.

The four pictures above are of really really delicious food my gammy cooked for my relatives from the UK when they came here. She's a Nyonya which explains the curries and spicy looking dish of chicken (in the last picture). The vegetable dish is a mesh of turnips, long beans and carrots. Absolutely mouth-watering. Gammy's the best cook I swear.

And of course, a special outing with my busy bestie of 9 years. Yup, emphasis on the years of bestfriendship. LOL.

And I got this awesome read from Singapore. His latest; one of his most awesome books so far.

A funny shot of us in the MRT station in Singapore. From left: Me, gammy (don't be fooled, she's 73!!), Lil and Calvin (cousin).


Still hung up on a lot, had a great yesteryear. 


-Lishia-

Accomplishments of 2012.

Yeah, surprise surprise, I baked a good batch of cookies!! Which is something somewhat new to me, and kind of pleasant. HAHA I never knew how to bake. 


Why, you may ask?? Firstly, I am a major klutz. So burning myself comes along with baking. Secondly, I am a little afraid of the huge roaring oven (I used my mum's old mini oven this time). Thirdly, I always somehow manage to put in a little too much butter. 


My cookies turned out well this time though. And I didn't even have any help from my dad or Lil (my sister) and WHEE!! Here's a picture, feast on the drool worthiness of my lovingly baked cookies. LOL. The green and red stuff are little preserved cherries and of course, I put in some almonds although I'm not a fan of nuts. (I'm a nut myself.)

So, so?? The verdict?? :P They were rated a 6/10 which is not THAT bad since it's my first ever time baking like this. Well, not really first but the last two times were with Lil and dad and dad is just a bad cookie supervisor so I technically wouldn't count those 'experiences' in as my previous batches were umm, manhandled. LOL.


Another accomplishment, I toned up a little. Yay!! And I recently discovered my undying love for vintage styles again.


If I could rewrite my life, I'd be counting the stars with Lennon. And YOU of course. With my bestie too, and her boyfriend. That would be pure subliminal bliss.

My hippie-ness reaches levels unwarranted. Haha, signing off,
80s pinup wannabe.

2012 finally.

Happy New Year :)


I had an awesome one with fine people. I love you all, so much :) (The bunch.)
Anyway, this is the first post of 2012. Hope you all had wonderful New Year celebrations, bloggerloves. 


Contented. Irrevocably. 


2012 is going to be great. I feel it in my "lunner".


Lots of love,
Lishia.

A highly political post.

Okay, I have to get this anger out of my system. Disclaimer: Do not read it if you don't enjoy rants on how bad the systems are.


ONLY in Malaysia. 


-The prime minister's wife gets a huge cut of tax payers' money.
AND, goes on shopping sprees overseas with the mean sums of "stolen money". LOL dear prime minister, our money is going out of the country; it's no wonder our Malaysian currency can never be matched with even the Singaporean dollar.


-Politicians stoop to such dirty, low levels of mud-slinging. And the BEST part is, they don't even speak English. Hilarity.


-The prime minister declares himself as "father of transformation" when 3 quarters of the people of the country deem him the "father of corruption".


-His wife again, angers people by buying a huge diamond (not zirconium mind you) and flashes it around while claiming to have "been saving money since she was a mere child." (What a funny lass aye, as the Scottish would say.)


-They fire tear gas into hospitals BECAUSE the hospital (Tung Shin hospital) allowed the Bersih supporters in. How can you NOT care about the innocent people inside??


-The public transport is the constant butt of all jokes.


-The prime minister goes missing on the country's Independence Day.


-The very scholarship holders cannot get into universities abroad and they can't even speak proper English. WHY?? Biased education systems that only favor the majority race which is PURE AND UTTER BULL-FUCKING-SHIT.


-Money goes missing and the public are not even aware of where it's channeled to.


-Monopoly money is circulated. (2012)


-The usage of the term GOD (Allah) is made into a huge ruckus IF used by the people of another faith.


-The ministers (currently Selangor's Khir Toyo) can escape with anything.


-The country is led by a pilfering, reckless man who hides behind the skirts of his dominating larger than life plastic wife who steals public funds and flashes the diamonds she bought with it shamelessly to the media or anyone who'd wanna see it.


SHAMELESS.


Ppfftt. 
-An angry citizen-

Relativity/subjectivity and my best friend.

My best friend of 9 years and I. 9 years and counting :)


Okay, fuck it. I'm blogging. I stopped for such a long period because I realized that my blog is way too public. LOL And it's a little too out there for my comfort. Sigh. I should privatize it but I might lose a lot of beloved readermunchkins that way.


The year's coming to an end. I have a pile up on assignments again. LOL Slight bit of a rant, yes. The year ended well; I would say. Amazing people and guess what!! I found a dime that turned my life around. I swear. It's my lucky penny, I would say. No, more of my lucky dime. LOL. I'm glad I spotted you. If I were spiraling downwards into some kinda invisible chute, I'm not anymore. The year CAN turn on a dime. I swear.


And I've found mine :) *Glee and gloats*


Anyway, so much to do, so little time. Deadlines to achieve, ambitions to take down; hunt down and accomplish. I love you all, readers :D Haven't forgotten you. I was having constant battles in my "brian" (to you, long time readers, you'd know that Brian is the name of my brain) - to blog or not to blog. Gah. Anyway, it's such a turn on when someone finds your flaws a bonus or plus point because perfection and normalcy are too fucking overrated anyway. 
Pardon my french, Affiliating with people of the "frenchy" type has made me learn to roll some french on my tongue as well.


Life is good; it could get better but maybe I am contented. For now. Or maybe it's just a happy mask I put on. I hope not. I think happiness is subjective anyway. Toodles.

*If you're short and you know it, clap your hands. LOL*


-The long time writer-

Something.

HAHA Look at short old me :3


I promise to post something on here later :) So many things to say; just never found the time. Or perhaps the laziness has caught up with me :) Lots and lots. Seriously. From Hadron Colliders to I don't know, life?? LOL.


Anyway, this is just a short post to tell ye peeps that I'm still alive :) Although yes, I did go missing for quite a long while again.
Xx. 
-Queen of hearts-

Words don't suffice.

      You can't play on broken strings, you can't fly on broken wings. Sometimes words spewed out be it unintentionally or intentionally, can cause a certain amount of damage that is irreparable. Sometimes, people want a last chance to feel again, the last moments to savor something delectable; chances come and go. Excuses crop up and are lost in oblivion.
     
     Sometimes, the very people who walk around with a smile on their face are the ones that need the most help. The ones who go around with carved skin under their skirts and with burn marks on their legs beneath their jeans; extend a hand. Breathing can barely even be done sometimes; with pain comes healing?? What if we happen to be at the end of the domino?? Expect the worst?? What is the worst?? What if the worst we expect is not enough?? So much is lingering in my brain. My little neurons are just working at optimum speed. Broken glass can never be fixed again unless melted down. I think human souls are very like that too.


      Broken hearts that are barely beating, they can rarely be put on life support. Sometimes, funny questions pop up. Like are we real?? Or are we puppets of an epiphany?? Think about it deeply, are we truly held by strings?? Is everything we do measured by some kind of constant or scale?? How much is a human soul worth?? 


You can't play on broken strings, you can't fly on broken strings.
Sorry is the hardest word to be said. Ego is the hardest thing to be killed.


-Lishia-