Change the world, make it a better place for you and for me and the entire human race [and rats]

I recently learned of a very interesting study [by word of mouth, so don’t freak out if I make mistakes]. For those of you who have taken sociology courses, why haven’t you shared this with me?!

A colony of rats was used to study the effects of overpopulation. Along with the birth of baby rats, scientists also introduced rats external to the colony at set time intervals. As the colony became increasingly crowded, abnormal behaviours were observed. The adult rats became less and less interested in procreation and engaged in sexual activities with their own sex...At this point of the story, I had to interrupt and ask a stupid question. How did the scientists know when a male rat was having intercourse with a male or female rat? Whenever two rats were getting busy, did the scientists have to pick them up and turn them over to check what gender they were by looking at the sex organs? Although it sounds like a poor excuse to interrupt a story, I just couldn’t figure out how they’d do it any other way [unless the spray painted all the females or males different colours]...Crime also became rampant. The adult rats would eat the baby rats and gang-bang each other.

Three things happened I heard the story. One, I was boggled by how the actions of our ‘intellectually superior’ specie can be so easily reduced to the animal behaviours studied in rats. Two, I felt very sorry for the poor rats for being subjected to that environment. Three, I felt no pity for ourselves.

Human life loses value as time passes. When did abandoning or killing newborn girls become common practice? How was the idea of placing a dollar value on human life for cost-benefit analysis made acceptable? Who rid us of our responsibility toward our senior citizens [Bush trying to eliminate Social Security]? What the mofo is going on?

Happiness will not work for minimum wage

Do not mistake it for a lifelong goal
Wasting your precious mortality
Chasing the pot of gold at the rainbow’s end
Treat it instead as a way of life

Shed away the burdening layers
Of duty sworn to acquaintances
Of existential complacency
Free yourself within its infinite dimensions

Beware the falsity of blissful ignorance
Asking for no reciprocation
Providing merely hind-sighted contentment
Happiness is not a deserved given

- Stephanie Lau

I’m happy and I know it ~clap clap~

[I hope this doesn’t make me sound conceited] I know I am happy because I do not wish to be anyone but me, anywhere but here, anytime but now. Bliss is freedom from envy [I can look in the mirror guarding the Philosopher’s Stone and see me just as I am].

The road is bound to be bumpy and it promises tough times ahead. For now, I just want to savour every drop of hilarity, every wisp of euphoria, and every moment of my life. I am truly grateful for how blessed I am. A lot of credit goes to my friends who make my time in this often tragic, sad, and difficult world so full of joy. It’s not just the company, the drinks [and sometimes vomit], the jokes, or the stories. It’s the lessons I learn. Seeing your special gifts makes me push myself to be more than I am.

It is probably difficult for you to see my sincere gratitude through the mean and sarcastic crust that is covering my sappy soul. So if you don’t already know it, I am very appreciative of your [tolerant] friendship and I want to give you a verbal hug [I know this is sappy to a point of nausea but try not to puke all over me...I prefer to be the puker, not the pukee].

Making Love Outta Nothing At All

Now maybe, just maybe two blogs with references to Air Supply are two too many. But upon hearing of their upcoming appearance at Rama in August, I came down hard with Air Supply fever [who wants to go to the concert with me?] and the only way to get rid of it is to blog about it.

Even though their voices are angelic, it is the lyrics that gets me all hot and bothered [is that disturbing?]. They sing of true, great, wholesome, pure, and absolute love. As entertaining as Usher is with his songs about cheating and sex [there are some choice phrases in “That’s what it’s made for” that will make anyone squirm], it will only be just that – entertaining. Air Supply's songs make you think of happier times, yearn for better things, and treasure your moments with your significant other

You can’t really do the Thunderclap or the A-Town stomp to Air Supply's songs, but I sure as hell will try at their concert.

Brain Fart

I am more today than I thought I could ever be. I'm pissing my pants thinking what I could be tomorrow [other than a bed-wetter].