Well... he takes people's power like how a bacteria does!! Okay... maybe not exactly like that. But this is how bacteria works. The reason why they are highly adaptable is that they are able to adsorb genetic components from the genetic pool around them in just a short period of time. For example you are a bacteria. One day you decide to fly. So you decide to take the genetic transcript from a grasshopper. Now you can fly! Then if you decided to go for a swim, you take the necessary components of a shark. Now you can swim... and terrorise people... and so much more!
This is how bacteria works. This is why most bacteria-causing diseases can evolve. That is why after awhile, antibiotics can't work against them. And people... okay... hopefully I can provide that service one day... have to come up with different drugs to combat these minute monsters. Also, when they evolve, they can somehow share their genetic components to other bacteria so as they can be immune to the antibiotics as well. I really admire their unity.
Which brings us to vaccination... I spent so many weeks reading about this for my poster presentation and report for the last semester. It was really interesting! Especially the debate on whether kids should or shouldn't be vaccinated. So each time I am asked about this topic, I can passionately speak from both sides of the debate. Anyway, the preparation went quite well I would say. My group and I even had time to joke about it.
We sang...
Immuniser, immune-immuniser, You're a immuniser Oh, immuniser, oh, you're a immuniser, baby You, you, you are. You, you, you are. Immuniser, Immuniser, Immuniser (Immuniser)
Ahh... The things pharmacist do :p
Anyway, I am still waiting for the penultimate episode of Heroes to finish downloading. Heroes have been rather lame of late. I hope there is a good ending to Season 3.
I had a dentist appointment today. Thought it would be just a checkup. After all, it was FREE. But the doctor told me that my teeth was dirty ie got plaques. I could see it for myself on the mirror.
So should I pay RM65 to get all those yucky stuff off?
Well I did.
My teeth haven't been this thoroughly clean for a year plus already I think. So hopefully, many bacteria colonies have been terminated.
While, the doctor was scaling, I could have sworn amid the gushing of water from her equipments and the scratching of her tools on my teeth, I could have sworn I heard faint voice as if scratching teeth at the right resonance could somehow tap into radio frequency or perhaps something else. Creepy.
If you stare closely into a cheerful person's eye; I mean if you really stare right into the person's eye, you may not see what is portrayed outside. On some people, you may see everything that you already know. A perfect resemblance of the dude or dudette themselves. But what of others? What you may see is a frost-covered broken window. And beyond that, housed a combination of things, but mostly things that you wouldn't expect.
As crazy as he may be, it's important to know that you don't know the person till you really get to know him. It takes years to know something about someone. It may take you forever to know him well. But why would you wanna do that? Unless you wanna be him; but that is just creepy.
I have noticed a few people like that. So, when they are down right down. It's quite hard to fathom what is capable of 'breaking' them. I supposed it's natural to assume superman will always be superman. Somehow he will always save the day; no matter how much pickles or rather kryptonite he is soaked in. But then again, every hero, even superman needs saving. Every Lois, Perry, and Jimmy just have to notice that he needs it. They should be tactful; not sneer like a bloody snake. No man or woman are like the weather. Some can't take criticism well.
Also, I have learnt that pranks don't work on a person if the person mean nice in the first place. To take advantage of it is absolutely dispicable. I wonder if there is a relationship between emoiety and sleep deprivation. I would imagine so. I am a live proof; although the double blind tests are not conducted in this case yet.
Phew. It sure has been a hectic last 24 hours. Burnt the midnight oil trying to finish yet another Phys Pharm report. Pure exhaustion mind you. Plus had PVC again today. Luckily our lecturer had given us some leeway in this particular report. Oh by the way, this lecturer won't be teaching us next time anymore. SAD. Anyway, we could do it in groups. Who knows? It could have been worse. This semester, we have all been plagued with reports, reports, assignments, and did I mention reports?
We won't have time to catch our breaths before yet another pile of workload enters our 'In' tray. It's tiring of course. But somehow, I find it interesting writing reports, especially as I get to read some facts of journals. Some can be very fascinating. I never knew reading of official journals could be like Nitrogen Narcosis to me. Speaking of which, I could use some 'relief of anxiety and a feeling of tranquility and mastery of the environment' (Wikipedia). Yeah. Very important for us to quote from where we get our facts; although it's really not advisable getting from Wiki.
Exams coming soon. I already watched Heroes ep 22. Time to get back to work.
Once upon a time, there was a young butterfly. This butterfly loved playing around in the flowery bushes in the jungle. One day, he noticed this crimson rose at one particular hedge. He has never visited this part of the jungle before. However, this rose seemed very enticing to him. He continued to play in the other bushes. But always returned to this rose at the end of the day. One day… well night or whatever, he decided to tell this rose how beautiful it was. The rose neither responded nor glowed with this compliment but instead grew torns so thick that the butterfly was too cautious to approach it anymore. The butterfly waited for the torns to wilt but to no avail. The butterfly felt sad as each passing day, he doesn’t feel welcome anymore. He tried to play around in the other bush but his heart was still for the rose. For all the misery this poor butterfly was feeling, he made up his mine to forget about the rose and move on with life. Everyday, he still played at the bush but paid no attention to the rose. He started to feel much better. He was becoming happier. Even when the rose bloomed each day, he managed to keep everything in check. He thought that the days were about to get even better when the Animals Grand Movement was opening its council for new members. The butterfly felt that he had earned a place.
But he was overlooked…
The rose got a spot. And he was rekindled with a rush of emotions that was just too much for him. He just couldn’t accept everything although he gave his best wishes to the rose. Everyday was agony for the butterfly. Was this a cruel twist of fate meant for the butterfly to learn to reconcile things? He didn’t think so. He tried to let the world pass by him while he avoided being part of the movement anymore. He managed to see the brighter side of things. The rose spoke to him that night. Somehow, the rose managed to pick the butterfly up on his antennae. The rose felt the disappointment of the butterfly. He said he was and quickly tried to brush the rose aside. He just wished that he was out of coverage for just that night. But the rose kept talking until the butterfly decided to intentionally provoke the rose. It ended the conversation abruptly. The butterfly felt an uncontrollable intense emotion. He plotted to just treat everyday the same and take no notice of the rose. But it was harder to avoid thoughts about the rose this time. It wasn’t as easy as before. Everything that he had before as a distraction was now no longer his but the rose’s. He felt the only thing else he cared for was taken away from him.
The very next day, the butterfly woke up early. His wings were no more as colourful. He no more fluttered, but glided with minimum effort. He was in a state of depression. No honey could make his day anymore. He knew he had to see the flower again, which was all too much for him. He decided to remain still at the bush hidden from the rose. He hoped the rose would not notice his presence. However he realised it was impossible. By being too still, he somehow drew attention to himself. Even the rose noticed and reached him telepathically again. The butterfly wished he had snipped his antennaes off or rather not realised the tingling. The butterfly just said that he was feeling off colour in hope that no more questions were asked. He was wrong. But he acted it out and couldn’t wish more for the day to end any sooner.
During lunch, he realised he may have to be with the rose again. So, he decided to get something on the go and went to the circle to play with the other butterflies. He felt like it was home, and his colours started to reappear. He didn’t want to leave. But he knew he had to sooner or later. He delayed as much as he could. Back in the bush, the other resting spots were gone, save for one just beside the rose. He cursed his luck but he didn’t have a choice. He didn’t want to raise any suspicions from the bush community. The bush community doesn’t know about the whole story. So the butterfly wanted to keep it that way. While perching quietly, so many things played out in the butterfly’s mind. He was on the verge of a breakdown. The way the rose tried to act friendly only added fuel to flame. Also the new lion approached him about the next event. He was unaware he was still involved. But everything about the movement no longer mean anything to him. He felt he was overlooked and that he wouldn’t want to be a part of it anymore. He knew he had to keep everything intact. There was no way he was going to unfold his wings. His colours grew darker at each passing moment. He wondered if his vision were to grow dark as well. His eyes slowly teared up as he tried to fight the internal conflict valiantly. He was on his own. He couldn’t turn to anyone no more. He felt a sense of loneliness.
Pictures and thoughts flashed through his mind. He thought of why he was feeling this madness. He thought of how he tried to drown his misery before. He thought of how he tried to bury away the pain. He thought of the perfect picture of how he had an envisage life in the jungle would be. Then, he realised nothing was ever achieved. He still felt miserable. He still feel the pain. He still had feelings for the rose.
He still had feelings for the rose.
But that was something he realised he couldn’t express. He was out of options. Fortunately time was on his side. He left the bush, to dance with the other butterflies. The rose had forbade him to, but once again he defied the rose. He realised the only way he can live ‘happily’ was by living in a world of lies. He knew that if the rose loathed him once more, he can have a happily ever after life. He realised he can and should no longer let the rose know how he really feels for it. The butterfly is ready to begin life without the rose once again.
I had Mee Jawa with a frap for dinner just now... I think it was not too long before I felt an itch on my left thigh. Eczema.
I am still rather clueless what causes it... or rather what causes mine. I have eaten those before at the same place and had not encounter any problems. Although, it must be said that the Mee Jawa is a bit different than how I remember it last tasted.
It has been years since I last experience this itching itchies and scratchies. I had thought that I somehow had outgrown it, or my memory cells are brilliant enough already from past battles, if that is even possible. At the beginning, I thought it was just a dirt rash as I was out for the whole day, approximately more than 15 hours. So, it did not cross my mind that there was anything I should be concern about it.
WARNING - Science Content! .................................................................................................................................... Prawns, my allergen, my kryptonite. Too much of it and my immune system will go crazy. Firstly my bone marrow will form B cells which is activated in the presence of prawns. More and more antibodies type lgE will be secreted, which will trigger histamine (heparin etc) release from mast cells. ....................................................................................................................................................................
And so, to make it short, I now have bumpy, red, itchy spots over my body. I only hope my macrophages @ phagocytes @ pacman v2.0 are doing a good job.
Perhaps this video, besides being entertaining can share how our immune system works.
Normally, I wouldn't feel bad doing anything. I live by THE motto; No regrets, No perhaps, Just Do It.
But, Having a good reputation doesn't mean anything; if you can't feel good about yourself... if you know what you did was absolutely wrong...
You just have to accept that you are the catalyst; one which we can hope never to be available for use again; or one which has a low turnover rate; Perhaps sodium channel blockers may help against the pain. You are strong.
Supposed we can't finish our assignment or a 90 minutes exam on time. Firstly, we will be given a few minutes of injury time to finish our work. Injuries from what?? Well... finger cramps; hunger pangs; tired, droopy eyes (ptosis); severe-(too straight or hunched) back syndrome; restless legs, overstretched rubber neck; overworked brain and head trauma, etc. But the accumulation of each injury time is usually around 3 minutes only.
BUT be patient, if we still can't finish, we will be given 30 minutes of extra time! If that isn't enough, we will get free massages! I mean whose body isn't strained after 90 minutes of work. Also, if we can finish during this period, we will still get our deserved marks. We won't be penalised at all.
BUT if we still can't finish by then (how I wonder), it will be the lottery session. Either we pass with flying colours, or fail miserably. It depends on luck. Best of fives!
So, what you think of an exam system like this one?? Nothing to lose, only thing is that we will feel tired. And the lottery is quite an emotional, adrenaline-pumping thing which can go either way. BUT... if only...
Firstly, let me say that your solar steeds - Pyrios, Aeos, Aethon, and Phlegon - look as healthy... I mean as fiery as ever! And, your chariot; perfect! I know it's probably hard work keeping its shine and glitter when you have to reel the sun in everyday. How do you do it?
I wonder how you do this everyday since t=0, I mean for billions of years? What motivates you to do the same thing everyday?? Is it the cheese fondue? The pay is good? To answer our prayers? Is your son, Phaëton, taking over the business??
Actually I was wondering if you could tone down on the shine? Many of the folks down here appreciate the warmth and all, but I think we could do with a little less of the brightness.
It's not cheap to afford a good pair of shades... sunglasses anymore these days - you know the global credit crunch and all. Which brand do you use anyway? So for the rest of us who unwittedly stare continuously at you and your work, from dawn to dusk, yeah.. we are at risk of cataracts.
It's a horrible disease. Our eye lens will be clouded and we will experience tunnel vision. Soon, it won't be as easy to appreciate your good hard work anymore. So, help us a little ok? I know it's technically our fault for destroying the ozone layer to begin with. But I know, you won' let the UV rays debilitate and compromise our sight for the other finer things in life.
You know what Sylar remind me of??
He reminds me of a bacteria!!
