Saturday, March 22, 2014

RANT...ish

Watching a National Geographic show called "Men With Many Wives ( Aka Meet The Polygamists)" and I have to let this anger out somewhere.

Blood boiling does not even start to describe the wrath I feel towards polygamy. Especially polygamy justified on the grounds of religion. 1 man, 3 wives, 22 children and your eldest daughter who is only 18 years old have been "praying for over 2 years to God for a name or a sign of who I should marry", or something along those lines because I couldn't concentrate over the ringing of my bullshit alarm.

"In our faith...", no. Not your faith. Not your askewed religion that promotes polygamy. Not anything spiritual. No. The secular concept of polygamy is just another manifestation of the inherent selfish nature of humans, which I could give less fucks about if that is what you want. But using religion or faith as a ground to back your choice of polygamy? No. That is nothing more than a man made (literally) manipulative concept constructed to satiate your selfish desire for fucking multiple women, rationalised under the cloak of religion. Oh yeah and while you are at it, why not marry them too because your big ego couldn't stand the thought of them being with other men. The whole concept of justifying your wants using religion is stupid and cowardice. Using it as an excuse does not make it anymore socially accepting or morally rightous. Just admit that you enjoy having multiple wives because it satisfies your self-serving interests. Admit that you are willing to go against societal norms in exchange for the chance to practice your blatent disregard for self control. Most animals don't practice polygamy anyway! Just don't put yourself on an elevated ground as if you have got no choice because you are following your faith or whatever your religion wants you to do. Nobody asked you to do shit. Your uncontrollable libido and lack of restraint on the other hand? More likely.

Ooooh you have no idea how much I wanted to tell off the guy who complained about the hard graft he had to do to maintain financial stability and providing for his family of 3 wives and 7 kids. Just stick to the winning formula of raging hormonal frat boys: Condoms and easy girls. Don't go around marrying multiple people and start popping out kids irresponsibly if you know your sorry ass can't afford it.

Side note: Graft. My unhealthy relationship with trashy reality television in its latest form  - Geordie Shore. I am very much ashamed.

My thoughts are now scrambled after mentioning Geordie Shore. Just how low can a neckline go before its t-shirt/tank top card gets revoked? Double U necklines are almost an entry requirement for the boys. Not kidding.

Err...okay, very abrupt ending now because by scrambled I really meant disappear. Hahaha. Light ending to an angry rant?

Sunday, March 16, 2014

171

UFC 171 recap + a bunch of random stuff. Actually, I only managed to catch the last 2 fights so this is more like 2/9 of a recap. Also, my memory is shit so this is a summary of two-ninths of a summary.

Carlos Condit vs Tyrone Woodley
Carlos is probably one of the best looking fighters out there. But then again my perception isn't exactly mainstream so it might be debatable. And Woodley...wa piang Tyrone Woodley is a walking block of muscle la. A block of pure, dense, packed muscle. Have you seen his legs? Those quads are fucking unreal. Onto the fight!

Carlos ate 2 right ones straight off the bat, followed by takedowns by Woodley with Carlos' leg tucked in. Does my description make sense? Anyhow, I feel like that might have something to do with popping his knee later on. Ended the first round with a closely missed spinning back elbow from Woodley. A takedown into the second round later annnnnnd Carlos' knee/ACL/something in that knee area snapped. Tyrone kicked his left knee but his right knee gave out instead when he tried to land on it.

 
Weird takedown/knee

You can almost hear the heartbreaks in the crowds because everyone was rooting for Condit to win and nobody saw that coming la. SIGH. Can they label the fight "TKO (real talk it's just a really unfortunate knee injury so can we scrape this?)" instead of just TKO (leg injury) ? In the words of teenage boy lingo...shag. :(

Fight ended with a childish cameraman obstinately refusing to pan to Nick Diaz who was sitting beside Ronda Rousey, despite her leaning into and pointing towards him. In related Diaz brothers news, Nate Diaz and his #wackasshendrix hashtag on twitter. I loled.

Johny Hendricks vs Robbie Lawler
Home ground for Johny!

First round: A good combination of punches + knee early on by Lawler. Then let the clinch/lame takedowns ensue. Hendricks attempted several times but Lawler's takedown defense was super on point. Hendricks putting in the grind for the leg kicks.

Second round: Hendricks switched it up and threw a barrage of jabs/punches/kicks/knees.

Third + Fourth round: Lawler is on fire and his boxing game was strong as hell. Huge uppercut that boggled Hendricks' marbles for a bit. Hendricks was eating punches left right before he decided to dish some of it back but Lawler just took them all in with a smile on his face.



Fifth round: Leg kicks starting to pay off and Hendricks amps it up. Lawler ate a huge left hand from Hendricks followed by impeccable combination thrown + a leg kick and finished off with a (semi-successful?) takedown. Best takedown of all 5 rounds at least. Lawler shakes his head in disappointment when he saw that there is only 40 seconds left on the clock and Hendricks is still sitting on his clinched ass.
 


Result: Johny Hendricks is the new welterweight champion! Yaaaaaaasssss!

Side note: Someone in Lawler's camp had to take off their shirt because they couldn't find Robbie's original walkout shirt. What. Err...okay.

Side side note: Lawler has 烈 and 刑 tattooed on his body. Took me about 2.5 rounds to figure out these two Chinese characters because my proficiency in the language is only relevant when 1) I speak it and,
2) there are other Chinese characters beside it to refer and interpret from. Like if it was 酷刑, the 刑 would be easier for me to recognise. Having said that, all I can think of now is 烈奶. Lie4 nai3 means condensed milk right? Or is that a different lie4? 

Displaying my significantly worsened grasp of the Chinese language. Always a good way to end an incoherent post.

Following the incoherence, I haven't had a haircut in forever and my ponytails/buns are giving me a headache if I put my hair up for too long. Actually, the headaches could also just be the immediate effect of reading notes. Post-structuralism can go fuck itself.

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Arthur: We shouldn't get married... we have nothing in common. You love horses. I don't trust them. Their shoes are permanent. Who makes that kind of a commitment to a shoe?

Touche Arthur, touche.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

TWO

Two things I had to google this week because my internet lingo game is weak.

1. Bae/babs.
My contempt for these two terms endearment knows no bounds. When I see babs, all I can think of is that it's a shortened version of Barbara. And then an image of Barbara Walters would promptly appear...which of course as everyone knows, is the univesal image for proclaiming your love to your partner. Also, I feel like you need to be rolling deep in stacks of cash and flashy gold chains (plus appropriately owning a set of dimond grills) to be able to pull off "bae" without sounding stupid.

2. #wcw
Apparently it means "women crush Wednesday". I say apparently, because the first search result displayed on Google was "World Championship Wrestling", which I thought was some kind of new cruel term to mock fat people. It didn't make any sense to me because in which universe would Rihanna ever be considered fat? Following the theme of obscure acronyms, I also had to google #tbt and #ff sometime ago, which means "throwback Thursday" "follow Friday" respectively.

Sooooo...assigning specific events to individual weekdays is a thing now.

Few questions though: Is there a list of events that corresponds with every weekday? Are weekends included? Can the T in #tbt represent Tuesday also? Why the need for so many pointless and ridiculous acronyms?

The point is. I am very annoyed at pictures with a barrage of useless hashtags la.

The trigger point for this rant, if anyone is interested, is a picture with 22 hashtags. Twenty fucking two. I'm not on instagram often enough to know what the acceptable number of hashtags are, but 22 different labels on a social networking site that works on the basis of photo sharing seems like an overkill for self-validation to me.

A sample of the 22:


What. I can't even.

I hope that I'm not being some kind of hashtag prude and that this a legit annoyance. Or maybe I am, because hashtag prude would almost seem like a natural progression for internet lingo loser. Lolol.

Side note: This is probably the most times I have used # in a single sitting. More than when I try to update my shipping address and the Forever 21 website repeatedly crashes to erase everything that I have just typed.

I am not in the best of moods lately.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

READ

"...the need for survival requires state leaders to distance themselves from traditional morality, which attaches a positive value to caution, piety, and the greater good of humankind as a whole. Machiavelli argued that these principles were positively harmful if adhered to by the state leaders. It was imperative that state leaders learned a different kind of morality, not accorded with traditional Christian virtues but with political necessity and prudence."

Catching up on my readings, which is under the heading of "The timeless wisdom of Realism". I have my reservations over the words "timeless" and "wisdom". That, coupled with live updates on Crimea and yet another fun video of condoned violence against Pussy Riot in Russia makes for a really positive Saturday thus far. Not.

All I want to do is just browsing through JDS's instagram and look at his stinking cute face la.
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And his hot damn body, because who am I kidding, hahaha.

Time check: 10.03pm
Taking a break from revision and watching Case 39 on television. Never realised that Renee Zellweger's voice is actually quite annoying. 10.07pm now. Pretty sure that the kid will turn out to be some psychotic demon killer.

Time check: 12.22am
Okay demon child prediction was right. Whelp, there goes my sleep tonight. Can't a girl have some good old fashion demon in normal demon form and not some sadistic indestructible kid?

Time check: 2.57am
Readings are getting progressively harder to complete. Mostly because they leave me in a languid state of depression. Is there anything remotely uplifting about International Relations? I think not. Also, the smell of haze is growing prominent *shakes fist at Sumatra*. I foresee the commencement of the ever popular game amongst the serial complainists - blame the government (or has it already started?). Lol. To them I say, please read this. It is always easier to complain anyway.

Time check: 3.19am
It's approximately 40 minutes to mac's breakfast. An eternal temptation ever since I started studying through the night. I have been successful at abstaining from it so far, but hunger weakens the will and nothing good ever happens past 2am. Especially when it comes to food choices.

I wonder what is going through Gustafsson and Manuwa's minds right now. Definitely a solid match up and a really tough fight to call. EEEEEEEEK! (thats my squeal of excitement). Also, one more week to Hendricks vs Lawler! More squeals of excitement.
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Okay this post is getting too incoherent and long and boring.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

505



Stop and wait a sec,
When you look at me like that my darling what did you expect,
I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,
Or I did last time I checked

Not shy of a spark,
The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,
Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark,
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

A little old school monkeys because I have listened to AM to its absolute bones and I am less than 10 loops away from hating it.

Sike.

It is impossible to hate anything from this band, although Don't Sit Down Cause I've Moved Your Chair does come close.

Miles and Jamie though. And Matt. And Nick. And motherfucking Alex. So basically everyone in the video.

By the way, I have most definitely exceeded my 15-minutes long study break.

There is a reason for me being awake at this ungodly hour though, I have recently grown accustomed to studying through the night. Not quite sure if it's the brightest move body clock wise. The cup of coffee I had at 12am would probably concur.

I have a lot on my mind recently with little intention to share them. +5 cryptic points to me. Mostly because they are tiresome (or for one, infuriating) issues which I know the solution to and repeating them in detail would only serve to 1) waste my time and 2) waste other people's time. Also, I am always partial to the option of escapism when presented with one.

Feeling melancholic. Always a great way to end a grossly extended study break.

*always fun to realise a lyrical error after posting the entry.