Ice creams ice creams, two fo' the pair
Ice creams ice creams this is warfare
Pharell Williams, The Ice Cream Man
Pharell Williams, The Ice Cream Man
It's only proper that the earth spirit( Gaia, Mother Nature, whatever weirdass name Scientologists would call her by) be referred to as a female entity - because she is the bringer and sustainer of life..
And also one helluva temperamental flamin bitch.
Quick someone get that crazy woman some Chunky Monkey!
Hurricanes, typhoons, earthquakes, floods, draughts, famines, plagues....
Oh yeah and goddamn British weather.
Anyhoo, just the other day i thought i'd celebrate getting my body clock back in order by having a morning swim/gym before my afternoon lectures. What with the morning being warm and sunny i packed mosturizer la - nice nice mandi lepas workout, taroh my hair stuff and everything and was just heading out to lects...when it was raining outside like FUCK liddat. By British standards, that was a right and proper shower - some parts of town were even mildly flooded apparently.
Fast forward to today - the Tech Sci 2 lab report deadline is just days away and i'm still pussyfooting like fuck on it. Its now 5 am in the morning, and i'm bouncily lipsyncing to my Musicals playlist ( nope still not gay ) as i pen this entry. No matter how many things you think you've gotten out of the way of your work, something will always pop up like a freakin' whackamole for you to bash with the proverbial club that is your precious, lucid, productive time. You know you've got it bad when you've planned to procrastinate by blogging, and you don't even get to do THAT because you suddenly decide to wiki something totally random.
Today's rambling rant is brought to you by Elevated Crotch Temperatures Sdn.Bhd:
I'm sure we were all taught in basic biology that in most mammals the testes are kept outside of the body to maintain a lower , optimal temperature for the sperm. Which is fine, if you're a magnificent gazelle or cheetah or other quadruped running happily around the savannah, playing your part in the great circle of life while the wind cools your gonads.
Cheetah: "MMmm windy"
The males of our species dont have it so sweet tho, what with the whole concept of clothes ( 'specially underwear) and the fact that we sit around in the aforementioned clothes for a great deal of the day. And sitting with layers of fabric around your googlies with nothing but thighs for company lead to uncomfortable amounts of heat buildup. Even while you're moving around, the evil nature of cloth by which it shifts and flows, along with the heat necessitates some *adjustments* now and then. Failure to carry out the rearrangements discreetly and speedily can bring varied results from shocked stares to traffic accidents.
Its already canon that prolonged *hot packet* conditions can severely deteriorate sperm count and quality. Maybe thats why sarong clad fishermen sire so many more kids than Calvin-ed, suited execs hmn ( ignoring family planning the horrendous costs of raising and educating middle class-and above-children)?
You gotta wonder if everything had evolved differently. I'm sure a few little tweaks a few billion years ago woulda made sperm that happily swam around a body temperature, and we wouldn't hafta put up with our dangly bits (Well not THAT dangly bit). The female physique is so much better designed - its irritating how ova happily tolerate body temperatures while sperm don't.
But i guess when it comes to practicality, the sexes are kinda even. Women have bigger balls( a little higher, higher yep thats 'em) to constantly adjust and worry about( no i don't have all the time in the world to launch into a briefs/boxers vs panties/bra/lingerie/1000x more undergarments ramble) And a hysterectomy/tubectomy is just a darrrrn bit messier than a vasectomy no?
But getting back to clothes, i'm sure when our cro-mag forefathers fashioned nice furry clothes to drape over their bodies, it was more to not die from the freakin cold rather than to cover up their bits. Or maybe they realised they DO need to cover up their bits upon realising after a few hunting trips or *grunt grunt* fights over females or food that yes ,getting any kind of trauma there hurts. Screw sabretooth claws -
"When branch and twig flick Ug's happy stick Ug PAinNn "*points to crotch, mimes tears*
Obviously our 'nads have more than their fair share of receptors, so that you'd take better care of them to be able to procreate, and to enjoy the act of procreating . Biological directive and all. But you can be sure that physiological needs rather than shame or decorum were the first reasons for the covering of the crotch region in garments. Anthropologically i'd guess the evolution of more elaborate costuming came with the desire to display your prowess at resource acquiring and status in society. But thats another whole ramble.
But yeah, whatever. Even when i wear my kain pelikat at home i dont go commando, okay!
Back to less dangly things...
A few days back we were randomly lookin up some new watches , and actually learned what a minute repeater is - its a mechanism that is MUCH more complicated than a tourbillon that can be used to emit distinct chimes for hours and minutes, enabling the wearer of the watch to tell the time by sound alone. Here's a video of how one works - be sure to turn the sound up. Match the sound to the time on the watch and i'm sure you'll get how it works.
You can give all the gold, platinum and diamonds to the rappers and the tasteless nouveau riche. I'm sure being an engineer has a little bit to do with me being obsessed with the most intricate and beautiful mechanical movements.
Its so fuckin cool.
As with every other accessory or item of clothing i see, when i see something i like on first sight, its bound to be juuuust tad out of budget.
Gourgeous isnt it? In this case out of budget would be putting it mildly. More like stupidly crushingly off the hook goddamned tak ingat dunia expensive. You gotta pay through your bloody nose for the workmanship and rarity of these things. These bitches cost 800k Swiss francs each ( about 2.5mil RM), and they're only making 3 a year - there's already a waiting list of 17 . Vacheron & Constantin repeaters start at 300k USD. The simple non-calendar ones.
Even IWC repeaters start at 40k USD. Sigh, selling a kidney would probably get me the box and the warranty tag. I considered selling my soul, but i think i might already have done so for some frivolous thing when i was smaller and i cant find the receipt. Feh- doubt it'll fetch much more either. Its gonna be a while before i can hear the sweet , tinny mechanical gongs on my hand.
On a literary/timewasting note, i've just trolled upon a frickin sweet online comic - Questionable Content.Been spending the last few days reading the strips all the way from #1. The art is nice, but the real killer is the central storyline of the comic. Drama giler sehhh the love triangle. Also, its a very witty, snarky comic - some of the lines are just classic! They poke fun at everything from music, movies, pop culture,art, books, religion, computer games, EVERYTHING! I loveitloveitloveitloveit. Seriously, its worth going through the 600+ strips. GooooooOO!!
And now, with blogging done, there is nothing else to procrastinate on! I can finally get back to WORK!!
*schniff schniff* omgomg the muffins !!
And also one helluva temperamental flamin bitch.
Quick someone get that crazy woman some Chunky Monkey!Hurricanes, typhoons, earthquakes, floods, draughts, famines, plagues....
Oh yeah and goddamn British weather.
Anyhoo, just the other day i thought i'd celebrate getting my body clock back in order by having a morning swim/gym before my afternoon lectures. What with the morning being warm and sunny i packed mosturizer la - nice nice mandi lepas workout, taroh my hair stuff and everything and was just heading out to lects...when it was raining outside like FUCK liddat. By British standards, that was a right and proper shower - some parts of town were even mildly flooded apparently.
*Shake-dries himself like a wet dog*
Fast forward to today - the Tech Sci 2 lab report deadline is just days away and i'm still pussyfooting like fuck on it. Its now 5 am in the morning, and i'm bouncily lipsyncing to my Musicals playlist ( nope still not gay ) as i pen this entry. No matter how many things you think you've gotten out of the way of your work, something will always pop up like a freakin' whackamole for you to bash with the proverbial club that is your precious, lucid, productive time. You know you've got it bad when you've planned to procrastinate by blogging, and you don't even get to do THAT because you suddenly decide to wiki something totally random.
Today's rambling rant is brought to you by Elevated Crotch Temperatures Sdn.Bhd:
Them 'nads, them balls..
I'm sure we were all taught in basic biology that in most mammals the testes are kept outside of the body to maintain a lower , optimal temperature for the sperm. Which is fine, if you're a magnificent gazelle or cheetah or other quadruped running happily around the savannah, playing your part in the great circle of life while the wind cools your gonads.
Cheetah: "MMmm windy"The males of our species dont have it so sweet tho, what with the whole concept of clothes ( 'specially underwear) and the fact that we sit around in the aforementioned clothes for a great deal of the day. And sitting with layers of fabric around your googlies with nothing but thighs for company lead to uncomfortable amounts of heat buildup. Even while you're moving around, the evil nature of cloth by which it shifts and flows, along with the heat necessitates some *adjustments* now and then. Failure to carry out the rearrangements discreetly and speedily can bring varied results from shocked stares to traffic accidents.
Its already canon that prolonged *hot packet* conditions can severely deteriorate sperm count and quality. Maybe thats why sarong clad fishermen sire so many more kids than Calvin-ed, suited execs hmn ( ignoring family planning the horrendous costs of raising and educating middle class-and above-children)?
You gotta wonder if everything had evolved differently. I'm sure a few little tweaks a few billion years ago woulda made sperm that happily swam around a body temperature, and we wouldn't hafta put up with our dangly bits (Well not THAT dangly bit). The female physique is so much better designed - its irritating how ova happily tolerate body temperatures while sperm don't.
But i guess when it comes to practicality, the sexes are kinda even. Women have bigger balls( a little higher, higher yep thats 'em) to constantly adjust and worry about( no i don't have all the time in the world to launch into a briefs/boxers vs panties/bra/lingerie/1000x more undergarments ramble) And a hysterectomy/tubectomy is just a darrrrn bit messier than a vasectomy no?
But getting back to clothes, i'm sure when our cro-mag forefathers fashioned nice furry clothes to drape over their bodies, it was more to not die from the freakin cold rather than to cover up their bits. Or maybe they realised they DO need to cover up their bits upon realising after a few hunting trips or *grunt grunt* fights over females or food that yes ,getting any kind of trauma there hurts. Screw sabretooth claws -
"When branch and twig flick Ug's happy stick Ug PAinNn "*points to crotch, mimes tears*
Obviously our 'nads have more than their fair share of receptors, so that you'd take better care of them to be able to procreate, and to enjoy the act of procreating . Biological directive and all. But you can be sure that physiological needs rather than shame or decorum were the first reasons for the covering of the crotch region in garments. Anthropologically i'd guess the evolution of more elaborate costuming came with the desire to display your prowess at resource acquiring and status in society. But thats another whole ramble.
But yeah, whatever. Even when i wear my kain pelikat at home i dont go commando, okay!
Back to less dangly things...
A few days back we were randomly lookin up some new watches , and actually learned what a minute repeater is - its a mechanism that is MUCH more complicated than a tourbillon that can be used to emit distinct chimes for hours and minutes, enabling the wearer of the watch to tell the time by sound alone. Here's a video of how one works - be sure to turn the sound up. Match the sound to the time on the watch and i'm sure you'll get how it works.
You can give all the gold, platinum and diamonds to the rappers and the tasteless nouveau riche. I'm sure being an engineer has a little bit to do with me being obsessed with the most intricate and beautiful mechanical movements.
Its so fuckin cool.
As with every other accessory or item of clothing i see, when i see something i like on first sight, its bound to be juuuust tad out of budget.
Gourgeous isnt it? In this case out of budget would be putting it mildly. More like stupidly crushingly off the hook goddamned tak ingat dunia expensive. You gotta pay through your bloody nose for the workmanship and rarity of these things. These bitches cost 800k Swiss francs each ( about 2.5mil RM), and they're only making 3 a year - there's already a waiting list of 17 . Vacheron & Constantin repeaters start at 300k USD. The simple non-calendar ones.
Even IWC repeaters start at 40k USD. Sigh, selling a kidney would probably get me the box and the warranty tag. I considered selling my soul, but i think i might already have done so for some frivolous thing when i was smaller and i cant find the receipt. Feh- doubt it'll fetch much more either. Its gonna be a while before i can hear the sweet , tinny mechanical gongs on my hand.
On a literary/timewasting note, i've just trolled upon a frickin sweet online comic - Questionable Content.Been spending the last few days reading the strips all the way from #1. The art is nice, but the real killer is the central storyline of the comic. Drama giler sehhh the love triangle. Also, its a very witty, snarky comic - some of the lines are just classic! They poke fun at everything from music, movies, pop culture,art, books, religion, computer games, EVERYTHING! I loveitloveitloveitloveit. Seriously, its worth going through the 600+ strips. GooooooOO!!
And now, with blogging done, there is nothing else to procrastinate on! I can finally get back to WORK!!
*schniff schniff* omgomg the muffins !!
"i feel unsafe without my titanium panda" - Lu
To err is human. To be able to strike down those who err against you with
lightning and brimstone is divine.
lightning and brimstone is divine.
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