Saturday, September 02, 2006
Forty-One
Apparently, we can trick our body into thinking it's morning by shining light on your knees. Or something like that.
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Here's an exerpt (or is it an extract?) from the book "Blame My Brain: the amazing teenage brain revealed".
"All parents were once perfect teenagers. Model humans. Never drank, swore, smoked, or lay bed all morning. They were completely in control of all their hormones. In fact, they never had any hormones at all. They were calm, always smiling, and incredibly polite to everyone around them.
All parents also have amnesia. That's why they believe the above paragraph.
They have airbrushed out the disgusting bits of their memories. The painful, greasy, smelly, angry, nasty bits. They will tell you the tidied their rooms and filed away the day's school work alphabetically before supper each evening. And if they've even
dreamt of swearing at anyone, they would have been forced to write 5 million times: "I have unquestioning respect for all people". Exams were harder and they were smarter because there were no videos/PlayStations/computers/internet in their day. They were all poor but happy. And on Christmas Day (ok lah, Hari Raya ah), their greatest joy was to play family charades. After writing their thank-you notes, of course. Vegetables? No, they didn't like them, but they always ate them and appreciated their traditional importance. Broccoli are character-building.
Oh, get real, I'd say. The Greek genius Aristotle taked about the strange behaviour of teenagers. And that was 2 500 years ago."
Aheheheheh.
I'm gonna be like that one day.
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5:11 PM
