Why We Love Beer

There's a good Van Morrison song (Hey, are there any bad ones? A couple, yeah) called "Got to Go Back" in which the Celtic belter sings:

Keep me away from porter or whiskey
Don't play anything sentimental, it'll make me cry

Van the Man is singing about his N-methyl-D-aspartic acid receptors, though we suspect he doesn't know it. NMDA receptors are part of the brain's system of neurons and synapses, and they relate to memory.

In other words, beer helps memory.
Scientist performed experiment with rats and found that they remembered things better after a couple of beers (the rats, not the scientist)
http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?chanID=sa007&articleID=439863EB-E7F2-99DF-3FE0A7665EBFA7A3&pageNumber=1&catID=1

Previous research had found a correlation between alcohol consumption and the performance of the receptors. So, as only a scientist could put it, "We thought it was worth pursuing, since ethanol drinking is such a common pattern of human behavior."

Alcohol's effect on those receptors may explain why you think of her (you know who) after a couple of pints. Or why Red Sox fans, after a few, relive dark moments involving the Yankees.

One of the scientists says that drinking to drown your sorrows "could actually paradoxically promote traumatic memories and lead to further drinking, contributing to the development of alcoholism."

There's your early-warning system. When you start reminiscing, you've had enough.

Little Talk: I miss that smile. A smile of unpretentious soul. And it's only a week of not seeing her.. Overall I can sense that the chemistry is running low in a rapid speed. She seems to be slipping away; a gap could actually be seen. Distance? Time? Not showing enough? No idea at all. Heaven knows. =)

It was a fulfilling day yesterday and also a memorable one. With Leena's belated birthday party and David leaving for Sheffield,UK to further his studies, the night was a total blast overall. From Leena's place to the airport and then to Sunway for a session of sheesha but all the shops were closed and headed back to Asia Cafe for a chill out session with How Keat, another belated birthday boy whom I'm suppose to accompany him to Laundry Bar yesterday.

This would sum up for the holiday this time and hell is awaiting... I'm worshipping Satan for a blessing. My angels simply do not gave me the strength and courage I needed to get through this stage.. I gave up on you. It was never You, It was Me.. I'm too dependable on you and did not take the initiative to stand up by myself and walk through that dark phase, instead you provided me with a light and lifted me up with your fairy dust. I took those fairy dust for granted to fulfill my dark desires. I'm sorry..........

I could not ask for more than this time together,
I could not ask for more time to be with you,
Every prayer has been answered ,
Every dream has come true,
And right here in this moment I smile when I get reminded of your smile.
Yes, it is U.
My Shooting Star.............

Why We Stare

We know why we stare at beautiful women, right?

Because they're beautiful, that's why. And it makes us feel good, and gives us ideas, and gives rise to fantasies that lift us above our humdrum lives.

And there's probably some caveman mentality going on there, too—we're always looking to procreate and spread our, well, seed among the most promising candidates we see.

It takes about half a second for a heterosexual man or woman to lock onto a hot member of the opposite sex.

It's called "attentional adhesion." As in, "Sorry, honey, I'm just suffering from attentional adhesion, but I'm almost over it. That Claritin helped."

A professor at Florida State took a long look at this phenomenon and found some startling facts.
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/09/070917112220.htm

Among them: Once we're in a committed relationship, we're just as likely to stare at attractive men as at attractive women. Why? We view them as rivals, says Jon Maner, Ph.D.

"Men tend to be most concerned with other men being more dominant, funny, or charismatic than they are. When they're feeling jealous, men are attentive to attractive men because they think their girlfriend or wife may be too," he says.

Maner says our radar has evolved over the eons so that we can quickly size up potential mates and potential rivals.

One modern-day drawback: Advertising, magazines and movies and TV know how much we like to look at beautiful women. So our standards have become artificially high.

"It can make us feel bad and can hurt our commitment to our partner," he says. "One strategy is to pay attention to normal-looking people because that may give us a more realistic standard of beauty and make us feel better about ourselves and our relationships."

-study was published in the journal of Personality And Social Psychology-

LITTLE TALK: I'm drench in pain again.. Mysteriously when she is not around I feel uneasy someway. Felt as if something is missing or incomplete for the day.

A2 trial is done and 2 weeks of holidays for all CAL students and after that would be hell when the classes start again.

A recap of the after-trial event when I should be worried than celebrating. We went over to Maison,KL for a night out to destress ourselves after all those sleepless nights reading up those blood coughing subjects that will give you an entire day of headache upon thinking about it.

Everything turn out quite well except for the part waiting for Nigel and our liquor got stolen when we left the table unattended for a few minutes. And also I ter-knock my car on the bumper. Thank God no cracks on it otherwise deep shit. Mom lectured me a lil about going to KL and not informing Dad that I'm going to be back late which left him waiting till 3am. Eventually I got the 'screwing' in the phone when he was drunk...

Here are some pictures of the night, most of it are blur except for these :

~Pei Ling & =)~

~Nigel & Pei Ling~

~Pei Ling & Derren~

~Nigel, S.Ling, P.Ling & Me (Derren was the cameraman)~

Extra class for Law tomorrow... CRAP!!!

Constantly reminding myself that feathers from different birds will not flock together...

Gotta get myself back to groove...

-end-

He sat on a stone, and allowed himself to become hypnotized by the horizon. He tried to deal with the concept of love as distinct from possession, and couldn't separate them. But she was a woman of the desert, and if anything could help him to understand, it was the desert.

And he sat there thinking, he sensed movement above him. Looking up, he saw a pair of hawks flying high in the sky. He watched the hawks as they drifted on the wind. Although their flight appeared to have no pattern, it made a certain kind of sense to the boy. It was just that he couldn't grasp what it meant. He followed the movement of the birds, trying to read something into it. Maybe these desert birds could explain to him the meaning of love without ownership.

He felt sleepy. In his heart, he wanted to remain awake, but he also wanted to sleep. "I'm learning the Language of the World, and everything in the world is beginning to make sense to me.... even the flight of the hawks," he said to himself. And, in that mood, he was grateful to be in love. When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought..........

-The Alchemist-

Never Want To Let Go

I'm very grateful and thankful that YOU actually send me a blessing to guide me through this path of my life when everything is fragmented, and on the same time I took those blessings for granted and eventually now I'm dependent on it and never want to let it go for a better course.

But I'm constantly trying to let it go because I knew I don't deserve a beautiful blessing like this but eventually I just can't resist temptation. My inner self have been constantly telling me that she belongs to someone better. Someone that could give her a better living, a better life, a better love.

I have lost the courage to love,
I lose faith in myself.
I fear of losing her in the process.
I lost my confidence due to those past failures. I have been on the losing side and I already got used to it and now those feelings which has already been burried for a year wants resurrection which I'm not able to provide....

I'm not the person I used to be last time, how am I suppose to give the best of me and look after you..

I wish I have never travelled on this journey if I knew the destination would end up in this way. I wish for a perpetuation of time ; a journey that has no ending to it. And again nothing is eternal. Every happy thing will need to come to an end. 1 month counting and everything will all just be a dream again..