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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Mugging these few days has been nothing short of depressing. Try as I may, I just cant seem to get the huge-ass load of information into my puny brain. And Im not even finished with the humongous pile of notes yet. Sighs.

Anyway, I just realised that having lived directly opposite a mentally ill neighbour for a good 10 years of my life, I did not really know exactly what kind of mental illness she was suffering from. She's always screaming, wailing, shouting, banging, hitting, scolding and what not. But I have yet to see for myself exactly what happens during these incidents. Yesterday was the first time I witnessed her mental illness in action.

I was at the balcony when it happened. My staring-out-at-sea-mind-clearing session was abruptly brought to an end when she started screaming at the top of her lungs yet again. Picture a typical scene in "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". Yes, her face was that constipated. Then just as I was about to go back into the house, her mood just swung 180 degrees! She started crying super pitifully, even kneeling down at one point. Starting to get curious about her behaviour, I hung around the balcony. And oh my, was I in for a shock. Just seconds after she broke down and cried, she stood up very quickly and started scolding vulgarities and asking someone to keep quiet. As this went on for a few cycles. I was hit by the truth about her behaviour. She has split personalities. All this time, she had been holding a conversation, or fight, with herself! OMG. I was super shocked can! and disturbed, nontheless. Hmm.

Anyway, just found out that, amongst the many other things involved in the chemical contamination, the Dutch Lady strawberry milk is contaminated! Shit. And the newspaper had to use words like "potentially fatal" in their reports. Thanks ahh! >.< Sorry to those people I offered it to! So far I only remember Shiling. Hmm. Along with the report was this interesting diagram of the blame game regarding the parties involved.



What comes to mind when you see the diagram? Okay, other than the stupid idea that Gorden is blaming himself for something.

More often than not, the flow of blame eventually ends up on the parties that have little or no capabilities or knowledge to defend themselves. Im not saying that the farmers are sure to be innocent. For all you may know, they may have been the ones that had caused this whole fiasco with their smart ideas. But the point here is that the way the society operates often results in the weak being bullied. And somehow, I dont think this will change anytime soon.

If Im typing rather incoherently, I beg for your forgiveness. After drowning myself in Computing for the past 2 days, Im afraid I now think too much like the computer. Snippets of computing information are popping up in my brain more than anything else. I have an uncontrollable case of unwanted random access problem. And im afraid it'd be difficult for you to understand me. Well, at least not without and Operating System that is.





"Soon, silence will have passed into legend. Man has sturned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, comtemplation, meditation." - Jean Arp

Alone in darkness at
7:54 PM


Doomsday




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