As mentioned, it's after the exams now... I'm moving the blog. This is my new address:
http://silverlined.multiply.com
Feel free to link the new site. =)
Email/MSN/SMS me for a personal invite to the private entries.
Will miss this space.
http://silverlined.multiply.com
Feel free to link the new site. =)
Email/MSN/SMS me for a personal invite to the private entries.
Will miss this space.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Saturday, May 07, 2005 |
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Most parents would deny it, but Canadian researchers have found that physical attractiveness affects how children are treated, according to a report Tuesday in The New York Times.
Researchers at the University of Alberta in Edmonton watched how parents interacted with their children while shopping in supermarkets and found that so-called ugly ones were more neglected and allowed to engage in potentially dangerous behavior.
The team lead by Dr. W. Andrew Harrell, executive director of the Population Research Laboratory, followed more than 400 parents and their 2-to-5-year-old children around 14 Canadian grocery stores, noting whether the adults strapped their youngsters into the grocery cart seat, the newspaper reports.
Researchers also observed how often the child wandered more than 10 feet away and whether the kids were allowed to engage in risky behaviors such as standing up in the shopping cart.
The children's attractiveness was rated on a 10-point scale by the research team.
Best genetic material?
The differences were striking. The researchers found that 1.2 percent of the homely children were buckled into the shopping cart, compared with 13.3 percent of the prettiest ones. When a man was in charge of shopping, none of the unattractive children were strapped into the carts, while 12.5 percent of the cute children were.
Less attractive children were also allowed to wander further away and were out of sight of their parents more often.
Age played a factor as well. Younger children were more likely to be secured and older adults were more lax about letting kids wander out of sight.
The researchers speculated that Darwinian behavior was responsible for the parents' actions. Pretty children represent the best genetic material and, therefore, get more attention, the researchers hypothesized.
Other experts disagreed, saying that there's no evolutionary reason for parents to favor pretty children over less attractive ones, the newspaper reported.
© 2005 MSNBC Interactive
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Dun blame your parents if u're ugly. They don't like you too.
Researchers at the University of Alberta in Edmonton watched how parents interacted with their children while shopping in supermarkets and found that so-called ugly ones were more neglected and allowed to engage in potentially dangerous behavior.
The team lead by Dr. W. Andrew Harrell, executive director of the Population Research Laboratory, followed more than 400 parents and their 2-to-5-year-old children around 14 Canadian grocery stores, noting whether the adults strapped their youngsters into the grocery cart seat, the newspaper reports.
Researchers also observed how often the child wandered more than 10 feet away and whether the kids were allowed to engage in risky behaviors such as standing up in the shopping cart.
The children's attractiveness was rated on a 10-point scale by the research team.
Best genetic material?
The differences were striking. The researchers found that 1.2 percent of the homely children were buckled into the shopping cart, compared with 13.3 percent of the prettiest ones. When a man was in charge of shopping, none of the unattractive children were strapped into the carts, while 12.5 percent of the cute children were.
Less attractive children were also allowed to wander further away and were out of sight of their parents more often.
Age played a factor as well. Younger children were more likely to be secured and older adults were more lax about letting kids wander out of sight.
The researchers speculated that Darwinian behavior was responsible for the parents' actions. Pretty children represent the best genetic material and, therefore, get more attention, the researchers hypothesized.
Other experts disagreed, saying that there's no evolutionary reason for parents to favor pretty children over less attractive ones, the newspaper reported.
© 2005 MSNBC Interactive
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Dun blame your parents if u're ugly. They don't like you too.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Saturday, May 07, 2005 |
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sssh...
Nobody likes whiners.
Nobody likes whiners.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Friday, May 06, 2005 |
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Oh phuck! I should have at least tried!
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, May 04, 2005 |
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http://postsecret.blogspot.com
This is really interesting.
But I still think my blog is better.
I let you in on all my secrets.
The site just shows more...of the hidden.
This is really interesting.
But I still think my blog is better.
I let you in on all my secrets.
The site just shows more...of the hidden.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, May 04, 2005 |
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Sometimes I think I’m too exciting for myself.
Nah, I’m not referring to that mundane existence that is conventionally termed my life. (How could I be pretentious when I am ever so aware of my limitations?) I refer to the myriad of emotional ups and downs that my psychological state of mind puts me through, which seriously alarms me at times.
I move from neutral to bad to better and swing onto something bad again. After which, I’ll mull on it a little and draw some conclusion, quite sure that the subconscious is sending out a coherent message to me, usually something negative about yours truly.
And then I wonder if I’m too hard on myself or if I really am so screwed up. Assuming the later, then am I screwed up coz I am either inherently so (living in the fallen world and all) or that individuals around me either benevolently or maliciously mess up my mind. Ah!
So many questions and no answers.
But well… what’s new? As usual, my own tirade is getting frustrating. Really, the fact that one can get extremely pissed off and disgusted at one’s emotional journey is quite a feat I would say. *tadah!* When the evening star sets i.e. at the end of the day, I would really like to discover some tried and tested, fool-proof solution to attain the elusive state of “zen” that since ages long ago, when giants roamed the land, when men could speak to animals (blah blah) that heroes from lands afar have sought.
Ah, but you see, I have gone around the bush or the Indian palm tree without illuminating my point. On a digressive digression, sidetracking is above par the best way to (what else?) distract your mind. I swear my mind has a mind of its own! It’s so easily susceptible to the mind games! The worse thing being, it plays with itself! ARGH!
I have a film paper at 5pm later. I have NOT completed watching all the films. I have NOT read all the readings. I have NOT read the textbook chapters. I have NO idea why I’m typing this instead. *boo hoo hoo*
This is crazy. Yesterday, I was super stressed bout the paper coz all the other people taking the module seem to be some aspiring film critic or something. Even though I guessed some of what they say might be all style and no substance, it totally freaked me out. So this morning, I made XX calculate my CAP for me and took comfort in the fact that I can score 2.25 (bout a C average) and still maintain my 2nd lower. Which in a way was liberating and comforting coz it takes away all expectations to do well… fatalistic and pathetic it might be as a reason.
But as I was just wandering about the vast sea of library shelves, I thought bout my conversation with XX: That in essence, that there are things which I regret not coz I feel very strongly about it, nor coz I think I made a mistake but more due to an awareness that I never made an effort to fight for it…I did not bother to try. It struck this chord in my heart, stirring up certain dregs in my memory that on retrospect, fit together.
Retrospect… it makes sages out of fools.
It all falls into place suddenly. The regret that surfaces every once in a while these days and the seeming resignation to not doing well for my paper all points to the fact that yea, I do have things too easy in life.
You know why? It is not because I have not faced difficulties and adversities. I have. But I think a large part of me refuses to fight battles that I can’t win. That ugly competitiveness rears its head letting out this roar of victory that is not within the pitch-range of my ears is at it again.
If I can’t win you, I would rather not want you. In this way, I would never lose. Never have to face the humiliation of failure. Never have to risk my efforts nor my heart. Never have to have the fact that I’m not good enough spat in my face.
I disqualify myself.
In the calm of the ravaged battlefield, I stand victorious against losing, drafted into the camp of quitters.
Nah, I’m not referring to that mundane existence that is conventionally termed my life. (How could I be pretentious when I am ever so aware of my limitations?) I refer to the myriad of emotional ups and downs that my psychological state of mind puts me through, which seriously alarms me at times.
I move from neutral to bad to better and swing onto something bad again. After which, I’ll mull on it a little and draw some conclusion, quite sure that the subconscious is sending out a coherent message to me, usually something negative about yours truly.
And then I wonder if I’m too hard on myself or if I really am so screwed up. Assuming the later, then am I screwed up coz I am either inherently so (living in the fallen world and all) or that individuals around me either benevolently or maliciously mess up my mind. Ah!
So many questions and no answers.
But well… what’s new? As usual, my own tirade is getting frustrating. Really, the fact that one can get extremely pissed off and disgusted at one’s emotional journey is quite a feat I would say. *tadah!* When the evening star sets i.e. at the end of the day, I would really like to discover some tried and tested, fool-proof solution to attain the elusive state of “zen” that since ages long ago, when giants roamed the land, when men could speak to animals (blah blah) that heroes from lands afar have sought.
Ah, but you see, I have gone around the bush or the Indian palm tree without illuminating my point. On a digressive digression, sidetracking is above par the best way to (what else?) distract your mind. I swear my mind has a mind of its own! It’s so easily susceptible to the mind games! The worse thing being, it plays with itself! ARGH!
I have a film paper at 5pm later. I have NOT completed watching all the films. I have NOT read all the readings. I have NOT read the textbook chapters. I have NO idea why I’m typing this instead. *boo hoo hoo*
This is crazy. Yesterday, I was super stressed bout the paper coz all the other people taking the module seem to be some aspiring film critic or something. Even though I guessed some of what they say might be all style and no substance, it totally freaked me out. So this morning, I made XX calculate my CAP for me and took comfort in the fact that I can score 2.25 (bout a C average) and still maintain my 2nd lower. Which in a way was liberating and comforting coz it takes away all expectations to do well… fatalistic and pathetic it might be as a reason.
But as I was just wandering about the vast sea of library shelves, I thought bout my conversation with XX: That in essence, that there are things which I regret not coz I feel very strongly about it, nor coz I think I made a mistake but more due to an awareness that I never made an effort to fight for it…I did not bother to try. It struck this chord in my heart, stirring up certain dregs in my memory that on retrospect, fit together.
Retrospect… it makes sages out of fools.
It all falls into place suddenly. The regret that surfaces every once in a while these days and the seeming resignation to not doing well for my paper all points to the fact that yea, I do have things too easy in life.
You know why? It is not because I have not faced difficulties and adversities. I have. But I think a large part of me refuses to fight battles that I can’t win. That ugly competitiveness rears its head letting out this roar of victory that is not within the pitch-range of my ears is at it again.
If I can’t win you, I would rather not want you. In this way, I would never lose. Never have to face the humiliation of failure. Never have to risk my efforts nor my heart. Never have to have the fact that I’m not good enough spat in my face.
I disqualify myself.
In the calm of the ravaged battlefield, I stand victorious against losing, drafted into the camp of quitters.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, May 04, 2005 |
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Your Fashion Style is TrendyYou love fashion and live to shop And keeping up with the lastet trends is what you love best You know what's in, out, about to be in, and about to be out You love to dress your friends and would make a killer celebrity stylist What's Your Fashion Style? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance. |  |
Makeover anyone? I would so love to go shopping for someone willing to try on clothes!
Shopping. Shopping. Shopping. Shopping... *chants*
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, May 01, 2005 |
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