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  • music & the mind

    Virgil Griffith collected the ‘Favourite Music’ data of Facebook users from different US colleges, matched their corresponding genres to SAT scores and charted the link between music preference and intelligence. His findings are recorded below:

    Quite a novel idea, but of course largely unscientific. His results are limitedly accurate (and quite haphazardly patterned as you can tell la), but I guess as an amateur attempt it does provide a rough overview of the kind of music you’re likely to listen according to your educational background.

    I say educational background and not intelligence because,

    1) SATs cannot best determine intelligence. And neither does most major exams for that matter but yeah whatevs. If you receive good education you’re likely to be well-prepped for SATs.

    2) People of higher educational background socialize in circles where originality is prized so they tend to seek out more exclusive music, expanding their musical scope and are therefore more inclined to listen to ‘Alternative’ or ‘Indie’ or whatever else you call it. It is not that the less intelligent cannot appreciate these music. It is merely that they are not exposed to it.

    So yes, not intelligence. Probably education.

    Disregarding the above practical limitations, using personal experience I’ve established another hypothesis for this whole music/intelligence theory.

    Hypothesis: Different music are not exclusive to different level of intelligence but rather, different TYPES mental faculties (i.e. physical, logical, emotional, social, creative, musical).

    Let’s just assume I’m of just average intelligence (which I am not. Which is a pity because if I were of dumber I’ll provide a more balanced test subject. The perils of smartitude are boundless. Regardless.)

    My music preference – by that meaning music I enjoy more so than others – ranges from T.I (0916) to Justin Timberlake to Modest Mouse to RHCP to Beatles and to Sufjan freaking Stevens all the way to Beethoven (though granted I listen to him only when I’m doing math or in the toilet).

    A graphic aid:

    SATs are based largely on logical, and somewhat creative abilities of a person. The ones who excel for SATs are logical, adept at solving mathematical sums and mentally summarising information and/or conduct mini science experiments in their head during the period of examination. We naturally bridge that with the ‘highest scoring’ music by Beethoven.

    The frequency, tone, nuances, pitch, and whatever other musical thingamajiga of Beethoven sends out alpha waves that happen to stimulate the red part of the brain that specializes in logical thinking.

    Along these lines, apply a similar theory to all other aspects of intelligence to the appropriate mental faculty.

    Physical has the least contribution to SAT scores, therefore shunted to the lowest end of the spectrum, casually assumed as the ‘dumb people’ music. Although I would agree that Lil’ Wayne does indeed induce a kind of migraine in me that resembles a severe massacre of braincells (and thereby landing first place in stupidlandofmusic), he is an accurate exception to the otherwise misperceived music of the ‘dumb’ category.

    What does Beyonce, Ludacris, and T.I have in common besides their ridiculous stage names? Yes, they are all under the umbrella term of ‘Hip hop’, and all rank low on the SATs score measure. Besides that, they have significant thumping rhythms more commonly known as ‘sick beats’. This quality as we all know often excite people into dancing, evident with it’s popularity in dance clubs. The term ‘Hip hop’ is double used as the dance genre.

    What does all that tell us? That such music stimulates nerves that involve physical movement.

    Although unscientific, my proposition is highly probable. It possibly makes more sense than the whole intelligence with SAT scores thing. Of course, it’s merely a proposition and limited in a sense that I am the only reference in the entire hypothesis. Meaning all the assumptions based on education, intelligence, multiple mental talents and musical preference are drawn from me.

    For those who are more observant, or perhaps ardent listeners to Beethoven and therefore able to quickly make logical conclusions, you have perhaps already determined what the hypothesis should be modified into in order to promote further accuracy to the cause.

    This modified and more accurate hypothesis shall end my post for today.

    Hypothesis that is very probably true: Based on her music preference and range, Weiqing is talented in all fields of the human capabilities.

    The end.

    March 5, 2011

  • RUN AND TELL THAT

    HARROW MY BABIES.

    I’m not dead neither am I emo nemo. I’ve just been.. preoccupied.

    Who am I kidding? I just prefer sleep to cyber-surfing now that I am a jaded, osteoporos-y eighteen year old senior citizen. Seriously I might be having some form of old-age life crisis right now. ANYHUZ back to my not very eventful life. We’re watching Emily of Emerald Hill tomorrow, a preview:

    YUP. The version staged by Margaret Chan last year was amazing. Well, besides the fact that there were two homosexuals canoodling away beside me in the dark NOT that I’m homophobic but THIGH RUBBING? really, now? really?

    SO YES I have high expectations for tomorrow and IT’S IVAN HENG HE IS CROSS-DRESSING. This is not a confession but I’m always very fascinated by cross-dressing.

    Am feeling a little odd fish right now, just recovered from a long, long nap and a reading of Wide Sargasso Sea. That itself qualifies me for very strange thoughts and behaviour. So yes I’m very disorientated.

    I WILL B BAQ SOON PROMIX!

    

    March 2, 2011

  • How quick life moves when you’re eighteen.

    Just three hours ago, there was I, lying in bed – thoroughly broken. It’s just everything that’s been happening and PMS and trying so hard to tell myself I’m not unhappy.

    It’s a little early, but #12 – When you’re unhappy, admit it.

    I hadn’t felt so miserable in about a year. Basically, I couldn’t stop thinking about how God IS real – but for everyone else but me.

    It’s hard to explain, but I have seen Him at work, sometimes through me – so I believe in him. But somehow, I’ve always felt that he has never helped ME much. At least not in any significant or evident way.

    Now I think it’s probably I don’t need that kind of help. Well, not yet.

    So I was lying in bed pretending to sleep while my family took turns trying to get me to talk. After awhile they left me alone. I was just crying and crying and wondering why God was there for everyone except me.

    And then I thought – k screw this. Maybe he isn’t even real after all. At least not in my life. Yeah and I kept trying to convince myself that, but somehow in me I couldn’t believe He did not exist.

    Which is kinda special right? I mean, usually people who want to force themselves into believing but inside there seeds a doubt. I never knew I was capable of so deep belief so that’s great I guess.

    Anyways, I was really upset. Yknw, I’ll probably call it heartbreak. The kind of feeling where someone you love so much, and trust so much, probably more than anyone else in the world – isn’t there when you need him the most. You KNOW he can, but he doesn’t.

    What does that show? So I thought, if you care then show me a sign.

    It didn’t seem very obvious to me at that point of time, but after more weeping silently in bed and generally angst against the world, my tutor, who is also a family friend, visited us randomly.

    She came in and asked what was wrong, and tried to coax me into telling her – so it all came out. Everything I’ve been trying so hard not to think about.

    She was both sympathetic and logical, telling me to just stay strong and keep God’s love with me, while dissecting my problems and finding the right approach to it.

    Towards the end she also asked me if my period was due and finally diagnosed me with a bad case of PMS.

    I feel much better now.

    January 29, 2011

  • Nothing else

    I’m such a fake.

    What gives me the right to tell you how to be happy when sometimes I can’t even keep that up in my own life.

    Fuck you life. All I want is to be happy. I’m not asking to be the rich or top the class or anything. I just want to be happy.

    And I do all sorts of things. Tell myself it’s okay and it’s God’s plan and it’s not as bad as I think it is, and that it doesn’t really matter and to think positive.

    I don’t even tell people half my problems because if I do it becomes real. And because I tell myself they are irrelevant.

    God, do you really think it’s fair to just keep them coming?

    Maybe you do but I can’t understand it just right now.

    To hope that thinks will be alright, and to try your best to make them right, it doesn’t work. Things just happen and everything else are human concepts to try to keep things in control.

    So give me the chance to be upset once in awhile.

    January 29, 2011

  • sun it rises

    #10 – Be happy for others.

    Everything aside, I’m internally quite prideful. Or at least assured of my own abilities.

    Many of us are.

    But sometimes life is just this way – things that happen to others may not be given to you, no matter how much you deserve it.

    Have you ever heard others talk endlessly about their opportunities and their successes, and the only thing you could think is – I can do it so much better.

    The only thing that is preventing you from happiness at this point is yourself. Do not think of it as you being deprived, think of it as someone being given this beautiful chance.

    Is it, in any way, not something to be happy about? Especially if said receiver is a loved one?

    JOY comes in this order – Jesus, Others, Yourself. I’m sorry if I sound preachy, and if you’re highly non-religious, choose to ignore the Jesus part.

    But really, others. Life is not just about you. So rid of the jealousy, rid of the pride, and just let yourself be happy for others. In the long run, you’re the one who benefits.

    What is love but the ability to share your friend’s accomplishments. If you aren’t capable of even this simple act of selflessness, you are without love.

    Then yes, you are are deprived. But not of all the opportunities, successes or other stuff your friend has but you don’t, but of the simplicity of joy and the knowledge of love.

    #11 – Occasionally allow yourself to mock others.

    Alright this is quite contradictory to all I have espoused upon so far, and somewhere in there I know it’s morally incorrect, but I think it’s healthy to just let go of yourself sometimes.

    Frankly, we do this quite often. There are countless breaks we spend giggling over the less fortunately endowed (and there are so many of them in Hwachong), or the characteristically strange (and trust me when I say STRANGE).

    WHY is it alright? Well as long as it isn’t fully confrontational. And by that I mean snapping rubber bands at little men who happen to not take baths, during Econs lecture (this phase is very much passed so don’t judge kthnx). What’s the harm?

    The only two reasons I can think of NOT to is

    a) would you like it if a bunch of people laughed at your quirks?

    b) it shows a certain amount of inner self-consciousness to want to transfer judgement on the less fortunate.

    BUT the pros far outweigh these, as long as you keep it in check within the group and do it for purely entertainment reasons without much malicious purpose.

    a) GROUP BONDING.

    b) Laughter is very, very healthy.

    c) I MEAN C’MON SOME OF THEM DESERVE IT SO MUCH.

    d) It makes life so much more interesting.

    e) It makes you feel better about yourself during your self-deprecating moments.

    That said, DO NOT GO HOME AND TELL YOUR MOM I TAUGHT YOU TO MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE ALRIGHT.

    What I mean is, everything in moderation. Just give yourself a chance to unleash that rearing bitch-head at least ten minutes a week, and maybe for the other seventeen hundred minutes you’ll be a much nicer person to everyone else. (-:

    January 29, 2011

  • Never too busy for

    happiness!

    Write-Your-Own-Happiness

    #7: Go out of your way to help people.

    Admittedly, the happiness you derive from helping others PARTLY comes from self-fulfilling reasons.

    We think, ‘YAY, I AM SUCH A GOOD PERSON, WOOTS!’

    That’s alright, you don’t have to feel guilty about it. But it’s also true that everyone has an inborn conscience that gives off endorphins when we help others for purely altruistic reasons.

    When others feel happy, so do we. If you had a part to play in that – it’s even better! :-)

    #8: Think about babies~

    Babies are the most adorabubble, wholesome, pure things on Earth. I love babies so much!!!

    Okay besides the whole fangasm, babies are great reminders that pure beauty still exists on Earth. Somehow all babies are such pretty creatures. Even the deformed ones look like tiny mortal angels.

    I think it’s because they aren’t scarred by all the schemes and ulterior motives and suspicions of each other that plague our lives at about six of age or something. Lucky creatures..

    #9: Don’t be self-conscious.

    Have you ever felt like your entire day was ruined because you have somehow unearthed some kind of physical flaw you can’t stop obsessing over?

    Or because you might have offended someone and you won’t stop fretting about what you should do to make things right?

    Just – don’t. If you aren’t a total insensitive Neanderthal with negative emotional skills, then chances are YOU ARE WORRYING TOO MUCH. This is also known as The Illusion of Transparency or The Spotlight Effect (Read more here: http://youarenotsosmart.com/).

    Basically we all believe that people notice us a lot more than they actually do. In actual fact, no one can tell you have a new pimple, or that you let slip something embarrassing about your pet dog.

    Everyone is too engrossed in their own set of Spotlight that they don’t pay THAT detailed an attention to the minute faults you might have. Well, unless you have severe BO or a disturbing tendency to drool.

    Then YES, PLEASE. Kindly do not ignore the multiple apprehensive glances thrown your way and seek some help. But chances are – if no one actually says something, you’re completely safe.

    So stop worrying! :-) You are probably wonderful just the way you are, if you actually persevered and read all the way till here.

    I applaud you. Goodbye. My goodness, I would love to post some bitchy stuff, but it would just make me seem like a hypocrite when I’ve been espousing about being happy and stuff. K MEBBE NEXT TIME BYE.


    January 27, 2011

  • He be snatchin’ yo people up.

    Write-Your-Own-Happiness

    #6: Fix all existing relationships.

    Contrary to what we think, our happiness is greatly based on those we care about.

    To be happy yourself, make sure you are on good terms with all those around you.

    If you’ve not apologized to a friend about something you’ve done (no matter how long ago), do it. If you haven’t thanked your friend for being one, why wait.

    If there’s someone you once spent all your days with, but don’t talk to anymore, make an effort to show that things are alright between you two. Even if it isn’t, at least be courteous.

    That kinda boils down to forgiving others too. (#1)

    At this age, (I’m not sure about when I get older but I have a feeling it won’t be much different), our life practically revolve around human relations.

    You can be rich and healthy with perfect grades, but can well be suicidal if you’re an outcast. On the other hand, you may be stressed out with your massive workload or suffering from diabetes, but if you have everyone giving your support, life becomes so much easier, no?

    So yes! Today’s little nugget of wisdom – make an effort to mend all bad feelings with loved ones.

    05 – A time you thought about ending your own life.

    Never.

    I’ve been through nasty little phases of insanity. Those include:

    1) Cool detachment and complete fearlessness of death.

    That was around the time I started merging religion with my very bleak outlook towards society. I was so disappointed with the world’s general fail-ness and the futility of life that I told myself I’d be completely alright with being dead right there and then.

    2) Being very fascinated with suicide.

    Even reading up about it and constantly pestering my parents about what it is like to die. I was in primary school, by the way. My mom got a bit worried, or maybe she just didn’t find my questions that amusing anymore, and started telling me horror stories about how if I think about suicide I will one day do it.

    So I stopped.

    3) The Math Test Drama.

    As the 2 Faith girls will fondly remember and many times during dinner-conversations bring up. That was when I failed an entire year of math in secondary 2, and decided in Term 3 to start studying.

    The first studied-for test I took, I failed miserably.

    I was strangely very distraught (I have no idea why I expected to ace it when I’ve spent the past 7 months sleeping in class), and ran to the toilet to cry and angst very bitterly. After sitting in there for 10 minutes into classes, Shereen, Gloria, Cat, Becky and Celine came in to look for me.

    There was basically a lot of drama, crying, hugging, climbing over toilet stalls and I tried to cut myself with a NAMETAG. A BLOODY NAMETAG. I still remember thinking, shit – I’m gonna scar myself, better cut gently. And Gloria was outside screaming ‘DON’T KILL YOURSELF WITH YOUR NAMETAG WEIQING!!! DROP IT!!! DROP IT!!!’ And Shereen was half laughing, half crying.

    4) To attract my grandma’s attention.

    She kept cooking and ignored my nonsense. So I laid on the ground for a bloody long time and squirted ketchup near my mouth.

    When she finally came out of the kitchen, she simply stepped over me and said: ‘Sleep in your bed! Don’t sleep on the floor!’ Disappointed but determined, I laid there lifelessly.

    Then she shrieked: ‘EH WHY YOU ANYHOW PLAY WITH KETCHUP!’

    I was convinced she was the most heartless grandmother in the world the entire afternoon. I HAD BEEN LYING UNCONSCIOUSLY AND SEVERELY BLEEDING FOR 15 MINUTES IN ENTIRETY AND ALL SHE COULD THINK OF WAS HER PRECIOUS CONDIMENT.

    RIGHT. But honestly I have never ever really wanted to end my life. I always thought of the nice things people would say at my funeral, and I’d always cry thinking about it. I can’t wait for that day to happen, but I’d never intentionally make it happen.

    I know this sounds exasperatingly egoistical but I would never want to hurt my family be depriving them of me luh.

    OKAY I SOUND SO CONCEITED BUT IT’S TRUE. BYE.

    January 23, 2011

  • Religion and Other Stuff

    OH HOW VERY CREATIVE MY TITLE IS.

    Had Awaken Follow-up today, it was pretty good to see everyone again. And thank you guys v v v much for the camera it’s very gay and pink and I love it.

     

    Write Your Own Happiness

    #5: Remember things and people that made/make you happy.

    People tend to remember events that made them laugh, or things that people did that made them pissed off. Most of the time, we forget all the little things: something someone once said to you, something you did for another person, sharing a simple moment with a friend.

    These are the ones that are the ones that slip by when you’re at your :-( times, but also ironically the ones that are most able to get your out of it. So what to do, what to do? WRITE THEM DOWN. Make an effort to somehow record these small moments. On Twitter or Facebook, if you’re a private person then a notebook?

    When I reread my archives and is reminded of something that had a strong impact on me but I’ve completely forgotten, it makes me have so much hope for everything presently.

    It can just be a scribble kind of thing of random observations that really touched you – example ‘saw a young kid offering to pay for his mother’s drink with his last dollar’ or ‘sister sacrificed TV time to help me wash my shoes’. OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT EXCEPT I SOUND SO DOPEY, yours will be much more personal la you get what I mean.

    You have no idea how much these will impact you in the future, when you happen to be in one of the funks, or if you aren’t feeling like such a nice person at that time. I mean, remembering that you are loved, and how capable of love others can be, is the best way to get out of the helpless self-pitying. It probably makes you re-evaluate yourself and gives you the spur to keep the chain of ~love going.

    SO THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY KTHNXBYE.

    30-day Blogging Challenge

    04 – Your views on religion.

    I was actually dreading this – because I have so much to say about religion, and no matter how much I go on about it I don’t feel like I’ve said enough. So this time, I’ll make it short and concise. I don’t think anyone much wants to hear my long exaltations about God anyway, because if they are ready to, they’ll ask me themselves. So I’ll segment this for the convenience of all.

    K I don’t know if it’s right for me to say this, but I believe God is in every religion. And every religion, as long as it teaches the right values, is true. Religion itself is just a concept. A RELATIONSHIP with your spiritual self is the important part. I truly respect every and each religion. And most times, I’m pretty fascinated by them as well.

    Life of Pi (and if you haven’t read it you should) has the protagonist being Christian, Hindu, and Muslim all at once. He devotes himself into every one of them and prays as each one, and loves as all three. That’s the kind of religion I respect. Being able to just fully take on the love of all religion, and not see a conflict, but instead the binding quality that is to love others.

    Personally I’m Christian because I identify most with the teachings and values. At the same time I love Hinduism for their rich imagery and deep devotion, the Muslims for their utmost discipline and the Buddhists for their generous mercy and humility.

    The most religious person is one who can discern the very essence of every single religion and fully embody it. Not someone who keeps strictly with his religious diet and/or donates wildly in church. That’s my personal take. Feel free to argue.

    What I resent MOST about certain religious followers is their very insipid arrogance in their faith. Everyone knows one. The arrogant, superior, nosy, I-wanna-shove-my-religion-down-your-unholy-throat kind of person. The kind who speak patronizingly to you like you’re devil incarnate and worthy of sympathy just because you aren’t his/her faith. The kind who roughly insist and persist in bringing you to church just to satisfy his/her expanding self-righteousness.

    It’s very painful to watch people like that. And unfortunately, there are many.

    Of course, there are then those who choose to show others kindness, allow others to experience God’s love through them, and in that way introduce them to God’s power to change people. I’m using God in the general term, whichever you want it to be.

    SO TO SUM UP – YES I THINK RELIGION IS IMPORTANT. It gives people the discipline and proper structure (we need some of that no matter how democratic we wish to be), to find themselves with God. It shouldn’t be overdone and the focus shouldn’t be on the religious system of course. When that happens, faith is empty and conflicts between religion abounds.

    Faith, and the bettering of oneself, is the basis – Religion should be there to serve only as a guideline, a  form of discipline, and a community for sharing your faith.

    YEAP.

    Briefly, about being a Christian:

    I don’t really focus on the technical aspects (although those are important too la). I’ve always prayed but never really understood. But after this strange nihilistic phase I started to give myself a chance to believe. I mean, why not. Since I can doubt the existence of God, why can’t I doubt my own cynicism right?

    So I humbled myself and did. Well – it didn’t make me perfect, but it made me understand love and made me learn how to be happy. Once I experienced God’s love, it made me reluctant to want to harm others or even myself. Not because I have to, but because I want to. It just made me have so much love for love, yknw what I mean?

    Of course, I succumb quite easily to everything around me so it’s still a huge challenge for me to be nicer in general but yeah I do try quite hard. It’s really a lot of things la, and it’s v amazing. But I really don’t know how to express it all here. So any of you wanna talk about it or even question me you can srsly just harass me anytime I’m cool.

    January 22, 2011

  • Hobx

    Write-your-own-happiness:

    #4: Get sleep.

    So you’re healthy and fully functional. Enid Blyton told me when I was 7 that late hours make cross children. At 18 I’m telling you, no sleep makes you a bitch.

    January 21, 2011

  • Day Three

    I’ve been sleep deprived, severely constipated, and generally lacking of health care the past few days. Every day’s jam-packed and somewhat fulfilling but I’m dead beat.

    But I’m here.

    Write your own Happiness

    #3: Spend time knowing yourself.

    While surrounding yourself with people to prevent depression is important, so is spending time with yourself. Give yourself some space away from the madness of social interaction and get to know yourself.

    Just do something you liked, maybe something zen and satisfying. Not the kind like aimlessly zombifying on Facebook, where you’ll look back and think WHERE DID MY WEEKEND GO. (Okay maybe cyber-stalking is zen for you, idk.) I myself have a wide range of such activities.

    The most fulfilling would be reading. But it’s really time consuming, and once I start, I’ll spend the entire day reading novel after novel. When I can’t afford to do that I’ll buy a couple of Betty & Veronicas and Jugheads and spend about an hour or so with them. It leaves me happy and satisfied and ready for life.

    If you are more activity-based, try walking or shopping alone. I used to be big on walking, it’s a mindless activity, where you engage in both external stimulation and internal reflection. When I have the time and energy, I used to walk from Ang Mo Kio back home. Holland V and assorted posh housing estates are also my favorite routes. I sometimes spend hours just walking around and admiring mansions. That makes me sound so creepy but I assure you it’s a lot more sane and wonderful than it seems.

    Spending time with yourself is important because

    a) You need to free yourself from the pressures of others and discover what YOU yourself truly want when distanced from external influence.

    b) You need to get to know yourself. If you spend all your time with friends, you are introducing yourself to them, interacting with them, but never to yourself. The you in you feels neglected too. And I sound so, so much like a bad self-help.

    c) To achieve happiness you need to understand yourself and what you truly want.

    d) Everyone needs time to just think, consolidate their thoughts, be one with their inner self, et cetera.

    Today’s rather corny, I might as well ask you to go chant the Buddhist mantra. Well, if it helps.

    30-Day Blog Challenge

    03 – Your views on drugs and alcohol.

    They make a good meal. Just.

    Drugs are retarded. They are a sign of weakness. Weakness at pursuing your own happiness, weakness at maintaining control, weakness at refusing your friends. Also, I hate people who do drugs with the conception that it makes them ‘cool’. It is retarded and so are they.

    On the other hand, I have little faith in the drug abuse education in Singapore. There is rather a history in this actually. No one I know has any drug related problems, at least not that I know of, so drugs were never really part of my concern.

    The only time they manifested in my life was the arduous and heavily hyped campaign against drugs. All of us have memories of that. The endless supplies of redundant accessories from badge pins to fridge magnets advocating the battle against drugs given to us. The constant talks, pamphlets, lessons conducted to educate us on ‘responsible drug usage’.

    I WAS VERY CONFLICTED. The only effect this campaign had on my impressionable Primary school self was to make me EXTREMELY. CURIOUS. ABOUT. DRUGS. If they had shut their fat yap about it, I wouldn’t even have given it a second thought. But because they kept expounding upon the scariness of these miracle pills and how many had succumbed to it, and bla and bla, I REALLY WANTED TO TRY IT.

    I mean, it sounds AWESOME. For a few months of sniffly nose and trembling in the corner, I can get high and escape from my troubles. According to the TV, the teachers, and the twenty-nine stories in the Drug Abuse short stories anthology, kids used drugs to FEEL GOOD~.

    My logic was: I want to feel good too. I don’t mind looking like a zombie for a few weeks to get well and then choking Coke to feel good~ AGAIN. The thing was, the effects of drug abuse was never really explained properly. The most vivid image I have of it is some Edward Cullen-esque kid sitting in the corner being stoned. That didn’t look so bad. I mean, there wasn’t any blood or intestines or perforated brains. So why not?

    This powerful and all-controlling substance sounded like such a miracle pill with all it’s psychedelic effects that managed to allure and addict millions (at least that’s what the media made it seem like) of kids MUST have some form of advantage to it.

    I was so convinced I wrote a two and a half page essay discussing the failure of drug campaigns and how it creates greater exposure and attraction towards drug use, and even submitted it to my form teacher. Who was, from what I remember, half amused, half exasperated (again).

    I was a very strange child, I was. So basically, BECAUSE of the drug-abuse campaigns, we’ve formulated strange and conflicting ideas of drugs, or at least I did la. IDK let me know how it was for you.

    ALCOHOL. Is good. Have it twice a day. End of story.

    January 21, 2011

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