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Name: s t e l l a
Birthday: 5/28/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Girls, Literature, Animals, Economics, Chocolates
Occupation: Student/Teacher
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5/24/2007
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| Uploading SLR images into xanga is utterly time-consuming! The files are too large, i am getting impatient and lastly, i am not really the sort of picture person. Granted, i love seeing pictures off blogs that narrates one's day but at times being overly visual kills the capacity for imagination.
So, it was Underwater World on a lazy Friday morning. I am always hesitant when it comes to trips to artificial habitats of animals. There is this uncanny contradiction of feelings each time and it gets to me real bad. Most people, or all others, would just conveniently persuade me to not think too much. Which i do, kind of a bad habit.
No more seafood for me.
Dark picture. Me at the entrance, looking not really excited.
The touch pool, where i got damn pissed off at this China lady. I still am.
What goes into your Sambal Stingray.
Mimic the sound of a seahorse! Quick!
Spongebob's favourite hobby.
Looking grumpy because he doesn't trust me with his stupid camera.
While a majority of people occupied themselves with the taking of pictures, i went around reading up interesting facts on our underwater occupants!
One more ...
Goodbye!
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| They press their lips tight against each other. They prey on the taste of lust and exhibit their love-making in the lack of shame. Her cheeks flush a crimson red from the blood rushing into her head as he traces his fingers playfully on her right thigh, beneath the fabric that thins along with her wavering strength. She brushes his hand away, quivers as he plants a kiss, one after another, from her neck to her collarbones.
She woke up with a jerk. Her hair was in an utter mess, surprisingly volumised to perfection. She can still taste him, the aftertaste of an orgasmic break apart.
So, Sunday was spent in such a mess. I found myself hysterical from the lack of scheduled events, particularly so after i couldn't get to eat breakfast after my noon lesson as planned. The passion for everything impromptu faded with age and the obsession for timetables sat in its place.
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| Local bookstore is having a buy-one-get-one-free offer! Who wouldn't be excited! The selections are quite limited but i am not complaining. Got myself 2 novels by Mark Haddon. 
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| Organ trading seems to be reflected in a very bad light by the mass media. And with us, we have the first ever case of organ trading allegations brought into the courtroom. No surprise that the involved parties are your typical rich man who really can get almost anything with money (yet failing to escape from the long arms of law) and your needy donator who dreams almost too vividly of a better life after the donation.
I understand that there is a risk involved when the donators partake the kidney transfer operation but he is offered a price for this risk. I believe a better question would be whether the price is justified. The whole easy investment rationale where you get rewarded a great deal more by buying into a risky asset than a risk-free government bill. If, Singapore was to legalise this procedure and bring everything from below up, i reckon it will benefit both parties indefinitely.
A paragraph from the brief article on this piece of news:
Organ trading is banned in Singapore and in many other countries to
prevent the exploitation of "poor and socially disadvantaged donors who
are unable to make informed choices and suffer potential medical
risks," the health ministry said earlier.
As Singaporeans get increasingly affluent, i don't think the law can really bring down the entire black market of organ trading, of which i believe is much more rampant off shores. I think there will be changes, acceptance and legalization. Just that it is not yet time. People who can afford to take the risk, both ways, would still do so.
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| Because ... 
A friend's cousin's canine was brutally schemed upon. He had his last breath and i believe he felt no more agony from the numerous blows rained upon him to prepare him as the meal of the day as compared to the pain that infused through his heart when he learnt of the betrayal, the sort from man to beast.
Days, the search for her beloved dog went on. Then what should happen but a coincidental chancing of a conversation held among 5 men. Those men were supposed to be the security guards of the place she is staying at.
"Its frustrating really! To spend almost a day trying to kill that fellow and he offer not much meat to fill me up!" (Loosely translated from Chinese)
I don't understand how can anyone manifest out such cruelty shamelessly. I really don't. The cousin of hers consulted a few lawyer friends and like predicted, the absence of laws that protect animal rights made it impossible to bring the men to justice. A random check on the net only revealed more insights on the darker side of China. Turns out, skinning dogs and cats alive for their fur is a lucrative affair. They have to do it when the animals are still alive, for they claim a warmer body makes the skinning easier. At the bottom left hand corner, a small, bloody picture of a dog with his fur stripped off him. His eyes, spoke of nothing lesser than unfairness and sadness together. I cannot bear a second glance.
I am just utterly affected. Animal rights has always been (naturally, as claimed by some) secondary in consideration when compared to human rights. I cannot deny this is reasonable when we think in the context of selfish human beings who put themselves above all others. There are too many controversies revolving around this topic, i will take a long time to examine and talk about all. But i thought, everyone of us has the basic decency (and lack of lunacy) to respect each and every life we cross path with. Especially the ones who trusted and love us unconditionally.
I guess i just need an outlet to vent it all.
As much irony as the fact that i am seemingly attacking myself here, man has always like to see themselves of the greatest moral value as compared to other beasts. At times, it is all too easy to see all we are made of is almost nothing.
An extract from Letters from the Earth:
Man is a marvelous curiosity. When he is at his very very best he is sort of a low grade nickel-plated angel; At his worst, he is unspeakable, unimaginable; And first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm. Yet he blandly and in all sincerity calls himself the "Noblest work of God".
You cannot disagree.
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