After the CT scan...

I am Anemic and I self-diagnosed myself.

OK, maybe that was not the right thing to do. But I am a Doctor-To-Be. And it seemed like the best option to analyse myself. If I can't diagnose myself, I probably can't diagnose anyone else.

A summary of how I came about to diagnosing myself was like this:

1. My CT scan is clear: Which eliminates any hemorrhage and what not
2. But my dizziness still persist!
3. I get cold feet and hands when temperature drops

Which can only be explained by the fact that I am either pernicious or Iron deficient. But most likely Iron deficient.

Ever since I moved to the dorm I became lazier and stopped cooking entirely. I eat at the canteen sometimes but mostly live on bread and random junk food. Being a vegetarian, most of the food I find I can't consume. So, with my sabbatical from cooking, brought in a significant distance between me and vegetables cooked without meat.

They add meat in vegetables too at times. Annoying! 

And because I have been experiencing excessive amounts of hair fall, increased heart rate after climbing 6 floors and loss of appetite. I can only say, I am anemic.

Its a mild case, which is why I can still walk and type this post. Otherwise, I'd be face down on my keyboard before this post ends.

However, now that my condition is somewhat deduced. I have to eat more stuff that is rich in Iron and Vitamin B12 to get back onto the fat, noisy Usha that I am. :)

Can't run for a while, for it takes a while for the body to be accustomed to strenuous exercises and especially ones that require massive amounts of Oxygen. The last thing I need now is to faint on the streets of Shanghai. 

My diet has been changed to include more citrus foods and a big fat reminder: DO NOT SKIP MEALS!

I used to skip meals so very frequently, it became a habit. A bad one as I have now learned. :s

Note: By the way, do not try skipping meals at home. Self diagnosis is also not recommended.

First CT Scan

CT scan in general is not that terrifying. Why am I saying this?

Cos I just had one. A Summary of why I ended up taking a CT scan was cos, I abruptly fainted and hurt my head real bad. Which by the way has left me with a battle 'bump' on my head. 

Initially, I self diagnosed myself to be safe and without any possible blot clots in my brain. Although the bump hasn't quite disappeared yet. 

After the fainting incident I had blurred visions, I wasn't walking straight no more. And I couldn't be on my feet for more than a minute. You would see me looking for something to hold onto to regain my balance.

Now that lead to me going to the hospital to have a consult. The doctor sent me for a CT scan just to make sure I haven't had any hemorrhage. 

And..That's how it all began.

The results were in under an hour and me and my brain are both perfect and fine.  

Gonna hang the scan on my wall. :)

My First Snowfall!

It may not be the best but its my first. So it is the best snowfall!

Virtual Junkie

Initially I thought perhaps assumed, okay maybe not.

Knew it deep down in my heart, in the depths of the muscles of my heart, among the ventricles and atrium, between the aorta and the vena cava, that the Internet was a F.A.C.I.L.I.T.Y. 

And that I do not rely on the medium out of my interest but because of the daily work I am involved in, which requires its expertise. 

Not only work, my interests lies among the World Wide Web too! OK I do have other interests. But even to pursue them I need WWW. 

I am officially an Internet Junkie. 

Something I probably was too afraid to admit for making myself look TOTALLY dependent on this new age invention. 

Compared to Edison's electricity, Internet is relatively new, so yeah.

高兴

Forbidden City, Beijing, China

很多事情感到了便我高兴。

看看星星便我高兴。

清晨去海滩散步让我高兴。

拍照东西便我高兴。

老人交谈便我高兴。

身体好的, 我也高兴。

我成为一名医生，我非常高兴。

Over a Cup of Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf

Hustle and bustle need not necessarily be on the streets. It can invade an otherwise, quiet cafe; on a cold winter's night. Every man for himself. And every other hot drink on the menu, his coveted companion.

The jazz music in the background; with its prominent saxophone piece.  Hot, piping cups of Americano, Latte or the ever-needed Espresso shot for a reality check. Haven in three different sizes yearning to be held by the customers; for the insane winds beyond the cafe, not only lashed at the shivering trees but also took its shot on the poor men, much poorly equipped for the crazy winter.

To the left of the barista's counter, was an ever enthusiastic, probably high on sugar elderly male. He never once took a break from his talking. His listeners included a plump, short haired lady and another middle aged female with much shorter hair but red in color. They were such good listeners. Or actors for they did appear as if every Chinese word the older man said held power. 

Abruptly, the older man's words came to a halt. A younger lady had just joined the crowd and it was her turn to share her thoughts. The man instead kept himself occupied by turning to his right, sharing a smile with a girl in a sky blue hoodie. As, he left to leave with the rest of the females, he again gave a "good-bye" smile to the girl. All there was to it was a smile and people were acquainted; even if it was for a brief second.

Image does not belong to this site so bless the soul who took this shot.

About a meter from where a new friendship took birth, were seated a pair of young chinese dudes. Looking all cool and hip, they were discussing about Obama and checking out a girl simultaneously. Politics in the air. Fashion in their wear. Hot Cuppucino in their hands and eyes towards the really tall, almost cow-girl like lady who seated across from them. Multi-tasking?

Another group settled in the middle of the cafe grounds. All five of them had similar features and exact same blonde hair. They were a family from a non-English speaking European country. The three sons can very well be triplets if not for their varying heights. The family were probably on their way back home from fetching the kids from school. Such massive backpacks, with only the children owing one each, spoke so much of school than a camping trip.

While their bright yellow hair shined under the orange lights of the cafe, a bright red coat made its presence felt. It was worn by a young chinese female, presumably in her mid 20s, with hazel colored hair. For the first time, a traffic post, with the stop signal was witnessed inside a cafe. 

Middle aged ladies in their colorful scarfs and middle aged fashion statements occupied the tables closest to the barista's counter. 

A group of Caucasian men with receding hair lines, took the seats furthest away from the women. Deliberately? Stock Markets, dilemmas over property investments, Sydney or San Fransisco, etc. were their train of thoughts while their poor lattes stood waiting patiently.

A young bespectacled chinese dude, whose dressing style suggested a creative mind, settled into the seat nearest to a power point. He had his precious Mac. A cup of hot chocolate and his eyes were glued to Apple's screen.

All of this took place, approximately 45 degrees from where me in my sky-blue hoodie and my beloved Caramel Macchiato were comfortably positioned.

Entertainment Today!

Because I should be studying, and also because this is the best time to come up with ridiculous posts so as to avoid the texts that lay before me: I write about my fictional love life heading downhill.

It started with Josh Groban. I am not sure if he is still interested in pretty girls or boys? 10% hope lingers on...

Continued with James McAvoy, who chose to get married even before I could express myself.

Wentworth Miller entered thy life and I wrote two letters. Yeah, something that never took off with McAvoy, thing is: now I hear rumors of him being interested in pretty boys as well. :(( Heartbreaking I know.

While I was still nursing the pain of Miller and choosing a deaf ear to all rumors, Jim Parsons entered. Yes, the tall lanky, intelligent kid from The Big Bang Theory. And Guess what? He is engaged to a Phillip!

What do I do now?

I am betting on Joseph Gordon- Lewitt. One reason cos he reminds me of an ex-flame who goes by the name  Keanu Reeves and another cos it was love at first sight from the film, 500 Days of Summer.  :-)

Note: All these guys who might google their own name and come across this post; please feel free to clarify at the comments section. 

Good News

Life is all bright and shiny now that my landlady is metaphorically dead. I have moved to the University dormitory which is way smaller but peaceful. I am way behind on most of my assignments and exam reviews. Despite all that, things are looking fairly manageable. Good news aye.

Australian Pavilion at Shanghai World Expo 2010

Humility takes a backseat

At about 300 words, I was stuck. How am I to both flaunt my talents and appear modest simultaneously?

Scholarship Personal Statements require just that exact balance. 

After walking around for 12 over hours, going in and out of the various pavilions at the World Expo, I was tired. Imagine trying to be boastful when I can't even recall what I was good at. :s

Liyana almost came to my rescue, except that her brain was far more drained than mine was. She still managed to give me some pointers though. Thanks Woman! What will I do without you?

After scribbling down the stuff she said, I took a nap. Now why did I nap when I had just hours to go before handing in my scholarship forms?

Sleeping helps to orientate your thoughts and at that moment, it seemed like the best way to ensure I come up with a reasonably written promotional statement of myself and not sound like a Jill-ass. 

Bottom-line is: I have applied for a scholarship to fund part of my semester fees and hopefully it comes through.

Wish me Luck!

Dear Agony

Just let go off me

Suffer slowly

Is this the way its gotta be?

Don't bury me

Face this enemy

I'm so sorry

Is this the way its gotta be?

Dear Agony...

- Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin - 

Everyday Chinese

I had a hair cut today. A little background on my haircut experiences. Every time I visit the hairdresser, she changes my hairstyle so very drastically it doesn't look like how it did the previous time. And you would think I told her that I kinda want a similar cut.

Anyways, today the girl who did my hair was slow and meticulous. She didn't tugged my head or exerted any amount of force that reminded me that I was having my hair cut. Instead she did a clean job and even recommended a particular style for me to follow. :) Of course she is not aware, I had my existing short hair cut even shorter just so I wouldn't have to comb before heading for school.

This other guy who was attending to my roomies haircut just wouldn't stop talking (to and about me) and all the time he was talking about "how my English is better than your Chinese" or "I learnt English myself. You should learn Chinese yourself" and "Chinese is difficult and is also the most famous language".

I was totally convinced that guy wanted to prove the fact that I was shying away from speaking in Chinese or basically I suck in Chinese. Till the time I left he was speaking to me in English and for the same motive alone.

I hope to not see him again. Least till my Chinese is of a standard he appreciates.

Hail Sleeping Bags!

At the current point in time, I am on the verge of going homeless. Not because I have lost my money to gambling and lead myself into an ocean of debts. But rather, I have unintentionally rented a wrong apartment.

My landlady; the epitome of villainy has a screwed up wiring system in the house which results in frequent electricity cuts. This is not good! Ever since I moved into this place, we have replaced the water heater, the lights, and I haven't got a heater to keep me warm cos the cable for the air-conditioner is equally messed up. If that was not enough, we have had bad piping systems. Not only are these power cuts frequent, the electrician assured us it was unsafe as well. And that the landlady should redo the wiring which includes tearing down the walls. Thing is I am not sure if she is up for that. And I don't wanna pay for her problems anymore. 

This villain I ended up with in the name of a Landlady has now decided she will not re-imburse the cash we spent on the apartment and perhaps even blame it on us for the frequent power cuts. 

THAT IS IT!

I'm moving out!

However, there aren't any dorm rooms available at the campus and I am not too sure how quickly will I be able to rent a flat that is within MY budget. Did I mention the rent has gone up by 20%?

If world news covers a girl who has been seeking shelter in Chinese parks with a whole lot of things and a sleeping bag. You know who that is. 

So Far and Here On...

Finally, the dreaded finals are over. I feel so FREE now. It is so true that while there were important things that needed attention (ie. exams), we (at least myself) was so very inclined to slack. Read a book. Read Blogs. Check Twitter updates. Facebook. Waiting for a page to load even!

Now, exams have ended and I find myself spoilt for choices to spend my time. They ended way early as well. I have about two weeks to kill before I leave for Singapore.

So far...

• Exams were both good and bad. There might be a couple of supplements that I might need to study for again. *keeping my fingers crossed* 
• Learnt so much this year - specifically cramming last minute. Blame WorldCup!

Here on...

• Heading of to visit the Great Wall of China, Bejing from the 18th till 23rd July *very excited* Will post about the trip,when I get my ass back in Singapore. 
• Usually I embark non-stop flights back home. This time due to a promotion, I bought a ticket to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and heading off from there. There is a 12 hour waiting time. Haven't quite decided what I should do during that time.

Other stuff for the time being...

• Loads of novels to be read + blogs + god knows what else
• Movies + Documentaries to be watched
• Praying to the Gods of Soccer that Germany comes in 3rd at least.
• A tub of ice cream to be finished
• And weeks of Laundry. Damn!

If you think about it, I am still busy actually. 

Powerful Power

Back in 2008 when I was reading the Communist Manifesto for a particular Socio-Political elective, I concluded the writings to be rants of a dysfunc communist who went by the name, Karl Marx. The ideas he proposed were a tad twisted as his beard appeared to be. His mind was a one way track that possibly was due to his deprived upbringing. Which, I am assuming, was the basis for his theories.

Then again, I also have to agree, bits of what he conveyed did make sense. Quoting Marx,

"Men is a perpetually dissatisfied animal".

He felt or perhaps knew that men was always after something. If his primary needs were fulfilled, he develops new needs and maybe just wants. And once again according to Marx,

"These new needs are the first historical act".

That was how history was created. If man hadn't had the curiousity to to ask questions and seek something better in replacement of his existing life, science would probably not have ventured far. Or at least that is what I think. When these needs manifests itself onto man to a point, whereby being the best takes over being better, greed takes over.  

And for the most famous Marx Theory which was in favour of communism was probably a result of how he felt about Religion in particular. 

"Religion is the opium for the masses."

Religious beliefs functioned to blind people so they could not recognise their exploitation and their real political interests. Religion emphasises salvation, compensation for misery and alienation on earth. Which justifies social inequality. As of recent, news on destruction is often followed with a "salvation according to his/her beliefs". This statement of his, may not be the best way to describe religion or its devotees. Then again, on some levels, people are lead by blind faith. Who's to say for that?

Oil leak in America and Obama's response to the entire incident is almost always making headlines these days. How citizens are upset at the governing party to be taking matter slowly and perhaps lightly instead of the attention it requires. His popularity status compared to the time when he was campaigning, has certainly headed for a plunge.

Politicians and Citizens. These parties will never be satisfied. Both these sides will never cross each other. As a citizen you will always be disatisfied with the way things are run. You will have hoards of opinions on how things should run. However, once inside the Oval office, you will be just as 'good' as the one before you. Even if the leader does understands your situation, what he attempts to do to better your life will eventually fall short of your expectations.

"Without government, human beings would compete for territory, resources and power. Fighting would be common, survival would depend on strength and cunning". 

- Hobbes, Thomas

In other words, we will no longer be the civilised beings we are now. It will all be a matter of kill and grab. Self before others. Or perhaps we already are evolving into that mentality...

Microwave Oven is the new God

My latest fascination is with my Microwave Oven.  I intend to explore its hidden potential.

I started with Chocolate Chip Muffin. My mini kitchen, houses the essentials that range from a mini blender to a mega microwave oven but there is no oven oven. You get me? Like a really cool baking oven. I did contemplate on getting one but later decided against it for not wanting a massive hole in my wallet. It already has a hole due to purchasing loads of stuff. Can't afford no more. Hence, the pioneer attempt with the muffin was created using a regular microwave. Honestly, the final product didn't look anything close to a muffin. But..But..It tasted like one. It was really soft and chocolatey (obviously!). Even my housemates tried it and said it was a good attempt. Ha! So I didn't entirely fail after all. :P

This afternoon, I made Lasagna using the Microwave Oven again. It was okay. Didn't taste that much like a lasagna. But that could be cos I ran outta cheese and had barely enough to cover the entire pan. On that note, Lasagna was only 50% successful with the Microwave. Will attempt it again I guess. 

The next in line is Chocolate Mousse. (This of course doesn't use a Microwave but I am kinda craving for it so yeah :P) Well, it is ultra simple but this requires a beater which my mini kitchen doesn't possess. So I am going to make do with a wooden spoon. 

All my attempts in hoping to re-create desserts will make use of utensils that were probably not suggested in the recipes. I can only make do with what I have. Right? 

Hopefully, my attempts prove edible successful.

Wish me Luck! :-)

In a Daze...

The week went by in a blur. I have hardly been home this week. Okay, except for this bit where I am trying to blog about the week. Despite being a blur, it was a great week. 

It started of with an examination. Nothing good about that. Well maybe one bit, it was not as bad as I thought it would be. Nevertheless, it was still bad. Moving on, Sam and myself put ourselves through Shutter Island. We were suppose to relax after the ming boggling exam. And it was a clear wrong choice. We went ahead with it and went to bed feeling all confused as to what we might have just witnessed. I still loved it! Confusion is not my forte, neither is Clarity. But Martin Scorsese is definitely a favorite. On that note, I recommend all to watch this movie. The background score might mislead you, but it is no way a horror film. It is all about what you perceive and if what you percieve is what it really is. No worries, clarity is out the window when you are done watching the film.

The next day I decided to relax further with a book. I picked up Haruki Murakami's South of the Border, West of the Sun. If Shutter Island didn't mess with my mind enough, this guy made it worse. I am now a fan of Haruki Murakami. :-D This book was not his best as I have heard. It was one of his shorter novels compared to his other famous ones. His genre, similar to his other writings deals with lonliness, empathy, feeling of emptiness, and his take on the related issues. His works are usually fictional but they carry the vibes of a scene taking place right next door. It is that casual, belivable even. I was done with the book in 4 hours straight. I didn't have much to do, and the lonely guy in the novel with his thoughts on this other mysterious lady was just too captivating to put the book down. I was a little disappointed with the ending and the mystery behind the leading female character having ended without a completion. It was a massive void that really bothers me. Bothered, to be accurate.

The following day, the Professors somehow picked up our chill mode and dumped a ton load of assignments on us. Unfair! I know! Professors are the arch nemesis of Students. In some cases, Parents.

That was no way gonna deter us from doing what we intended to! I went shopping and bought me self a couple of dresses. I haven't shopped in a year. Realisation hit me real late. I ain't much of a shopper anyways.  So, it is normal in my case have a long hiatus between shopping sprees.

The day after the shopping, the dresses were put to some good use. I had the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra Performance to attend. We had some of the closest seats to the Orchestra. The concert included a cello solo, a Beethovan number and a really long German composition. I am assuming it was German for the Japanese singers who were performing that day sang German Opera. I didn't understand a single thing. Which made it worse for me to appreciate the song. Then again, the female Opera singer had a strong voice and my favorite for that day was the cello solo. It sat in well. :)

Walked to the newly revamped Bund, also known as the French Concession here in Shanghai. It was awesome! The skyscrapers were all lit up, the walkways were made to look like dams beneath them. The water from the Huang Pu River was sucked back in by some mechanism to pump it back into the River from the sides of the walkway. Sort of like a mini waterfall. It was really pretty. They added a couple of cafes around the river. It would be the ideal romantic getway. We friends, sat at one of the concrete structures near the river over looking the city skyline and chatted for a bit before heading off to take the ferry to the other side. On the other side, we repeated the same thing. Lol.. We sat chatted, laughed at the passer bys, battled the crowds and the locals who stalk us into buying their stuff. It was an awesome night. 

The crowds of Shanghai had increased significantly with the arrival of tourits for the recent World Expo - Shanghai. If the usual population is 20 million I fear to think of an appropriate figure right now. :s 

With that, I get back to "exhilarating" prepartion for the next set of examinations that awaits me.

I'm just trying to keep my

feet on the ground.

Trying to stop the sky

from falling down.

I can't speak cos 

I might say 

what I know I can't 

betray.

So tell me, 

tell me the way 

from here.

Tell me 

Please tell me

Don't say 

What I wanna hear.

- Tell Me - I Can't Think Straight - Leonie Casanova -

In Conversation - Fate

Sam: Do you believe in Fate?
Usha: I believe I can change Fate.
Sam: You may never know, maybe Fate is causing you to believe that you can change Fate.
Usha: What?! That doesn't make sense. Why would Fate cause me to change Fate itself?
Sam: Cos you were Fated.

Kyrgyztani is an Asian too.

We were in the midst of our "teach-usha-table-tennis" moment when this couple entered the student's lounge. After a few smiles and nods between the unknown couple and the four of us who were playing, they decided to wait and watch us play. From far, any light skinned, small eyes individual would be assumed for a Chinese or Korean. Well more so Chinese because we are in China remember. But wait, this was the International Student's Lounge. Yeah we are special. The local students rarely enter the lounge or you can I say I've never noticed them in the Lounge. Since he was watching us, we asked him if he wanted to join in the game. The girlfriend replied with a "Go ahead, play. I gotta go get some books".

Now wait a minute, Chinese do not break into English that easily. No, I am not stereotyping but unless they have left the country for a long period of time; they hardly speak in English. Even for the most simplest of reasons. The guy went off to play against another of my friend and the girl remained instead of getting her supposed books. I'm friendly so I approached her for a conversation. The lounge was located opposite the Student Dormitory which also provided me with something to start the talk:

Usha: You stay at the Dorms?
Mystery Girl: Only me.
Usha: Oh Ok. What programme do you do here?
Mystery Girl: PhD in Medicine
Usha: Oh..8 years huh. (she nodded in acceptance) So, you are from...(I like to leave questions unfinished :-)
Mystery Girl: Japan
Usha: [Oh Wow! You speak such good English!] Nice..Where is he from? (pointing to the boyfriend).
Mystery Girl: He's from Kyrgyzstan.
Jan: What is that?
Usha: You've never heard of that place, have you?
Jan: No..hehe
Usha: Interesting.. What language does he speak?
Mystery Girl: Russian.
Usha: Oh wow! (I have a thing for Russian, the language. It sounds hoarse, serious even if the content involved is far from dangerous. I bet Hello Kitty in Russian sounds like a death threat.)

I have met the first Kyrgyzstan resident. When you have a mother whose past time is poring over world maps you are bound to have heard of even the most remote-st of places on Earth. I am not saying K-stan is remote but it rarely appears in the news. Thanks to my being a little ignorant, I assumed K-stan to be near Mongolia with the Kazakhstan, and other non-middle east but ending-with-stan states. As it turns out, and the Kyrgyz himself explained, it was bordered with China so technically in Asia. But it does border with other non-middle east but ending-with-stan states like Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan and Tajikistan. Thanks to my mom again, I was not entirely wrong. Ha!

Back to Mystery girl's Kyrgyz boyfriend, he was far from the image of a Kyrgyz I had in my head. Mine resembled that of the Xinjiang natives of China. Slightly tanned with middle-eastern features. Even the Kazakstani girl I met back in 2008 resembled a little of my mental image. This guy, I think, is an exception. I couldn't enquire more as they took off after a game and...I forgot to ask for his name. I should have. The chance for me to attempt enunciating a Kyrgyz name was gone.

And I'm bad at remembering faces. :s

He - Amudan Law

Back in 2010, 29th March, two students who went by the names Samantha He(to be pronounced as her) and Usha Amudan who were bored beyond any form of reasoning during their Biochemistry lecture; discovered the new He-Amudan Law or otherwise known as the "Blah" Effect.

The following Equation illustrates the "Blah" Effect: B = 1/A

No. of "blahs"s (B) are inversely proportional to the Percentage of Content Absorption (A) by the Student. This would produce a linear descending curve. In other words as the number of "Blahs" in the students' head increases, the percentage he absorbs from the class is reduced drastically.

As the amount of information moves from across the classroom  towards the sleep deprived bored kid, he subconsciously replaces every word the Professor says (with so much conviction) into an alternate form; the "blah" form. When this transformation takes place, the absorption of the information in the air is reduced both in content and at pretty much insignificant sound waves.

What is not obvious from the graph is that, the creative side of the brain overwhelms the student during the "blah" Effect. This has been often misinterpreted as the "Zoning out stage" which is of course incorrect as the geniuses of this law have proven.

Many academicians,especially the ones with multiple qualifications and zero social life, argue that though the creative side taking over might be a good thing, the student is losing out so much information that is required of him. To counter that Amudan recommends the institutions to send their students back home for the day if they were to be diagnosed with the "Blah" Effect. The counter solution might be viewed as an useless one however, that is not the case. As the inventors of the law, being students themselves have clarified the solution further.

Amudan says, "Whilst in class, the student is left with very little to do besides experiencing the "blah" effect. However, things change once they are put in a comfortable location without the voice of the Professor and with the aid of engaging stuff, say for example, video games. At this point the student's brain cells are re-stimulated. After an hour of playing, we go seek glucose for the brain. Food pretty much. Then soon we are on our feet all set to tackle the texts. Unless a curriculum is written around the factors I mentioned, I'm sorry to say the "blah" Effect will take over the student body."

As Amudan was further questioned on the possibility of an exciting professor and an engaging class:"Well at that point, the "Crap" Effect takes over. This involves the student memorising every single crap the textbook carries. Then again, the "Blah" Effect is still present in a subtle form", finishes Amudan.

Some of the rare cases have been individuals in the teaching professions who were noticed with the symptoms of the "Blah" Effect. Notably the ones who were teaching an entire lecture hall of nerds.

Note: The "Blah Effect" is contagious and individuals should be handled with care.

In Conversation - Let Freedom Ring

U: Oh Oh, I found this really cool quote. It says "Education is ruined by degrees".
S: Exactly! It used to be about learning. And now Education is forced into one. When one lacks a degree, they ask which society that deprived one is from!
U: Primitive....
S: Yeah. Sad. Education happens to be a priority unless you are living deep in the jungles or high up in the mountains.
U: I think the degrees refer to the paper qualification and also 'on so many levels education is ruined'.
S: It is sooo true. There was a point in time when they had teachers and disciples. They were learning. Now there is a rigid education system that forces information into students.
U: And we thought we had human rights....
S: Sad right. Let me tell you, no where in the world there is total freedom.
U: And we also say China is out of its mind...
S: Hehe

Some-Body. Any-Body. The Body.

It belonged to a Chinese female probably between the ages of 35 - 45. It was about 160cm tall with an engagement ring on its left ring finger. It had several bruises on its arm. And we dissected it. We made several cuts on the upper body with the help of a well sharped scalpel. All in the attempt of learning the human body. Finally we had it skinned off. Literally. We began clearing the fats and it was one well fed body. The layers of adipose tissue was overwhelming. And we thought it was over. How wrong we were. It was time for a Mastectomy. We carefully removed the lump of fat that was attached to its chest and placed it on a dish. Over? Not quite? We were now looking for white stuff. Adipose and more adipose. Beneath all that adipose laid the muscles; nicely packed away. This particular chest muscle was the Pectoralis Major. Upon cutting the muscle away came a gleam of hope in white. They were the rib bones. Success. It was over.