Monday, October 21, 2013 | 12:02 PM

If you were guaranteed an honest response to a question, what would it be and who would you ask?

I was posed this question by a classmate and felt it was quite thought-provoking. I initially had an answer in my mind the moment I was asked, but I decided to spend some more time reconsidering. In the end, though, I'm going back to my original one, which is...

What do you like and dislike about me?
asked to anyone who would want to answer - my family, friends or acquaintances.

It'd be interesting to note what qualities I have that people admire, as well as what are some of the things that push people away. At the end of my junior college years I once entertained the thought of sending out a questionnaire to my classmates asking them to share with me how they felt about me as a person, and what I could improve on. In the end, a combination of laziness and fear (of being judged) dispelled the thought.

I know it's not easy hearing about your faults from other people. After all we all want to be affirmed, we all want our friends to like us. I think it's somewhat natural to get at least a little bit offended and often defensive when people attack or critique us. That's why I think it's important to get this sort of feedback from people who actually really care about you and are only providing this feedback because they would be happy if you became a better person for it. You might wonder why "acquaintances" made it into the list. My idea is, acquaintances can develop a certain, preliminary sense of friendship and closeness, and they can likewise provide some tips on what made them attracted to you.

Still, you should keep in mind that you will never satisfy everyone and while it's great to change and work towards becoming a better person, it's likewise important to know which parts of yourself you should retain - your core values, your principles, your unique selling points. It's important to distinguish opinions and see which suggestions are the ones that would propel you forward, and which are the ones that would just suck your soul away or radically change your in-built personality.

Ask yourself: Would my best friends still like me for who I am if I change this aspect of myself? Example: someone comments that you are too loud. If you work towards a quieter disposition, your close friends might feel like you're losing a crucial part of your personality; your boisterousness may be what they love about you. Ultimately you make your own choices, and you alone decide to what degree you want to change something about yourself. And it's not like it's that easy to change so radically in a short time anyway. Most times it involves constantly reminding yourself even when (or especially when) the going gets tough. Sometimes you will totally forget about it. But that's alright, as long as you have made the commitment to improve, and come back to it time and again. Slow going is still progress made.

Another note: your friends are risking their friendship with you by telling you their true thoughts and feelings (provided they are being absolutely truthful with you). It's only fair that you open your heart and not blame them for providing not-so-positive feedback (it's the only way you can have something to work on). Instead, appreciate, and appreciate more, what they are doing for you.

Just a small request: if you're intending to help me along this self-discovery-and-improvement journey, drop me a private message instead of commenting here. At least when I become defensive the rest of the world won't see it. Haha! I kid (sort of). It's just more private. And also, I can't promise I can live up to whatever I have detailed in this post. So you come at your own risk :p


Love,

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Wednesday, October 16, 2013 | 12:55 PM

I guess if I could ask a question and get an honest response, my question would be: Are you happy? It's not meant to be all emo and everything, but maybe it's because it's the question that I ask myself most often. Voluntarily or involuntarily. Sometimes I wish the little voice in my head (that's normal by the way, it's just you thinking and talking to yourself) would stop asking me about it, but at the same time I am grateful and I think it shows what I hold dear. Personally, I think people need to ask themselves that question more often.

Are you happy? 
It's scary how often we think we are chasing happiness, but end up realising that the chase itself can take away our happiness and sometimes even the pot of gold at the end is dissatisfying. I never understood why people spend so much time doing things they dislike, trying to build a future they will dislike, and thinking that having a stable income and job would give them the happiness they want. It's not just a cliche, it's truth and reality. Isn't it a pity that you might die at say, 30, and find that all your life, you were just waiting for life to begin? And it never did begin.

Life's too short to do the things you do not love. There must be a balance of passion and reality, I agree, but here and now, are you happy? And if you're not, what can you do within your capacity to change it?

Satisfaction with relationships, satisfaction with work and satisfaction with yourself. If I were to give an honest response to my own question, I would say I recently realised that I'm not. I'm deeply unhappy about the things I'm doing, even though I continue to be enthusiastic about them and continue to take on things. I have withdrawn into myself more than I have ventured out to understand and know people. I find myself regretting/being upset with a lot of the decisions I've made and actions I've taken (and I've found that going out of sync with yourself is one area where unhappiness tends to begin). This semester has been rather dissatisfying. I haven't been spending my time well, nor spending it the way I should. I'm still figuring out what I'm doing.  

I remember one moment in this semester, that as I saw a friend and smiled in greeting, I felt genuine happiness and I knew what genuine happiness felt like again. Not so much because of my friend or anything, but because it had been a good week. Haha actually I noticed that my good weeks are when I have spent more time with God (prayer meeting, QT) than on activities, and when I don't I tend to be more worn out/grumpy and see it as a week that wasn't well-spent. That's just a personal observation. 

As for the who part of the question, I guess I would say anyone. There isn't one particular person I would want to ask (or at least not someone that I feel it is for me to ask).

Do you love God?
Around the same time that I was pondering this question, the next question was this: Do you love God? And I realise that as a Christian, this is the more important question to ask. One of the mornings when the question popped up again, "Are you happy?" I felt myself say no. And the next question, "Do you love God?" came quickly after that. The answer was yes, and because of that I was happy. Not in the sense of a sudden mood swing, but being able to say yes, I still love Him, and knowing that at least my relationship with God is right, I was happy about that. This is a happiness that stays regardless of the circumstances. 

In His love,

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Monday, October 14, 2013 | 1:28 PM

Dear D,

You never truly leave, do you? The other day, I dreamt of you, out of nowhere really. In the dream I was dialling your number, and upon waking up, I shockingly realised that even after all these years, things I thought I'd forgotten are still etched in my mind.

So I supposed it'd be fun to key your number onto my dialpad just to see if my subconscious had gotten it right. It had. The moment I punched in the numbers, I knew that it was correct because it felt so natural letting your number slip from my fingers. And being the curious little shit that I am, I decided I needed to know if you were still using this number. Cue stalker app Whatsapp. But I quickly made myself delete your contact before I do something careless or drunk like sending an unintended message.

Many times, I've entertained the idea of establishing contact again, just to check how you are doing. The thing is, I have no right to, because I was the one who initiated breaking us up in the first place. Furthermore, what point is there? You are not who you were six years ago and our friendship can never be the same again. Sometimes I want to know how you're doing and I miss you; but the truth is, I'm missing not you as who you are right now, but what we shared and what you meant to me. There is simply no point in reaching out to you again, and this is what hurts the most because why are we such strangers now? You used to be the best thing that ever happened to me. Yet you have become my only regret.

I regret making that silly suggestion that cut us up. I regret pushing you away when you tried to make things work again. I regret not trying harder for you. I never told you I was sorry for being such a brat. Maybe I should have and maybe we could have magically made up again. Now I can only beat myself up for creating an opportunity to let you go when it was never what I wanted. This experience taught me the greatest lesson of my life: to mean what I say and say what I mean; never play hard to get, never say no when you want yes, never speak of breakups easily. What a valuable lesson, I never had to lose someone this way again. But the cost of losing you still gets too much for me to bear, it's been weighing on me for six years and counting now.

Despite everything that I've said about regret, if I were to look at it from another point of view, I wouldn't trade this brokenness for anything else in the world. I miss your presence in my life more than anything, but sometimes I think your exit was necessary because you completely changed me and shaped me to become who I am today (and I kind of like who I am right now). Also, I wouldn't want my heart to be broken by anyone else but you. Just as how first kisses or virginities should be gifted to those who are worth it, I'm glad a piece of my heart was lost to you of all people.

Here is the best way to sum up all the feelings I have towards you: If I were offered only one wish, I would use it on you. Because I know I can control everything that's going on for me, but I've got no clue how I can make your life better than how I left it. So, I wish for your happiness every day of your life.

P > L + X (did, do, and always will),

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Sunday, October 6, 2013 | 1:24 AM

Sorry for the slightly late post this week! It's recess week and I've been rather busy, what with an outing with Stella (will post about it soon!), project meetings and salsa camp.

I've been meaning, on various occasions, to talk about my insecurities regarding my physical appearance, but I just never took the time out to really think about it and frame my thoughts properly. Also, I guess I'm still kind of afraid of saying all this out loud in a public domain. After all, these are things I'm not confident about, so obviously I would be reluctant to share. But I guess if I really want to not mind it I would have to first not mind talking about it yes? So here goes~

I don't think I'm very unattractive. I don't think I'm pretty, but sometimes when I look in the mirror (without my specs on, hahaha), I'm not really unhappy with how I look. So that's alright. What I really mind, though, are my thighs and (lack of) chest. Number 1 would be thighs, because it's hard(er) to conceal, especially for people like me who prefer wearing skirts or shorts, so my legs would seem longer (I'm not tall). I've always been very envious of girls with long and slim legs, who look good in any type of bottoms. I don't fancy the super thin ones; just the average slim would be good enough. I get it that even those girls think they have fat thighs and some tell me I'm fine. But it's not like I can't compare and see for myself. I've considered liposuction (not very seriously -- ie, haven't done the research and all), but some things just keep bugging me.

1. I am very aware of how feeling so insecure about my physical appearance is shallow and a product of society (even if it's a very entrenched one and obviously guys are more attracted to good-looking girls). I know it shouldn't be something I should be ashamed of, especially since it's probably genetic (I'm not fat elsewhere, in my opinion), and I know if I could get past this barrier I'd be a lot happier. I'm worried about how really taking the plunge to undergo plastic surgery would be conceding defeat in my struggle to attain that elusive state at which I would not mind my imperfections. I'm afraid I'd be a failure, a weak creature in my own eyes, someone who succumbed to societal pressure. In recent years I've taken steps to try to better myself and become a more positive person, and I really don't wish to admit to myself that yes, I'm a very weak person after all.

2. If a person likes me romantically in spite of the way I look, then that would be someone worthier than anyone who'd like me after I've become slimmer and prettier. And I feel hypocritical about this because I'm attracted to good-looking guys too. If I'm only interested in such guys what gives me the right to have a good-looking guy who likes me in spite of how I look? And there are just way too many other thoughts about this that don't really have a time and place here.

3. You can't run from genetics. They will appear in your offspring sooner or later. I really don't want to have to explain myself to my daughter, and to have to try and convince her that yes, fat thighs and a small chest are okay and you shouldn't care about what other people think, when her mother herself went under the knife. I want to be able to tell her, look, it does not matter and it shouldn't dictate the way you lead your life, and heck those boys, the right one will come.

4. I'm not 100% sure I can't get rid of my thigh fat through exercise. I've never been a fan of exercise, though recently I've started getting more accustomed and accepting of the idea of it. (One day I'll talk about exercise - keep reminding me!) I've read somewhere that thigh fat is especially hard to reduce, though not impossible. And it has to be coupled with at least 4 or 5 times of cardio exercise (running, swimming, dancing etc) a week. My mum believes it's not really possible since it's genetic and all. I started some thigh exercises a couple of weeks back but I've been slacking off. And the cardio plan isn't working out either... my dance classes aren't as intensive as cardio would require. And I don't run enough. I think if I'm hardworking and persistent enough I just might succeed, so lipo is the easy way out. And I don't like the idea of easy-way-outs. 

Because of the above reasons, I don't think I want to undergo cosmetic surgery. Truth be told, there are good days, and there are bad days. Some days I feel all motivated and 'positive spirit-infused' and I start to believe one day I'll be free of my own shackles, while on particularly bad days I hate how I look and I detest even more how I feel so unhappy in my own skin. Now I think the struggle will always be there; I should consider it progress made if I manage to decrease the number of times and the intensity of those feelings when they surface. If on an average day I'm happy with how I look, I think I'll be fine.

I'm still struggling, and I'm still trying. Still trying to slim down, still fervently wishing I didn't care about slimming down. I wish society's definition of beauty wasn't defined this way, but then that's too much to wish for. I really admire people who truly feel confident (at least on most days) regardless of how they look or weigh, and I hope all girls can grow to feel that way someday.

All the best to my comrades out there. You're not alone. Be brave, be strong, and we'll conquer this.

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Wednesday, October 2, 2013 | 2:35 PM

I've never really been a big fan of cosmetic surgery, but if I could redo life I would want to take better care of my eyes from young. I remember I cried when I first learned I had to wear glasses.

When I was really young, I vowed that I would never allow myself to wear glasses. And I was quite happy in Primary 1 and 2. It never occurred to me that reading a lot of books endlessly would mean having to wear glasses one day. In P3, we had our routine health check that included the eye test. And then I learnt I had to wear glasses. And I cried, and one of my friends came to comfort me and good-naturedly said, "Aiya you read so much, of course you'll have to wear glasses!" Which I appreciated even though it didn't make me feel any better about the glasses.

I get snappish when I have to walk around without my glasses because it makes me feel very vulnerable when people can see me but they, and the rest of the world, are a blur to me. I have very brief thoughts of lasik, mainly because I feel that if I'm telling people they're pretty awesome anyway, without the dieting and cosmetic surgery etc, then I should feel comfortable in my own skin too.

Haha but now, I wouldn't do lasik even if I could and even if I didn't have these personal convictions. Because my glasses cover my eyebags, and make me look less like a panda!

Oh and maybe if I were a little taller...does that count as cosmetic surgery?

In the past I didn't really like my nose, because my dad told me that if you sneezed a lot your nose would become bigger. And one day I just happened to think it must have come true because I suddenly felt my nose looked bigger than normal, but now I'm okay with it. I think I wouldn't be me if I had any other nose.

I think compared to most girls, I'm less critical of myself and my appearances. Until people point out stuff to me and then I get more sensitive about them, but after a while I stop caring so much. I think it's more important to grow to love yourself, and your imperfections no? Like after many years, new flaws will appear or old ones will make a comeback, and it gets kind of futile. But learning to love yourself as your grow old, it's progress made you know!

Stay lovely!

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Tuesday, October 1, 2013 | 12:00 AM

"What If: Cosmetic Surgery" was meant to be something along the lines of, what if you could have any cosmetic procedures done at absolutely no cost at all. (That's the beauty, isn't it. It's easy to say you wouldn't engage the services of any surgeon if you're not willing to pay for it. But if it's free to you, why not.) So here's my list of procedures I would love to get done:

1. Chemical Peel

What chemical peel does is minimise the appearance of acne, chicken pox, and other scars. I'm most attracted to this procedure because I really want to experience having good skin for once. My teenage years were spent battling acne, and I'm still not spared from spots and oil bumps and scars now that I've left teenagehood behind. I honestly believe that chemical peel would do my face some good, and this is one cosmetic procedure that I can actually see myself forking out the money to do.

2. Eyelid Surgery

I have really small eyes, and I'd like to think that getting a double-eyelid done would make my eyes appear larger. Granted, eyelid sticker has the same effect as well, but I don't use it, and it's just more convenient if the double eyelid is permanent. Plus, it's so much easier to apply eyeliner on double eyelids, I swear. What a silly vain reason, but it's actually a legit reason why I'd wanna go for double-eyelid surgery if I could.

My slightly larger eyes from makeup = same
size as my friend who has zero eye-makeup.

3. Lasik

I know wearing circle lenses can make one's eyes look really pretty, but I'd rather not. Because, truthfully, I'm too afraid of contact lenses: Scared to put it into my eye and to remove it; And scared of infections because I am too prone to carelessness. So, lasik is another procedure that I'd pay to get done because I think it's worth it.

At parties where I'm without glasses, I am half-blind the whole time.

4. Liposuction

Everyone knows that exercise is the best way to get rid of fats, but some fats (mainly those on my arms, hips, and thighs) just seem stubborn no matter what. I would like to believe that once I've lipo-ed the fats away, I'd put in more effort to watch what I'm eating so that I wouldn't gain back all the fats.

Yep, no more bacon&cheese&beef burgers for me. Really...

Right now, I'm not feeling too bad about my choice. 3 out of 4 are going 'back-to-basics' like having baby skin, eyesight that I was born with, and a skinny me which I can find in some older photos. Only getting a double-eyelid is changing my features, but admit it, if you were offered free surgery you would do it too. However, I wouldn't wanna do drastic things like changing the shape of my eye, or inserting silicone into my nose, or getting fillers. Basically, no overhaul of my face because I want my oldest friends to still be able to recognise me. Plus, I generally like the way my face looks.

Regarding imperfections (that I cannot do much to correct): There are so many things I could be displeased with my body. Quoting Regina George, I've got man shoulders. Actually,
Karen: God. My hips are huge!
Gretchen: Oh please. I hate my calves.
Regina: At least you guys can wear halters. I've got man shoulders.
Gretchen: My hairline is so weird.
Regina: My pores are huge.
Karen: My nail beds suck.
Everything pretty much applies to me. Yes, including the smallest thing like hairline because I've got a heart shape face and I find it really weird when I pull all my hair back. Add in a short neck, and lack of height, I feel like a disaster. :(

FML, right now I feel like there is nothing redeeming about my body, hahahah. Time for some Ed Sheeran's comforting lyrics and One Direction's loving gazes.


Love (endlessly),

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Tuesday, September 10, 2013 | 12:11 AM

Since I'm not a particularly picky friend, I'm gonna assume this theme is about relationship dealbreakers. I'm sure there are many relationship dealbreakers out there, but these are my top five. Here goes:

1. Dishonesty/ Not open to communication 

How else are we suppose to figure out our issues? If you need some time, let me know that you need to sort things out within yourself, and I'll respect that you need to be left alone for a while. Don't simply close up and sweep the issues under the carpet. Our relationship will never work out if you are consistently unhappy, but refuse to tell me what is annoying you. And if you wait until six months later to unload all your resentment on me, sorry I've had enough and I'm out, because why didn't you want to iron things out at that moment in time?

 2. Not being able to handle finances

I don't want to wonder how we're going to save up for an apartment while he is busy purchasing the newest iPad when he's got every single older model lying around in his room. I don't need to eat at fancy restaurants all the time, I don't need expensive gifts every monthsary, I just need you to show me that you'll pay the bill on time instead of splurging on the 20th new-phone-of-the-year. I guess it also shows the lack of responsibility, or even worse, the lack of a brain.

3. Lacks ambition

I'm a female, I need to feel like my partner is able to provide for the family. So if you cannot see where you wanna go in 5 years time and lack the drive to work hard for a decent lifestyle, then it's hard for me to picture a future together with you. I'm just not the type of girl who's prepared to ride it out without being able to what's ahead of me, and I'd hate for my partner to be this way because it makes me feel so insecure.

4. Being possessive

I'm not sure if it's me being an Aquarius obsessing over my ~space and freedom~, but I think I abhor possessiveness a lot more than the next girl. I absolutely cannot stand it when my guy gets possessive in the slightest way, especially if it's a new relationship that cannot be compared to my friendships that have been forged since almost forever. I understand and even appreciate the occasional jealousy, and I'd try my best to reassure my guy (hang out in groups instead of one-one-one, less physical affection like hugs, etc.), but I expect him to not suffocate me. Once I feel like he's gonna make me choose between him whom I've dated for a while and my buddies whom I've known for most of my life, I'm gonna drop him.

5. Awful sex

That douchebag who never agrees to explore what you wanna try, yet is unwilling to accept a "I'm not ready for that yet" for those you're hesitant about. Or that scumbag who provides zero foreplay, doesn't see a point in kissing you, and won't even bother looking at you. Or even that asswipe who sees only boobs and ass and vagina, and makes you gag. (I'm not even sure if I intended the pun, it just rolled off my tongue fingers.) Basically, no girl deserves to be stuck with a guy who makes every sex feel like bad sex. I guess from here you can tell my view about PMS.

I've been told it's odd that cheating, one of the most common dealbreakers, isn't one of my top five. To be frank, I don't totally believe in faithfulness, I think people just don't (allow themselves to) get tempted enough. I'm not saying I will cheat, or I will expect my partner to cheat; I'm just saying there's always a chance that anyone will experience infidelity. If he still wants me back, I might just take him back, which is why this is not in my top five. It's not the smartest thing to do, but it's something that I will very likely do. Conversely, if my relationship ends, it's not because I was butthurt at being cheated on, but because I don't need a guy whose heart is no longer with me. I just expect honesty over loyalty, y'know? Like if there's a girl coming into the picture, prepare me as soon as you can, and you can be with her without having to cheat on me. Or else it will get messy for her and you and me, when it doesn't have to be that way. You get what I mean? I'm not even sure if I make sense right now, but yea, that's just what I think.

I have rambled far too much now... But there you go, my top five dealbreakers!

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Saturday, August 24, 2013 | 1:07 AM

This post is inspired by a certain post on a friend's blog, and I think it appropriate to add a disclaimer here that this is purely my own views on the issue, something I've come to understand for myself over the years.

Appreciation is not a straightforward emotion. It is not a strong, direct feeling like anger, sadness or elation. It is nuanced. It is a mild thing that you express or feel when someone does something nice for you. But more often than not, we are also obliged to express our appreciation in regard to something someone thought it was nice to do for you.

The thing is, you can't truly feel appreciative of something that holds little or no value to you, even if the person who gave it to you feels otherwise. You can pretend to be thankful, but really, all you can be thankful for is the effort the person put in, believing you would like it.

When the value two people place on the same thing is different, the mismatch results in one party feeling bad to the other for not being truly appreciative, while the other becomes upset that the recipient has an obvious lack of regard for what he/she thinks is important.

If you really want to do something nice for someone, think about what that person places high value on, not what you place high value on. Putting that person's values above your own is a surer way to please him/her. And anyway, if you truly want to do something you think is nice for someone, then please refrain from expecting appreciation and just do it for the sake of doing it. I know how under-appreciated we all feel when something we do is disregarded, but I'm starting to learn how to expect things from people based on their values, not my own. Thinking from their perspectives helped to shape some of the choices I've made these past few months. It's not easy and it can be heartbreaking when it goes against the choices you might have made on your own free will, but if you care, if you really want to care for someone, then that person's feelings take priority over yours. Even if that means stopping or being less persistent about 'caring' for that person. (Of course this is a general statement and is not meant to be applied to every situation and aspect.)

It's not that you yourself doesn't matter. It's important to be true to yourself, but that's just exactly it: be true to yourself. Once it concerns another person, you can't just think of yourself. The world is full of complex beings who have their own set of value judgment. Show some toleration and spare some thought for their feelings. You would think people would do that for the ones they care about, but it's astounding just how many of these well-intentioned actions are actually well-intentioned towards themselves. I have to admit I'm guilty of that sometimes. Perhaps most of us are. It's easy to fall into the trap of thinking you're doing something nice for someone (thereby warranting their appreciation) when you're just doing it because it makes you feel good (that you are doing something nice for that person).

I think I probably strayed a little bit. Bottom line is, for recipients of supposed well-intentioned gifts or actions, express your appreciation, even if it's just for the effort. Because you, too, have to take into account the giver's feelings. It's socially expected (and on social expectations, there're lots to talk about but it's for another day). For 'givers', think about how what you want to do would affect the intended recipient. Think about his/her values, not your own. It's like choosing a birthday present. You'd want to get something he/she would like, not what you would like.

I hope this post isn't misunderstood to be targeted. It's meant to be an expression of my own views for everyone else. You may not agree with some of my opinions, but if this strikes a chord within you, please do yourself a favour and reflect upon it to see whether, perhaps, what I say makes sense. If it doesn't, then oh well, nevermind.

All the best,

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Saturday, August 10, 2013 | 12:56 PM

I recently chanced upon this article, here's an excerpt:
Dolphins have the longest lasting social memory ever recorded for a non-human, according to new research that leaves open the possibility that dolphins possess the world’s most impressive memories.

Dolphins have what are known as “signature whistles” that function like their individual names plus added information, such as sex, size and health status. Humans have something similar. When a person says his or her name aloud, for example, listeners may infer additional information. For example, a large man with a head cold is more likely than certain others to have a loud, deep and nasally voice. Figuring these sorts of things out among humans is not an exact science, though, as a short guy with a booming voice might prove.

At any rate, dolphins each have their own signature whistles, and other dolphins certainly pay attention to them, as Bruck determined.

He played recordings of signature whistles to dolphins that had once lived with the animals that made the calls. He also played recordings of dolphins that the listeners had never met.

Bruck found that “dolphins get bored quickly listening to signature whistles from dolphins they don’t know.” When they heard calls from their long-lost friends, however, the dolphins immediately perked up.

“When they hear a dolphin they know, they often quickly approach the speaker playing the recording,” Bruck explained. “At times they will hover around, whistle at it, try to get it to whistle back.”

In one notable example, a female dolphin named Bailey, now aged 24, heard the signature whistle of another female named Allie, whom she had not seen in more than 20 years. The two females used to share digs at Dolphin Connection in the Florida Keys.

Bailey appeared to be thrilled to hear the recording of her old buddy, and tried to communicate back.

There is little doubt that relationships among these animals are deep and meaningful. The findings also indicate that these are highly intelligent animals capable of very complex mental processing.

Their communications are equally complex, such that Bruck and some other researchers now wonder if dolphins have their own language. The creation and possession of language has never technically been applied to any species other than humans.

“We know they use these signatures like names, but we don’t know if the name stands for something in their minds the way a person’s name does for us,” Bruck said. “We don’t know yet if the name makes a dolphin picture another dolphin in its head.”

For his next round of research, Bruck said, “That’s my goal — show whether the call evokes a representational mental image of that individual.”
You probably didn't read all of it, but if you did, a trophy to you. Long story short, dolphins are found to have incredible social memory, and are suspected to have their own language.

Picture of a dolphin because who doesn't like looking at dolphins?

Since young, I've always been pretty uncomfortable when people referred to the sounds crows made as 'noise'. What, are crows simply nature's accessories meant to sit quietly in the trees as decoration? Yes, the crows' incessant cries may be annoying to our ears, but do they not deserve to interact with their mates as well? (Hmm crows' rights. And ravens are so much noisier than crows, trust me.)

Isn't it incredibly pompous to think that we are the only animals who can communicate using language? And isn't it even more conceited to think that all animals should interact the way we do, as if our way is the only/ cleverest way to communicate?

In fact, while reading children books and watching 101 Dalmations, I've wondered if all animals are capable of speaking to one another without humans knowing. Do you remember how the dogs and horse basically saved all the dalmations, while the people could barely do anything? What if everything in nature could shout secrets, and humans are the only ones left out? What if we are the ignorant ones?

What if, huh?

I'm aware I sound a little crazy (this is kinda thoughnotreally what I meant when I mentioned I have uncommon ideas in my introduction), and I shall end this here. Dismiss this entry if you'd like, but if you're actually pondering, please comment/ hit me up, we could be friends.

Kinda wack,

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Wednesday, July 31, 2013 | 12:22 AM

Why is my Whatsapp message not getting sent?
Are you kidding me, why is my data not working?
Is this really happening again?
Maybe it'll come back after a while, it often does.
I'm so annoyed right now.
Can my message just get sent?!
Maybe I'll scroll through Instagram while waiting.
Oh crap, Instagram can't load without the internet as well.
I'll just go to bed.
Why is it not working...
Why is it not...
Why is it...
Why is...
Why...
Nice and sunny today! Wonder if it'll rain later.
Accuweather requires the internet too.
My life is getting ruined because I don't know if I should dress for rain.
I really want to know the weather for the rest of the day.
Maybe I can try restarting my phone.
This usually goes away after I restart my phone.
I hope it works this time.
No it's not working.
I give up.
I'm not giving up.
I'll remove my battery and try again.
Why not I remove my sim card as well.
Please work.
Why does it not work?!
What is wrong with my phone?!?!?!!!!!
Maybe I should change my phone.
But there's nothing wrong with my phone!!!!
Perhaps I'll call the help centre.
I'll just wait a little while more, cause it usually comes back.
It's been two days it's not coming back!
C'mon Maddie you gotta do something.
I'll check all the settings right now.
Mobile network settings sounds about right.
Access point names.
ACCESS POINT NAMES.
OMG THE APN.
I want to punch myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why didn't I think of this sooner?!??!!!!!!
What screwed with the APN?!?!?!!!!!
Whatever, I'm changing it back.
Please let this work.
I think it's coming back.
I see the H sign.
IT SEEMS LIKE IT'S COME BACK.
I'm gonna test it with a whatsapp message.
IT GOT SENT.
Why are you not replying.
Please reply so I know this works.
I'LL TRY INSTAGRAM.
I can see the latest pictures!!!!!!!!
THIS WORKS.
I am a genius.
Wow, why am I such a genius?
I think I should be awarded a prize.
No, seriously, I'll text my friends and let them know I deserve a prize.
Is it really already 12:52am?
What exhausting 2 days of not having mobile data.
I am so dependent on the internet that it's ridiculous.
Ridiculously funny.
Oh, a friend just Whatsapped me to ask if I'm going for lecture tomorrow!
I guess I am because I RECEIVED A WHATSAPP MESSAGE ABOUT GOING TO LECTURE.
I can go to bed now.
I should go to bed now.
But I'm so happy.
What do I do with all this adrenaline.
I shall blog about it!

Trying to go to bed,

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