I actually first heard about it from gossip magazines (not very trustworthy, i know) where the story claimed that a few celebrities were using it for healthy weight loss purposes. As a female, i became naturally drawn to the article.
Then i started researching a little bit on it and realized that the hypnotherapy trend is growing with time. I even found out that hypnotherapy is actually included in my health insurance. yeay! Apparently, there are plenty of clinics in Sydney that offer hypnotherapy and i was quite amazed when i read about its various functions.
It can allegedly help you in:
-weight loss/ weight maintanance
-insomnia
-anxiety
-stress
-quitting smoking
-study better (improve your concentration and motivation)
-eating disorders (bullimia, anorexia, binge eating)
-phobias
-healing
and the results are permanent too! There are countless testimonials on an array of websites . There's always the doubt that hypnotherapy sessions are rip-offs and you only feel the effects after A LOT of sessions. But i found one clinic which said it usually only takes 2-3 sessions to work. A patient can feel the differene in a single session.
It said that, however, patients should WANT and should come up with REAL reasons as to why, for example, you want to quit smoking. It can't be because your wife is nagging at you. It can be reasons such as you feel guilty when you smoke, you actually hate yourself for being dependent on it so much, an so on. The therapist will help you instill your reasons in you when you are in your subconcious state and motivation boost is therefore guaranteed.
It's also not that scary, because you will be awake throughout the whole session and half-alert, so the therapist cannot make you do something that is not out of your will, such as dance topless. I've heard stories where people who have been smoking a pack a day for 14 years suddenly quit, because they now feel 'cigarettes are disgusting.' And people will anorexia suddenly snap and become healthy, eating healty meals at a regular basis instead and working out.
Being the curious kid that i am, i've decided that i'm actually gonna try hypnotherapy. soon! =)
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
blogging snogging
public displays of affection are spontaneous, and undoubtedly sweet. but when too much is just too much and you become compelled to say "Get a room!"
I've personally witnessed quite a range of public snogging episodes all across the globe.
But nothing beats this one. It was in Singapore and being an Asian country, the durian fruit is quite a popular choice amongst all age groups. Now, we all know durian is partly banned in Australia and that's because it smells pungent and can become pretty repulsive to those who aren't used to it. But to durian lovers, the fruit's a slice of heaven due to its extremely smooth, creamy and sweet texture. So there was a couple enjoying fresh durian being sold at a roadside stall. They were visibly indulging the rich-tasting fruit when mid-way, they spontaneously decided to snog each others' faces off. Nothing unusual, you say. But the thing is, a normal person would actually brush their teeth after eating a durian because the strong aroma gets stuck in your mouth for a rather long time (think cigarettes, but worse). Just imagine having a thick, creamy, sweet thing all over your mouth with a super stench, being warmed by your saliva. So basically, they were mixing that in their mouths. How romantic..
Then there are those who reckon prolonged pash sessions in a parked car on GEORGE STREET with untinted windows are private. My friend and I were waiting for another person in front of a shop when we spotted the lovebirds. At the start, we thought it was perfectly normal and cool. 3 minutes went on, they were still pashing, rotating their heads to certain angles very frequently. We became quite amused and were happy to be an audience to their 'private' make-out session. So amused that we began playing guessing games. 'OH LOOK, she has a present on her lap! Maybe it's her birthday or their anniversary or something..' They were still snogging. 5 minutes later, we had ran out of assumptions and decided that it would be more fun if we just stayed and looked at them. We were quite amazed by the fact that they didn't pause in the least to, well, just pause. How very full-on. When our friend came, we informed her of the entertaining spectacle and walked away, while the passionate lovebirds were STILL snogging away...
I've personally witnessed quite a range of public snogging episodes all across the globe.
But nothing beats this one. It was in Singapore and being an Asian country, the durian fruit is quite a popular choice amongst all age groups. Now, we all know durian is partly banned in Australia and that's because it smells pungent and can become pretty repulsive to those who aren't used to it. But to durian lovers, the fruit's a slice of heaven due to its extremely smooth, creamy and sweet texture. So there was a couple enjoying fresh durian being sold at a roadside stall. They were visibly indulging the rich-tasting fruit when mid-way, they spontaneously decided to snog each others' faces off. Nothing unusual, you say. But the thing is, a normal person would actually brush their teeth after eating a durian because the strong aroma gets stuck in your mouth for a rather long time (think cigarettes, but worse). Just imagine having a thick, creamy, sweet thing all over your mouth with a super stench, being warmed by your saliva. So basically, they were mixing that in their mouths. How romantic..
Then there are those who reckon prolonged pash sessions in a parked car on GEORGE STREET with untinted windows are private. My friend and I were waiting for another person in front of a shop when we spotted the lovebirds. At the start, we thought it was perfectly normal and cool. 3 minutes went on, they were still pashing, rotating their heads to certain angles very frequently. We became quite amused and were happy to be an audience to their 'private' make-out session. So amused that we began playing guessing games. 'OH LOOK, she has a present on her lap! Maybe it's her birthday or their anniversary or something..' They were still snogging. 5 minutes later, we had ran out of assumptions and decided that it would be more fun if we just stayed and looked at them. We were quite amazed by the fact that they didn't pause in the least to, well, just pause. How very full-on. When our friend came, we informed her of the entertaining spectacle and walked away, while the passionate lovebirds were STILL snogging away...
Thursday, November 22, 2007
the REAL reasons why we can't stop smoking
Physical addiction to nicotine is a 'DUH', but here are the rest:
1. What are you gonna do when you chill out at outdoor cafes and your friends are smoking?
2. How do transport yourself from your groggy state to your alert state when you've just woken up?
3. How do you get rid of food taste after meals (mints are sweet, they're still food-ish)?
4. What are you gonna do on your breaks from studying?
5. How do you relieve stress instantly?
6. What are you gonna do when you're driving and you are stuck in traffic jams during peak hours?
7. Qutting smoking makes you gain weight as you end up eating more. What are you gonna do when you are on a diet?
Blindness, lung cancer, heart disease, gangerene, premature aging (=O), fertility problems. The reasons why we choose to ignore these is because we can't manage to change our whole lifestyle instantly for the sake of avoiding complications and death, that we have yet to experience. Put shortly, we haven't learnt our lesson.
But i've come to realise nicotine patches are heaven-sent and works like a miracle! so maybe there's hope for all of us.
1. What are you gonna do when you chill out at outdoor cafes and your friends are smoking?
2. How do transport yourself from your groggy state to your alert state when you've just woken up?
3. How do you get rid of food taste after meals (mints are sweet, they're still food-ish)?
4. What are you gonna do on your breaks from studying?
5. How do you relieve stress instantly?
6. What are you gonna do when you're driving and you are stuck in traffic jams during peak hours?
7. Qutting smoking makes you gain weight as you end up eating more. What are you gonna do when you are on a diet?
Blindness, lung cancer, heart disease, gangerene, premature aging (=O), fertility problems. The reasons why we choose to ignore these is because we can't manage to change our whole lifestyle instantly for the sake of avoiding complications and death, that we have yet to experience. Put shortly, we haven't learnt our lesson.
But i've come to realise nicotine patches are heaven-sent and works like a miracle! so maybe there's hope for all of us.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
the specks of filth - Asia revisited
'Asians are conservative, Westerners are comparatively less so.' If you have never heard of such stereotypes, you've clearly been living under a rock. This entry is a little more than just a public rant, I am to expose the gross side of Asian societies who have too far been recognized for their beauty more than they should be.
For long Asians have been seen as people who are less explicit, less extroverted. One aspect that honestly bugs me though, is their sex tourism industry. Where else can you get your oriental fantasy for the price of a taxi ride? Thailand is known for its rich history and landscape beauty, encompassing the essence of true blissful retreat. But not surprisingly, it is also famous for its sex industry. From gold-digging gogo girls who drug themselves with yarbar (a drug meant to be administered to horses) to stay thin, to vast amounts of katooeys (transvestites) strutting the street in skimpy outfits, to ludicrous sex acts that involve outrages props such as a real snake, Thailand is heaven for the wild. My married cousin and his wife had encountered such sights the last time they visited the country for business purposes. He recounted that they were attempting to acquire local clothing and accessories stock in a market when one Thailand man shoved a menu into my cousin's hands. Perplexed, he surveyed the list. Nothing makes any sense as it was written down in the local language. Confused, he handed it back to the man before he and his wife peeked to see what the shop offers. Apparently, it had been a menu for sex acts. A book titled 'Private Dancer' would most probably interest you as it takes you across cultural boundaries and sheds some light into how the industry works in Thailand, all through the telling of a sad story involving and ex-pat and a gogo girl.
Indonesia doesn't get any better, and it's getting hard to appreciate my home country, really. Claiming itself to be a religious Muslim country, hypocrisy has never taken itself so far. Recently, an expose took shape in the form of a film and book, titled 'Jakarta Undercover.' I personally have zero encounters with the night scene in Indonesia, as we all know political instability and racism makes it almost impossible for a Chinese Indonesian female to be out and about in the night without safe company. The book, based on true findings, listed all of the surprising services available in Indonesia. Massage parlours are pretty popular with all Indonesian males, especially the youths. Sometimes the places can be shabby, sometimes they are extremely high-ends, with private jacuzzis, marble floorings, high thread count egyptian sheets. What repulses me the most is that majority of the youths (sometimes as young as 16, and never been in relationships) takes the habit of visiting X-rated massage parlours to overseas. For the executives, there are more innovate alternatives too. Apparently, you can pick a girl and a chauffeur-driven, expensive SUVs for a ride, literally and otherwise. Private clubs that charge high membership fees offer exotic environments where all patrons must be buck naked to enter. And these are just some of the examples. So much for religion.
Japan, being a developed country with sophisticated technology and impressing standard of living, surprisingly lies almost on the same level as the other two countries. Never have I known an Asian a country more famous for its porn production and wild fetishism.
Married Asian men having secret love children outside marriage, youths exploiting sex industry at such young age, in what way are we less explicit? It is with shame that I silently hope for revolution to come. That I hope higher education would instill more moral, rather than just knowledge.
For long Asians have been seen as people who are less explicit, less extroverted. One aspect that honestly bugs me though, is their sex tourism industry. Where else can you get your oriental fantasy for the price of a taxi ride? Thailand is known for its rich history and landscape beauty, encompassing the essence of true blissful retreat. But not surprisingly, it is also famous for its sex industry. From gold-digging gogo girls who drug themselves with yarbar (a drug meant to be administered to horses) to stay thin, to vast amounts of katooeys (transvestites) strutting the street in skimpy outfits, to ludicrous sex acts that involve outrages props such as a real snake, Thailand is heaven for the wild. My married cousin and his wife had encountered such sights the last time they visited the country for business purposes. He recounted that they were attempting to acquire local clothing and accessories stock in a market when one Thailand man shoved a menu into my cousin's hands. Perplexed, he surveyed the list. Nothing makes any sense as it was written down in the local language. Confused, he handed it back to the man before he and his wife peeked to see what the shop offers. Apparently, it had been a menu for sex acts. A book titled 'Private Dancer' would most probably interest you as it takes you across cultural boundaries and sheds some light into how the industry works in Thailand, all through the telling of a sad story involving and ex-pat and a gogo girl.
Indonesia doesn't get any better, and it's getting hard to appreciate my home country, really. Claiming itself to be a religious Muslim country, hypocrisy has never taken itself so far. Recently, an expose took shape in the form of a film and book, titled 'Jakarta Undercover.' I personally have zero encounters with the night scene in Indonesia, as we all know political instability and racism makes it almost impossible for a Chinese Indonesian female to be out and about in the night without safe company. The book, based on true findings, listed all of the surprising services available in Indonesia. Massage parlours are pretty popular with all Indonesian males, especially the youths. Sometimes the places can be shabby, sometimes they are extremely high-ends, with private jacuzzis, marble floorings, high thread count egyptian sheets. What repulses me the most is that majority of the youths (sometimes as young as 16, and never been in relationships) takes the habit of visiting X-rated massage parlours to overseas. For the executives, there are more innovate alternatives too. Apparently, you can pick a girl and a chauffeur-driven, expensive SUVs for a ride, literally and otherwise. Private clubs that charge high membership fees offer exotic environments where all patrons must be buck naked to enter. And these are just some of the examples. So much for religion.
Japan, being a developed country with sophisticated technology and impressing standard of living, surprisingly lies almost on the same level as the other two countries. Never have I known an Asian a country more famous for its porn production and wild fetishism.
Married Asian men having secret love children outside marriage, youths exploiting sex industry at such young age, in what way are we less explicit? It is with shame that I silently hope for revolution to come. That I hope higher education would instill more moral, rather than just knowledge.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
the physically, and the emotionally handicapped.
I've been having very nasty experiences with people (or things, for that matter), for the past week on a daily basis. From extremely IMPATIENT people in the traffic to a woman who thinks it's totally justifiable for her to be extremely rude and irresponsible just because she's in a wheelchair. And for your information, those examples are two completely different stories altogether, so don't be too hasty as to draw an invisible line to connect them! Anyway, these awful encounters are turning my world upside down and ruining my days to the extent where I am just left constantly exhausted. Just yesterday night, I was contemplating if I should get myself acquainted with a psychiatrist so I can just ram my problems up her/his ears and get her/him to feed me soothing feedbacks. This is probably greatly aided by the fact that i am having boyfriend problems.
YOU: OoOOoOHhHh bOYfRiEnd ProBLeMsS~~~ EVERY girl has them, deal with it.
ME: Mine run deeper, trust me.
I have been having very vivid dreams about me breaking up with my boyfriend. I can tell you that I have had approximately 20 of such dreams in the past month. And boy, are they emotionally exhausting. They basically have similar plots with different backgrounds, dialogues and endings. Last night's one was particularly interesting, with me breaking it off in fragmented, heated arguments and he agreeing to the break. The ending was very nice, with him acquiring a new chick in no time and me being angry at him, but mostly me. This dream was followed by another crap dream whereby my dad ditched me for a glam outing with my sister and someone else.
Naturally, i woke up feeling pissed, for the millionth time. My boyfriend had unfortunately greeted me with a, "You should've told me earlier, like last night," when i enquired him about my computer's problem with internet explorer AND microsoft word. Well, I did tell him. The slightest comment ticked me off instantly and I snapped out of my groggy trance to semi-yell "I said I'll do the assignment in your computer this morning, but you said you'll download the things for me so I don't have to wake up early. Nevermind! I'll just do it in your computer now." Righty-o. Good on me, good on me. So, my boyfriend ended up telling me that I shouldn't have gotten so angry and spoke so coarsely and that pretty much starts my day today.
I no longer know who or what to blame. I'm a complete guilt wreck because it was our anniversary yesterday. Gosh, I never meant this entry to be so personal but man, ain't I carried away.
On to the story with the handicapped woman. I've put up advertisements complete with pictures and details in many places as I'm trying to sell my dog. When one called me asking if the dog was still for sale, i was extremely delighted. I went on to say yes, and person A said he would like to buy it. The conversation goes something like this,
Me: Would you like me to bring him (the dog) so you can see him first?
A: No that's fine, I'll buy him straight away.
Me: Oh okay. So is it confirmed? Because if it is I'll gather the paperworks, and also include his new outdoor kennel and toys and new food supplies that I have and give them to you for free upon purchase.
A: Oh yeah great.
Me: So when do you want me to give him to you?
A: As soon as possible please.
Me: How does tomorrow sound? At about 10 - 11 am?
A: That's fine. I'll give you my address.
So I had to do a practice run to his house the night before because it's extremely far away from my house and I was honestly clueless as to where is it. The next morning, I had to wake up at 8 am, lift my dog's 30 kg kennel by myself and shove it into the front seat of my temporary car, because my dad had crashed my original car when he visited me a week ago. Shove! Shoveeee! My temporary car is a small car, so the kennel wouldn't fit into the boot. It only had 2 doors, so I couldn't fit it into the backseat. It had to be on the front seat, with the seat leaning 180 degrees backwards as to form a parallel line with the ground. Great, how am I supposed to drive across highways that I'm unfamiliar to, with the distraction of a giant kennel beside me, and a hyperactive dog (The dog will get carsick and puke it if I put him in a carrier). Anyways, I managed to successfully deliver the dog and everything, but they ended up NOT buying the dog and everything. Why?
Handicapped woman, A's girlfriend: The dog is too big, we can't have him in the unit.
Me: Didn't you see the picture on the advertisement?
A: No. We heard about it by phone.
Me: I asked you if you wanted to see the dog first, you didn't want to.
handicapped woman: Yes but that's because we thought it was a tiny, furry kind of thing.
Me: Excuse me, never did I once mention the word 'tiny', nor 'furry' on the phone.
A & handicapped woman: Yes but that's what we heard.
Me: Well, let me tell you. On the advertisement, it says JACK RUSSEL TERRIER x maltese, it has PICTURES, and DETAILS.
Handicapped woman: Sorry, it's just not something we wanted.
And they both went into the house without saying thank you very much, or sorry for the inconvenience, or can we offer to pay you fuel money.
I was white hot with rage. Which DUMB person would say they would buy a dog straight away without looking at the picture, or without asking me for details when she could have? Especially so if she had wanted to put the dog on her lap. I mean, how dumb can things get? I stayed in my car in front of her house crying for half an hour. I had 2 hours of sleep last night, I wrote them a two-page letter on the dog and wishing them well, I had backaches from spending so much time stuffing the gigantic kennel into the car, I had stayed calm in the traffic jams earlier, I was half lost in a complex so far away, the car is full of dog fur, my fuel's depleting rapidly, I was a complete mess.
Oh well, bad month for me. Anyways, got to go!
YOU: OoOOoOHhHh bOYfRiEnd ProBLeMsS~~~ EVERY girl has them, deal with it.
ME: Mine run deeper, trust me.
I have been having very vivid dreams about me breaking up with my boyfriend. I can tell you that I have had approximately 20 of such dreams in the past month. And boy, are they emotionally exhausting. They basically have similar plots with different backgrounds, dialogues and endings. Last night's one was particularly interesting, with me breaking it off in fragmented, heated arguments and he agreeing to the break. The ending was very nice, with him acquiring a new chick in no time and me being angry at him, but mostly me. This dream was followed by another crap dream whereby my dad ditched me for a glam outing with my sister and someone else.
Naturally, i woke up feeling pissed, for the millionth time. My boyfriend had unfortunately greeted me with a, "You should've told me earlier, like last night," when i enquired him about my computer's problem with internet explorer AND microsoft word. Well, I did tell him. The slightest comment ticked me off instantly and I snapped out of my groggy trance to semi-yell "I said I'll do the assignment in your computer this morning, but you said you'll download the things for me so I don't have to wake up early. Nevermind! I'll just do it in your computer now." Righty-o. Good on me, good on me. So, my boyfriend ended up telling me that I shouldn't have gotten so angry and spoke so coarsely and that pretty much starts my day today.
I no longer know who or what to blame. I'm a complete guilt wreck because it was our anniversary yesterday. Gosh, I never meant this entry to be so personal but man, ain't I carried away.
On to the story with the handicapped woman. I've put up advertisements complete with pictures and details in many places as I'm trying to sell my dog. When one called me asking if the dog was still for sale, i was extremely delighted. I went on to say yes, and person A said he would like to buy it. The conversation goes something like this,
Me: Would you like me to bring him (the dog) so you can see him first?
A: No that's fine, I'll buy him straight away.
Me: Oh okay. So is it confirmed? Because if it is I'll gather the paperworks, and also include his new outdoor kennel and toys and new food supplies that I have and give them to you for free upon purchase.
A: Oh yeah great.
Me: So when do you want me to give him to you?
A: As soon as possible please.
Me: How does tomorrow sound? At about 10 - 11 am?
A: That's fine. I'll give you my address.
So I had to do a practice run to his house the night before because it's extremely far away from my house and I was honestly clueless as to where is it. The next morning, I had to wake up at 8 am, lift my dog's 30 kg kennel by myself and shove it into the front seat of my temporary car, because my dad had crashed my original car when he visited me a week ago. Shove! Shoveeee! My temporary car is a small car, so the kennel wouldn't fit into the boot. It only had 2 doors, so I couldn't fit it into the backseat. It had to be on the front seat, with the seat leaning 180 degrees backwards as to form a parallel line with the ground. Great, how am I supposed to drive across highways that I'm unfamiliar to, with the distraction of a giant kennel beside me, and a hyperactive dog (The dog will get carsick and puke it if I put him in a carrier). Anyways, I managed to successfully deliver the dog and everything, but they ended up NOT buying the dog and everything. Why?
Handicapped woman, A's girlfriend: The dog is too big, we can't have him in the unit.
Me: Didn't you see the picture on the advertisement?
A: No. We heard about it by phone.
Me: I asked you if you wanted to see the dog first, you didn't want to.
handicapped woman: Yes but that's because we thought it was a tiny, furry kind of thing.
Me: Excuse me, never did I once mention the word 'tiny', nor 'furry' on the phone.
A & handicapped woman: Yes but that's what we heard.
Me: Well, let me tell you. On the advertisement, it says JACK RUSSEL TERRIER x maltese, it has PICTURES, and DETAILS.
Handicapped woman: Sorry, it's just not something we wanted.
And they both went into the house without saying thank you very much, or sorry for the inconvenience, or can we offer to pay you fuel money.
I was white hot with rage. Which DUMB person would say they would buy a dog straight away without looking at the picture, or without asking me for details when she could have? Especially so if she had wanted to put the dog on her lap. I mean, how dumb can things get? I stayed in my car in front of her house crying for half an hour. I had 2 hours of sleep last night, I wrote them a two-page letter on the dog and wishing them well, I had backaches from spending so much time stuffing the gigantic kennel into the car, I had stayed calm in the traffic jams earlier, I was half lost in a complex so far away, the car is full of dog fur, my fuel's depleting rapidly, I was a complete mess.
Oh well, bad month for me. Anyways, got to go!
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