Insanely INsane Am I!

Okay, this post is only coz I'm feeling guilty for neglecting this poor page. I don't really have anything to say at this point.. Nothing specific anyway. So I'll just type and see what my fingers produce. Rest assured, I am SO not thinking as I'm writing this. At least not consciously.

Or wait. Do I ever think in the first place? Coz I don't quite seem to, sometimes. I mean, I have a real knack of getting myself into the most awkward of positions! Mainly coz I absolutely refuse to use the tiny bit of grey matter that hasn't yet evaporated from the poor, under-used thing I call my "brain". [Yes Ju, unlike yours, I still have a LITTLE left intact *grins wickedly*]

Oh yes. We have just found out why they call the whole love-thingy (or is it lust?? :P), Chemistry. Things like attraction between different charges, and stuff, how one atom has an affinity towards another because of certain conditions, and is repulsed by others...

And this thing called polarising power and polarisibility. Which is, the ability of an atom to form bonds, and the ability to allow those bonds to be formed, respectively. At least, that's the general idea. Anyway, it's amazing how very like humans these atom thingamajigs are. An atom with high polarising power isn't necessarily able to form bonds, not unless the other atom's polarisibility is high enough for it to. And in regular relationships... Aren't we all like that?

How cool is chemistry, man! Haha! And you know something? I think my teachers have romance on the brain. Just the other day our Bio teacher was describing irreversible andreversible inhibitors (in enzyme activity) and she asks a what sort of bond the reversible inhibitor forms with the enzyme, and all of a sudden she goes, "Engagement bond!"

And we're all like, HUH?

Apparently, the bond isn't called an engagement bond. D'oh. She just meant that the reversible inhibitor's bond is like an engagement - it can be broken. But the irreversible inhibitor's bond cannot be broken, therefore it is like a marriage. Coz, y'know, enzymes don't have solicitors and stuff. No courts, so divorce isn't an option for them. Teehee.

And we also found out that 3/4 of the guys in my class are really old-fashioned blokes. Teacher asked them whether any of them wanted a wife who worked, and there was this resounding "NO!" that basically, made me and my friend burst out laughing - in shock. As in shocked laughter. Y'know? Man! Apa la ni... All fellas want housewifes ah? Habislah aku! I shall die a spinster in the throes of feminism.

Or I shall just avoid marrying any of my classmates. Muahahaha. Unless... all men think like that? OH NO! Damn.

I am doomed! Doomed I tell you!

And I shall stop now. Apparently, not thinking isn't a very good idea with me. Toodles all!

[I'd appreciate it if you didn't call up the Happy Hospital. Just this once. Please? THANK YOU!! *hugs and kisses everyone*]