Sam's

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Chirac, Chirac, Chirac...

Hey! It's been really long since the last time, and I've gotta learn to be more, umm (what's the word?), impulsive, I guess. Writing's always been like that - or at least for me, it has.

I've thought about certain things and I've come to this conclusion: many things that are happening around us are simply moral questions, political questions, or just both. I don't write much about political stuff, because most of the time, it's just BOOOOOOOORING - elections, rallies, Bills, laws, et cetera (oh, just bite me) - but I'll make an exception... =P

Just take a look at the recent Parisian protests. Chirac had better do something about it, and quick, because otherwise, the repercussions would just be too huge to even contemplate. French PM De Villepin's saying that the employment bill's gonna boost the flexibility of the French workforce and, hopefully, attract more foreign investors, and that if President Chirac doesn't back him up, he's gonna resign. But, then, there's a catch to it (the new law): the bill (known as the CPE) will allow employers to hire and fire workers who are 26 and below at any time during their first two years of employment for any reason. Right, so it boosts employment... but what about job security? So it's a question of politics and, more importantly, morals. Is it really fair and, for this matter, practical to approve of a law which on one hand, could (the operational word being, "could") boost employment but on the other hand, will most definitely pulverize any form of job security that the younger generation possesses?

And that's not all. Chirac then is slapped right in the pucker with, yet another predicament: De Villepin's issued his ultimatum - either Chirac supports him full on and not call for any ammendments to the law because, apparently, it would effectively kill the goddamn policy, or he resigns. Wow, what a "great" threat! But losing De Villepin would mean losing his (Chirac's) "politcal son" (yeah, whatever) and chosen heir to presidency. So there's his dillema... Personally, I'd do the Math first before making any stupid decisions if I were him: he's got ONE De Villepin threatening to resign and tens, even hundreds of thousands of young, rash and impulsive French protestors who could potentially, cause a complete, general standstill in France. Now, that's what you call a no-brainer! But what does Chirac do?

Well, according to the CNN, this is what he does: "French President Jacques Chirac has said he will sign the controversial youth job law despite weeks of protest against it, but promised amendments that would weaken two of its most disputed reforms."

Ah ha! So basically, in other words, Chirac has just done the impossible - he's sat on the barbed-wired, E-LEC-TRIC fence that separates the moral from the political issues. How uber smart of him! Maybe he's just growing senile... (oh well, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt) This, essentially, narrows the Chirac's fate to just TWO painful situations: 1.) Chirac falls off the fence so hard, he becomes a paraplegic, or 2.) he's gonna have a SMOKIN' (literally) crotch with hundreds of puncture wounds.

There's your double whammy.... Hehe.

Monday, January 30, 2006

FIX ME!

Before I say anything, I thought you guys might wanna check this out: http://2006.bloggies.com/
It's the Sixth Annual Blogging Awards and the blogs there are really spot on and fantastic. Go have a read before you take a look at my crummy one... =P

31st January 2006

I haven’t been completely honest with myself and this isn’t very pleasant for me to say. But yes, I’m insecure, of course I am (isn’t every teenager my age?) and yes, I’m afraid to write and submit my short story because I’m afraid of rejection, of not knowing or having anything to say. I’m frightened of the darkness of the unknown, the abyss of the undiscovered. I don’t want to venture too far in only to realize there’s no way out other than straight through. It’s too much for me to handle; I’m only 15.
The many things I’ve written before this have sounded somewhat [by the way, I would STRIKE this word out if I knew how, but blogger just doesn't seem to have it] (okay, okay…) very pretentious. I’ve tried being precocious but it defeats the whole, goddamn purpose; I sound absolutely ridiculous and pompous even, when I try too hard. Writing really comes from the inside; it’s impulsive, and that’s the beauty of it all.
I’ve taken less than three minutes to write these two short paragraphs when it would’ve taken me 15 if I actually ‘tried’.
Being honest with myself, for myself, is really a breath of clean, fresh air… I’ve been deceiving myself for ages now and I’ve gotta tell you, the air there really is fucked (pardon my French) up – it’s hot and (OH MY GOD!!) smells of armpit hair. Yuk…
No one really cares about me more than I do myself. I believe this applies for everyone else. If you don’t start being honest to yourself, you’ll never learn to love yourself. You’ll just live off your family’s love, your friend’s care, your partner’s affection, et cetera. And I’m not saying those are bad. It’s just if you don’t start giving yourself some well deserved TLC, you’ll feel out of place no matter how much love you receive, until of course, part of that ‘looove’ comes from yourself.
FYI: I’m not trying to be some Aunt Aggie – man, that name just pushes my buttons – or whatever you call her, giving crappy ‘looove’ advice in some repulsive tabloid. I just felt the need, that sudden, uncontrollable impulse to write. Screw Aunt Aggie, really. =P
They say people change, and I totally agree with that: Nice people just become complete dicks (and my German) while bloody meatheads morph into angels, complete with white, feathered wings and incandescent (wait, that didn’t sound right… oh heck!) haloes. I think I’ve changed as well – I learnt to accept my imperfections.
And FYI2: I’m not trying to glorify all the shit (and my Italian…) I’ve done or the fact that I’ve come to grips with myself. I just feel happy, and that strong, overwhelming desire to write – again…

Looks around, grabs a passer-by by the eyebrows, shakes him hard and yells, “OY! Are you sure there’re no pills for this?”

Fix me dammit, fix me. Geez… And if you wanted to know (which I seriously doubt so) about this writing zeal that I’ve sort of ‘contracted’, it came from these two sites – there’s this really great vibe from them, I mean really, really great:
Karen Cheng – www.karencheng.com.au
Girl with a one-track mind – www.girlwithaonetrackmind.blogspot.com

Okey dokey, I’m completely zonked – It’s 1:31 AM and I haven’t caught a bloody wink… Cheers.

Sam

Monday, January 09, 2006

Sexual Slavery

I saw an episode on Oprah about child trafficking and I had sometthing to say .

I can’t understand how people can live through such hell without ever going insane. Maybe they’re already broken into a million little pieces on the inside, but on the outside, they’ve gone completely numb – brutalized by the relentless sexual abuse.
Child trafficking is without a bloody doubt, the worst manmade disaster that can and already has happened to the world; and it’s the closest thing to the Gates of Hell one can ever get – alive. No one deserves this kind of torment. No goddamned one.
But its very existence points out something too absurd to comprehend: people are letting our children, the Children of the World, to go through such torture.
Poverty strikes yet again, driving impoverished families to their very limits, so much so that they have to sell their daughters as sex slaves for money, some as young as five! A billion people are getting by on less than a dollar a day, and this has driven them to the brink of their desperation.
But whatever the reasons, there are no excuses or justifications to sell your own flesh and blood to sick perverts to satisfy their twisted, sadomasochistic desires.

These perverts, have they no conscience?
They obviously know it’s wrong but derive pleasure from the taboo of it all.
These freaks of nature, have they no hearts?
They’re sick, demented men who seek enjoyment from the cries and screams and pleas of helpless children born to sex slavery.

Worst, these crackpots claim that having sex with young children will boost their sex drives. What bullsh*t!
If they think shagging a five-year-old would actually give them anything, then I’d say have a nice trip to Hell because the only thing they’ll be receiving is the torture of the damned.
And considering the pain, the trauma and the psychological damage they’ve caused to all those children, they should be thanking their lucky stars because a one-way beeline trip straight for Hell will be a damned gift.

Sexual slavery is among the sickest, most inhumane creations of Mankind and it frustrates the sh*t out of me. It’s a savage monster, growing sickeningly and steadily in strength every time a child becomes a sex slave. Children (boys and girls) as young as six are literally deceived into giving ‘blowjobs’ – oral sex – to adult men, thinking they are some kind of a game.
The most disgusting and heinous thing of it all is the people who con them into doing this: their mothers, sisters and aunts.
To think there would be some kind of a sense of sisterhood between the girls and their families to protect them from the trauma and emotional strain…
To think they would resort to humiliating themselves and exploiting their children and their safety to earn money…
I know they’re desperate and hard-up for money, but this is plain immoral.
There’s definitely got to be some other sources of income. There has to be…

Sexual slavery is prevalent in South Asia and an estimated two million youths there are sexually abused and sold. This is seriously utter bullsh*t. Parents should be the ones to protect their children from abuse and exploitation, not expose them to it.
In Cambodia, hundreds of 12-year-old girls are prostituted every day and serve as many as 30 to 40 customers per day, in makeshift brothels made of straw and wood in the bushes. Imagine the risk of them contracting HIV – poor, helpless innocent girls being raped 40 times a day. This will continue as long as there is a driving force behind all of this sh*t.

And the inconceivably corrupted judiciary system of many third-world countries doesn’t help make things much better. You can be charged with several counts of rape and molestation, but bribery there never fails to works its magic – give the judge a fifty and you’re a free man again. Court adjourned.
Screw those people. They are truly the gravest mistakes of Creation, ever; the scum of the earth.
Their hearts are made of hard, black coal and their guts of dirt, grime and dust and nothing but a greed for money. It is these people who are making the lives of the abused children even more miserable, because they have no one else to turn to now that even the law is messed up.

I pray that these children break free from the grip of the sick, twisted and manipulative and get to start all over.

Sam

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Ana, The Evil...

Anorexia/Anorexia Nervosa (noun): a mental illness that makes a person stop eating

I know I’ve written something like this before here, but I just feel that some people really need a slap in the face for some inkling of reality to sink back in. But even reality sinking back in sometimes seem to pose a problem now.
Fashion magazines and the media have been sensationalizing the ‘perfect’ body for so long, that the intense desire to achieve this non-existent body seems to have been hardwired into teenage girls’ minds. But what they don’t know is that most of the time, the flabby arms or the chunky thighs of the models are photoshopped away, so they look absolutely fabulous – or ‘perfect’. Seeking for this ‘perfect’ body is somewhat like looking for a carnivorous mailbox, I suppose. Never ever are you going to find it – not on this planet at least. Still, many teenage girls or even boys are on the quest for the elusive ‘perfect’ body. Seriously, I think the odds of finding Merlin are much bloody higher, really. I’m not trying to judge anyone here, but sometimes, I think that they’re either bloody darn stupid or completely delusional that they can’t, or don’t want (for this matter), to separate fact from fiction. I’m thinking the latter…
Literally, they starve themselves and exercise excessively to lose weight, or basically just purge themselves by digging their throats after a meal. This IS a mental illness, and yet some self-dubbed ‘pro-ana’ (short for pro-anorexia) sites deliberately trick themselves and other anorexics into believing it’s another way of life. What irks me even more is that these anorexics actually allow – or even WANT – themselves to be deluded into thinking this way. What they bloody need is proper psychological help, not further psychological diversion or delusion.

These are, however, just the handful of those who delude themselves, but many anorexics recover before it’s too late. Pro-ana/mia sites are complete trash, in my opinion, because they’re promoting a sickness, instead of preventing people from falling into the abyss. They’re NOT your friends. Friends don’t give you tips to be pro-ana, or egg you on to losing more weight than you body will permit. They don’t leave you hanging by a thinner thread every time you seek their advice. Get yourself as far away from those monsters as you can get, because they’re hurting you.
Whether you’re skeletal, waif-like, rotund, rubicund, fat, thin, morbidly obese, or severely underweight, it’s still your body. Learn to embrace it, to love it, because you’ll only have this one body for the rest of your life.
I cannot (and probably never will be able) to comprehend what’s it like to be on the pursuit for perfection, because I’m not an anorexic. But I know for a fact, that it’s not easy to accept that you’re suffering from an eating disorder, that it’s not fun to hide an illness like that from your family or friends, and most importantly, that you’re not at all alone… I used to think people with eating disorders are somewhat crazy, but then I sat down and thought: well, they’re still human – all they have is a problem, one that can be treated.
People tend to stigmatize those who have eating disorders (E.D.), whether it is bulimia, compulsive overeating, or anorexia. They (ones with E.D.) then feel neglected and unwanted, or even ostracized and plunge deeper into the depths of depression and their condition often deteriorates. Sometimes, when things get so bad, they self-harm and cut or burn themselves. Many people think they do that as a way to verify the fact that they’re still alive. Or that it is a way of punishing themselves for the guilt they feel. I’m not sure of the reason why they inflict pain on themselves, but I’m sure it’s never good. Think about it, if they actually NEED a reason, a way to verify their existence, it means only one thing: they don’t feel that their life is worth living after all…

I’m just calling out to those who have E.D. to make a decision to save your own life and seek professional help, and for those who know people with E.D., to give them all the moral support and encouragement they need to pull themselves out of the abyss.

Sam

P.S.: This is a very interesting piece of writing about Anorexia. It’s written in first person, with Anorexia Nervosa as the person speaking. It’s in the Ana Writings section (From Ana)

http://lookingglasssupport.com/StarvingForPerfection/Ana/AnaIndex.html

Friday, November 18, 2005

Balancing Precariously on the Brink of Insanity

Writing’s a very impulsive thing, and there are times when certain things inspire you so much you feel the need to put it down in words. Simple Plan’s ‘Crazy’ video is one of these things.

I’ve never really liked Simple Plan and their songs, but this is, really, an exception.

I’ve seen countless music videos with absolutely no meaning whatsoever – or so they seem – except that it’s ‘cool’ to walk on the streets with all that ‘bling bling’ hanging off your neck. Seriously, I just call those dumbasses fresh, bloody ‘meat’ for hungry prides of muggers. But ‘Crazy’ is really just a video about the many paradoxes of life.

“Life is unfair.” I’m dead certain that everyone has had this thought at one point in his or her life. To be perfectly honest, I still hold on to this notion – and possibly will for the rest of my life. Food, money and water are just so unevenly distributed around the world. People at one half of the globe are dying of poverty, of starvation, while at the other, we have grossly obese people – and not of medical reasons, but of choices.

Just compare Singapore and Africa. Here, we eat greedily, we indulge extravagantly and we practically ‘throw’ money away every single day. And I still haven’t gone to our wants.

There, they have to hunt for food and comb for water. Their notion for survival is just so deceitfully simple: if we have food and water, we live for yet another day. But have you thought about those who aren’t so lucky, so fortunate, that they have to drink dirty water to quench their thirst, and hunger at the same time? Notice something: they use water, not food. They die because they don’t have money. Bloated, swollen bellies and scaly, peeling skin are more than commonplace in Africa. I’ve seen it on TV, but I’ve yet to see it for myself. I’m not even sure if I want to…

Then we have the media. Controversial as this may sound – but heck – I think they are extremely feeble. So feeble in fact, that they seem on the brink of stupidity. Sensationalizing things, churning out scandals and humiliating people internationally are just some of their fortes. We have people who are classified under psychological terms as ‘mentally unstable’ or simply just, ‘insane.’

How can perfectly normal people suddenly become manic depressives? Work, problems, stress, and of course, the media are the ones to blame.

We have beautiful, but absolutely delusional teenage girls just unhappy with themselves and their bodies that they try to ‘purge’ themselves of the ‘evil’ things they consume. What we now know as bulimia. Then we have those who take diet pills and just refuse to eat anything that they become malnourished, scrawny, and weak. What we now know as anorexia nervosa. All different forms of psychological problems. But who are the ones to capitalize on these problems of poor, helpless adolescents? The bloody media for goodness’ sake! Fashion magazines showing teenage girls how only perfect bodies can fit into size 2s and are suited for the runway. Then morphing into hypercritical monsters and proceeding to scathing the obese part of society. And they dare demand for equal rights, when we have this? The hypocrisy, really!

They are the ones in the boiler room fueling the fire of delusion in these people, constantly putting thoughts into their minds invasively, and then justifying them by bludgeoning the obese with their acid remarks. But have they thought about the reasons behind their obesity? That it could go beyond just a matter of choice? Perhaps of medical reasons? Of heredity? They bloody don’t.

I’ve seen shows on TV like ‘The Biggest Loser’ or ‘Villa Wellness’ or whatever they’re called and I think they have a hidden agenda besides ‘trying their very best’ to help those lose weight. Kiss my indifferent ass, I say. I think they’re really trying to humiliate those people who join these shows; exploiting them in order to get their show the highest ratings. Despicable. And I'm not being harsh yet because that's already an understatement. How can they throw away their dignity, their morals, their principals just to get exploited? Are they that damn gullible?

Sure, you say it takes real courage to stand up and face your problems, and I bloody agree. Good you took the first step to identify your problems. But joining such shows to humiliate yourself? It’s not courage. It’s pure, pristine, refined stupidity. That's not the solution, where you've got cameras tailing you all day long monitoring your eating and exercising habits. Have you got no respect even for your OWN privacy? There is NO easy way out of being obese or to keep fit. You just have to exercise regularly and control your diet – most importantly, at your own rate. But do it FOR yourself, not for others, to watch.

Pills, slimming courses and whatever wraps offered in slimming centers are, in my opinion, total crap and a colossal waste of money. The irony's right smack in your face, and wallet for this matter: They are offering an easy way out, where you don’t have to sweat your guts out and pant like some bulldog, when there actually IS NO easy way out. See the paradox, the hypocrisy? So why bother throwing your money away like that? Pills and whatnot can damage or even kill you…

Now we come to money. People are dying every minute, or even second because they are so poor they cannot afford basic necessities like food. We have people spending and living luxuriously while others are on the streets in ragged, torn clothes begging in the cold, without so much as a roof over their heads. Not many want to share these days. Like the lyrics of the song, money's our first priority. Who cares about family? Who cares whether people are suffering when I’m making big money?

For one, I do. I believe many others do too. But no one wants or dares to stand up for them. One aspiring psychologist, or even writer, cannot do anything to help them. Especially when he’s only 15 and living off his parents’ money and still studying. But there are many other people out there who wield more power and money, enough so to help haul these people up and over the poverty line to live a much better life; one where no one suffers from hunger pangs every single night and quenching that intense pain by gulping down gallons of water. Go watch the video and listen to the song, and it might just inspire you like it did for me.

One voice is definitely not enough when it comes from only one person, but when it comes from the world, it definitely is…

Help the people: www.one.org

And here are the lyrics:

Crazy - Simple Plan
Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
They won't stop 'til
They reach their dreams

Diet pills, surgery
Photoshoped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

I guess things aren't how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's World War III
No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
Money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUV's
While kids are starving in the streets
No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something
Something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Can anybody tell me what's going on
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Sampson

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Hurricane Katrina's Wrath

Fox News Live: images flash past, showing corpses, or what seem like corpses strewn all over the tarmac, in superbowl, on the hot, hard concrete. I feel so sorry - sincerely - for the people who've faced her formidable wrath. But it seems not everyone feels the same way. Yet again, I've seen the totally ugly side of Singaporeans - specifically, singapore columnists.

Some of the headlines on the Newspaper:
How can this happen in the world's most powerful nation? saturday, september 03.
I suspect it's even said with an inflection that suggests sarcasm, to say the least. Gosh, give them a bloody break willya?
5 days of shame - SOS in the USA sunday, september 04.

Slam me all you want, but first, let me say what I've got to say. We're taking so many things for granted, sewers, clean roads, freeways, and even clean toilets and a roof over our heads. Hurricana Katrina's taken away all of these essentials from the lives of tens of thousands of Americans, and what do we do? We gloat like some sadistic freaks, splashing headlines across idiotic tabloids and kicking one of the World's leader when he's down. Lives have been ripped apart, people have been tossed and kicked around like a soccer ball and the end result is that desperation usually follows.

It is absolutely true - you can count on it - that hunger begets crime. Absolutely. Deranged snipers have shot down rescue helicopters, twisted rapists have violated screaming seven-year-olds in public toilets - with people watching helplessly (I'm not joking) - and looters have killed in desperation for food and water. Again, what do we do here in singapore, where we're shielded geographically from any form of natural disaster? We gloat. Have we no hearts, or have we got hearts, but they're mighty cold, hypothermic, sub-zero?

Don't take your chances my "fellow" singaporeans (frankly, I feel wholly ashamed - to say the least - even to say this after I've read the newspapers). Even if we haven't been hit by any of nature's weapons of mass destruction, it could come one day that we might. Singapore's not a reinforced citadel, and we all know it. So why are we here smirking when what we should really be doing is helping out. They've helped us out countless times, be it SARS, or the Japanese Occupation - we've got to give something back.

As I've said, desperation drives the real human out of any one. And we're shaming them for their actions, when all they were doing was to sustain their own, fragile lives. Trust me, if my life were hanging by a thin thread, I'd do whatever they've done. Probably even resort to more radical means. Think about it. If your life, or better, your child's life depended on the last bit of water and food (any form of food), I think you'd probably shoot someone who has it and mug him. I know I would if I were in that scenario. Even if you're the most prim and proper lad anyone has ever seen, if mother nature drives you to the brink of insanity, the apex of the mountain of reality (threatening to push you off), you'd too do something to defend yourself. So don't say it's lawless, or unethical, or sinful. And even if it is, you'd be doing it if you were in their shoes. Don't you go saying you won't you little brat.

Their lives literally are hanging on threads so thin, they're barely visible. And any time again, another of mother nature's weapon, specifically one that goes by the name of Katrina, could unravel that thread ever so easily. So what if our lives are now hanging on reinforced steel cables, it doesn't give us any bloody right to kick them when they're down, does it? Because, those cables could snap like any thread, and Mother Nature would be the one holding the giant sheaths. To paraphrase, Mother Nature can turn into a total bitch sometimes and when she brings out the big guns, she's a force to be reckoned with. The proof's right in Alabama, Louisiana and MIssissippi.

Even though some might think this is stupid (and screw you if you do), I really hope you can help pray for the victims of Hurricane Katrina: ONE.ORG blog

Sam

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Perfezione

Although I doubt anyone has noticed, heck, I'm saying it anyway... Sorry I haven't been blogging for such a long time but it's all because of the upcoming exams - 7 more weeks. *Crosses fingers and toes*

Perfection. The state of being as good as possible.

Perfection… So this is the word that has got so many people down on their knees begging for more – but the question is, did they actually even possess it? The word and its actual “existence” are really open to doubts. And when you stop, step back and think, seriously you come to a very surprising conclusion: why are so many people looking for something that is nonexistent (or so it seems), like a vegetarian hyena or a T-rex or the Dodo? Why? It might sound clichéd – but heck – having imperfections is what makes us so endearing to others, so easy to “identify” with and most importantly, just so human… They basically ground us so we will not all be on our high horses and squishing every one in our paths. Those people that put others down so that they feel better should really be squished. I really do not mind mowing them down with a freighter, honestly!

Talking about identity, it is something all of us are looking for, but like perfection, cannot seem to find. This is really a phase – although I am not in a good position to say this – but it is the transition from adolescence to adulthood that many of us seem to “lose” ourselves (not so much lose-to-crack-lose as lose-my-way-lose). The thing with identity is when we try to be like someone else, whether to impress or to fit in, we do not – or cannot. So it is really best to be yourself, to act like who you really are because that is what draws people in, not branded goods or haughty looks or a phony accent. Maybe we are not looking in the right places, or perhaps we are not trying hard enough, but do not give up when you are on the quest for your own values and place in society. It really all boils down to whether or not you are willing to try. “I can’t,” or “It’s so difficult,” are phrases that we utter so effortlessly, but it is not the case when you are looking for the elusive identity. My point is, when it comes to your values, stand up for them and do not give up because there is bound to be light at the end of every hell-hole (tunnel undermines it, really).

But when you are talking about perfection, seriously, you can give it up. The number of plastic surgeons is skyrocketing, and I do not have an ancient grudge against them or something, but if you are going to fund them with your “ka-ching” to try and meet your expectations that they are never going to be able to even get close to, why bother right? That obviously is not the case for many people. We should learn to embrace ourselves and our bodies because we are only going to have one – no more. Many times we concentrate so much on our flaws that we make a big hoo-hah out of it. But worst still is when we are so absorbed at fixing them that the beautiful side of us starts to fade with neglect and indifference. Apparently, Jennifer Aniston has a problem with her behind: she claims it is too big! Oh my word, if your butt is big, what about the Japanese Sumo wrestlers’? Their tail must be colossally mountainous then! C’mon lady! Never ever give up even when you feel confused or overwhelmed with information because it really is all physiologically linked to the nerves in your brain – adolescence is the toughest stage because it is the period where the nerves are the most active. What I am saying is, everybody is facing the same thing, whether they are considered by the society morbidly obese or stick thin – size does not matter when identity comes into the picture. Step back, and look at the big picture as opposed to tracing the details because if you do that, you will never get anywhere. Or as they like to put it, “You ain’t getting nowhere!”

Sam