Laundry Detergent as a Pyschological Measure

As most of you are aware by now, i study psychology and hope to major in it. Although i think most psych majors are only in the course cos they are mentally unstable in the first place. I have a test on thursday and am mostly memorising personality theories at the moment.
Since everyone seems to know about Freud, let me just clarify that Psychology is NOT abt Freud. He is still studied because he was the first person to take an interest in human nature and tried to study it systematically. Psychology nowadays does NOT employ a lot of his dream interpretation and repression association methods but many still think Freud is an intellectual who tried to contribute to science. Its really irritating once you say you study psychology and ppl just mention Freud. Basically i have only read 2 chapters on him for 4 semesters of studying.
As most ppl love to mention, Freud was obsessed with sexual repression and how dreams actually were signs of unconcious mechanisms. Which personally i dont think that is high on external validity as well as not very useful practically. Unless you were Joseph and had God's help.
However, i think looking at laundry detergent can tell loads about a person and groups of people. During the first 3 weeks of washing clothes i realised there were just one or 2 ppl who left their washing detergent in the laundry room, which is rather far down in the basement. By the 6th week though, there were like 30 bottles on the shelf. Which tells a lot about frustration and imitation of other people's behaviour. For me, i put mine in a cupboard in the laundry room, just to be slightly different from the norm. Which shows that i am lame and irrelevant, but you already know that. In fact, i was being considerate because the shelf looks a lot like its going to break under the strain of heavy bottles. Dont believe me?
I shall prove that i always think ahead. When i went to the supermarket/pharmacy to buy this bottle of blue washing liquid, the 5litre bottle was only $1 more than the 3litre bottle. So being the true blue singaporean that i am, i of course bought the 5litre one. It was only recently that my friend from UWA, jason, who i kindly agreed to share detergent with because he felt it rather heavy lugging back his own from the city, pointed out that the bottle states "for 56 loads". Which is only a little more than i need for the 14 weeks i shall be in canada. I mean, if we both wash TWICE a week, we could make up 56 loads exactly. See, my calculations are so accurate you cant help but think i am incredibly logic motivated and an excellent critical thinker. This therefore, is a good psychological measure of intelligence and forward thinking.
Now all we need is experiments testing the type of people that buy powder and the types that buy liquid, because personally i think people who prefer liquid are those more methodical and neat types that dont like to clean the mess that powder makes. Which means washing powder ppl are the artsy type that likes contemporary musuems cos the colour in some of these powders are truly abstract. Its just for different kinds of things you wish to wash, you say?? Who are you trying to kid man? I have great cognitive abilities remember, wake up! Your theory is obviously erroneous. Simply consider this: I dont think about what i am going to wash before i buy the detergent, do you?

Abstract person. 

Michael taking a picture of photographer Michael Semak's name. Now, if thats not abstract, i dont know what is.  

The model looks only as good as the quality of the photographer. 

The photos were actually really black and white. I am kind of biege actually. 

Ottowaic Reflections 

Canadian Rythms

I just realised a stark similarity between Canada and Australia. The capitals of the 2 countries always confuse people. In order to make quiz shows more exciting, the answers are not Toronto or Vancouver and Sydney. Instead its actually Ottawa and Canberra. But i cant really be sure anymore. And if you think i am shallow, then you should remember that i come from Singapore. Which is obviously a Chinese city and so my capital is undoubtedly Shanghai, and i never get muddled on that one, cos its so simple. Unless its Beijing. Or maybe Vladivostok.

Want Debt? Build a Olympic Stadium. 

Cobbled Streets of a different time 

Montreal Olympics

I went to Montreal last week and the interesting thing was it was a french speaking place in the midst of America and Canada. Not too sure about the history but i am rather sure its highly complicated and filled with atrocities. HAHA. A lady actually asked us (3 only occasional French movie guys) for the time and we gave complete stunned looks.
Most people were not snobbish about tourists not speaking the language though and we had some psuedo-french learning lawyers from NUS that helped the rest of us along. There was a new "bibliotheque (?)" built in Montreal which is French for library. If you see "Librarie (?) " its actually referring to a small bookshop or store selling books kind of thing. This is what is called a "faux amie" (?) which means that the French words look similar to an English term but actually it means something else. Like "Gros" (?) is in essence "big".
Another fact about Montreal is that it hosted the 1976 olympics. Apparently it never recovered the $2 billion plus amount spent on building the infrastructure for the games. Well, its been around 30 years and we did spend $10 each going up a curved elevator that is built on the side of the stadium. Apparently, its the most curvaceous piece of architecture in the world. Maybe the debt it racked up also prevented others from trying to surpass that feat. I have a feeling car enthusiasts are arguing otherwise.
And if you are wondering why Montreal seems to ring a bell although you had no idea it was actually in Canada; it is likely that you are thinking of the comedy series "Just for Laughs", which is staged and i believe all "gags" played out in this part of the world.

The Muppets painted the ward manila

“I say, look here, I’m sorry but there’s no room for further negotiation. Your father will have to be discharged tomorrow. He has exceeded his stay by a week and there’s no way we can allow for more extension. “

“No, but can’t you see Dr Grouch, he still can’t speak! Suppose we bring him home and we can’t manage his care?”

“There’s nothing further I can do about his trauma that’s causing his temporary speech loss. The hair balls in his stomach have been removed, including the surrounding stray ones along the oesophagus.”

In a more reassuring tone
“You don’t really have to do much anyway. Just make sure that he doesn’t go back to licking himself again. He should be fine after some counseling.”

(The children honk amongst themselves)
“ I guess he is right. We bring him home today.”
“So, today’s the day”
“yeah”

With a sigh, Jim the ventriloquist was hailed back from his holiday in sunny Batam.

Louise Tay

Micro Soft Words

Let the weak say I am strong, let the poor say I am rich, let the blind say I can see. It’s what the Lord has done in me.

My words appear furiously on screen as I have read it on peoples’ lips. Fast and furious as only our hands and fingers can manage it. Hopefully my facial muscles can keep up. And my sense of sight, smell, taste, touch, can they keep up too? I must say that they have done well by me so far.Television and books tell me that the hands of the mute dance gracefully in the air. Their fingers are long and slender, pale as though vulnerable and expressing more adequately than verbal speech can ever do so. My fingers are fat and stumpy. Pale, and/but pasty’s more the word. One doesn’t need beautiful fingers to talk, really. -- Louise

But to dig your nose, now thats a different story. When I see gross lumps as fingers being stuffed into the nasal cavity, it makes me want to scream; not that i really know what the meaning of the word really encompasses. This act must be undertaken by slender, petite members, graceful in execution of even such a grosteque consequence. Viewing people dig their nose in public is a bit like rare bird-watching. So strictly enforced as socially unacceptable in most cultures. In a crude sense, i would like to see more people with nice fingers dig their noses in public.
The whole scene kind of freezes as if indicating that people have a radar tuned to social intolerance. They smirk in disgust and display eye movements suggesting superiority to the nose-digging culprit. I find it comforting actually, to see someone being the brunt of foolish prejudice. The inadequacy of others drives me to accept myself. But i will never dig my own nose in public, i am already too often the object of disapproving stares. And my fingers, they are so horribly ugly.


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