BIO LAB, Sun. - A group of 34 students dissected frogs in one of the two biology laboratories here as part of the syllabus (not!!) two days ago. The objective of this mass murder experiment is for the students' own sick pleasure purpoted learning of the internals of a frog.

Students were split into groups of three or four, and a one special case of 7.

Prior to any incisions made, frogs were fainted with chloroform by the lab assistant who barely had enough air to breathe with the presence of psyched students in a confined area. Terrified screams were heard across the block due to horrified students (and yes, that includes boys)who were afraid of the hopping, resilient frogs with the will to escape whilst being choked with chloroform.
One of the frogs died before it had been dissected. (Hence, the 7 people-in-one-group issue)

Suicide, or accidental overdose?

Groups put on off-white lab coats plus surgical gloves and waited for their frogs to faint, before beginning the dissection. Procedure is as follows :
1) Lay fainted frog on back
2) Pin 2 inch-long needles into palms and feet of frog onto dissection tray (breaking of bones must be heard)
3) Keep a cotton wool dipped with chloroform next to dissection tray (just in case, you know?)
4) Use dissection kit to cut open skin of frog
5) Pin skin down
6) Cut open the inner layer of tissue/fats
7) Open, open and open. Seperate, seperate and seperate.
8) Squirm, discover and vomit end of experiment.
9) Dispose frog into plastic bag

In order to euthanize the frog (too late, too wrong now, ain't it?), the hearts were disconnected while it was still beating.
All in all, mixed emotions of gore, delight and sheer terror were noted among the classmates.
Aspiring doctors, this day made them or broke them.

And now.....



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The biggest frog of the day being suffocated with chloroform in its aquarium. It took some time.

Same frog, looking out at the huddled group of classmates, probably hoping for mercy and sympathy. Wrong!

Dissection kits and dissection trays, before being distributed. Earlier on when blood had not been shed.

The biggest frog of the day fainted in its aquarium. The beginning of its end.

Inserting needles into palms and feet of frog. To think people actually eat them.

One of the frogs with its outer skin already wide open. Taxing and sweaty work, it is.

Making more incisions while magnifying it to get a more lucid view of the now nearly-open frog.

Very much closer to get a more in depth look of a frog's insides. Note the gruesome redness of it.

If looked at closely, one lung has been inflated while the stomach can be clearly seen. Fats shoved aside.

The reddest-ballooney thing is the inflated lung. The greenish-blackish dots above it are eggs (ovaries, denoting a female). Beside of the lung is the liver. At closer range the intestines and stomach can be seen.


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On a personal note....

You may laugh at this but I cringed at the sight of live frogs sitting patiently to die in the aquarium. It was made worse when I had to buy it and keep it and then bring it to school.
Corrrection, it was not an it. It was a them. I bought two, one for my group and another for a fellow group. Whatever it is, it is so not a pet I'd keep.

If it means anything, I never wanted to be a doctor. If that was good an excuse enough to get me to not dissect frogs, I would use it. But NO!

You know what the saddest part was? If you know exactly what it means to "have the utmost will to survive", then you'll understand exactly what I'm going to say.
Some of the frogs, after being fainted with supposedly enough chloroform, while on the dissecting tray, WOKE UP. Yes, WOKE UP.

And it wasn't just once.

It was more than that!

Isn't it damningly painful, like beyond excruciating to have your chest ripped open by people who are going to throw you away anyways? I can't imagine it myself.
Struggling to free itself....That was such a sad sight.....

You should have seen the way the frog was struggling to break free from the needles that held it to the tray. It was moving up, down, side, up, down.

Oh God, is this a sin?

To see needles pierce through the palms and feet of the frog was reminiscent of Jesus' crucifixion. Although very, very much different, it had a stark resemblance.
The way the bones !cracked! at the pressure of the needles penetrating its palms.
The way it was half-living and at the mercy of the people.
But yeah, its a frog. Way different.

I will never dissect a frog ever again. I don't think I'll eat frog in my life from now on.

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You have come this far. Hope you didn't miss anything out.
Try dissecting a frog next time. You'll see what I mean.

*In loving memory of our frogs Nicky and Dicky.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day for you oblivious people. 'Brace' yourselves.

Wish me luck too. (No, no lovey-dovey reasons whatsoever at all, hmph hmph hmph. But then I don't believe in luck again...hmmmmmmm.)

I 'heart' you.
Valentine's Day is coming up.

It doesn't mark a special day in my calendar. People romanticise the whole idea of Valentine's Day.
I don't blame them. It's a free, democratic country. You can do whatever, whenever, to whoever you want, as long as it doesn't breach human rights or the laws of the state.

In the case of St. Valentine's Day, well, it really wouldn't hurt anyone.
Except maybe the wallets of the partners of high-maintenance people.

Valentine's Day, to put in simple words, imho, is the day for expressing love in the form of giving gifts due to over-commercialization of opportunists around the globe.

Again, it's a free country.
Why is this day special? Can't you express your love on Feb 15th? Or March the 2nd? December the 18th? (Or April the 20th? Weehee..)
Well, there's always a day to mark everything. A birthday falls specifically once a year. You don't go celebrating it the whole year round. That would simply make birthdays meaningless.

Like World AIDS day, for example. It's not like we forget about the whole community of AIDS patients the rest of the 364 odd days. We just take a time out and make their suffering known in order to remind global occupants that AIDS isn't something to be taken about lightly. AIDS is a deadly virus, and is much, much worse than anyone can imagine, especially if you're not a sufferer. Therefore, a day is very much required to remind the world that AIDS is a pandemic affecting anyone of any race and creed. (World AIDS day falls on December the 1st every year, fyi.)

Back to Valentine's, well, I'm happy for those who do get something. And no, I have no need for envy, I don't want roses. They look beautiful at first, but later they wither and die, and to think 99 of them mark "I will love you forever"? But it is definitely a sweet gesture on the giver's part.
At the end of the day, it's the thought that counts, so whatever you give, if it imparts a message worth remembering the rest of your life, so be it.

For years and years and years (note: I'm exaggerating the number of years), I've seen people received stuff right before my eyes, and somehow, inadvertantly, this very same people forget that not everyone would receive the same thing, none at all even.
I do have one thing to admit : it IS nice to see what other people get, and how their reactions are to it when it is a surprise.

On the other hand, I have this one other thing to say:
The much said phrase "I love you" is over-used and under-appreciated. It's really disheartening to see people always saying it but then end up like they never meant it at all (divorce, seperation, etc.)

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I was reading the NST and came across the article which rave on about singledom and how the number of singles in Malaysia are on the increase. They must have printed this article since Valentine's Day is around the corner. Duh.
Are they saying that being married is better than staying single? Isn't marriage a person's choice to make and not what you can change their minds about? Are they also implying that being single is like an ailment that needs a remedy?
(Whoa, debating influences I might say...)

I thought of mentioning this since it kind of relates to the Valentine's-I-love-you-so-let's-get-married kind of thing. Nevermind, that was so out of the question.
I just want you to do me a favour. If 15 years down the road, you see me (or even remember me for that matter), and I'm still single, remind yourself that it is O-K-A-Y and that singledom is NOT wrong or morally-unacceptable. Maybe I might have joined the nunnery then (hmmmm.....)

Here's to everyone out there, informally, I love you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

1 Corinthians 13

Love
"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have no love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."


Still a whopping 50kg. (wahahahhahaha......)

I'm beat. I want to sleep forever. Eat forever would be cool too.

It's one of those days again where everything seems to WANT to annoy you.

: (
It is time again.
The time when eating is an every-hour/minute kind of thing, when putting on weight seems incumbent and loose pants would be an added advantage.

Happy Chinese New Year everybody.


Have a lokam on me. : P

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Weight is a sensitive topic.

To some, it takes the same platform as Malaysia's religion/racial issues and deep dark family secrets.

If that is the case, how lah to enjoy Chinese New Year?

It's just as bad as asking a woman her age. Which I won't understand as yet until I'm, what, 40?
I wouldn't know. Yet.

So...

Topic withstanding, also setting aside my hypocrisy, I'm going to make a(n) (un)scrupulous declaration :

I weigh 50 kgs. (No joke. I know, I look heavier than that, don't I?)

My prediction for after Chinese New Year :

I'll weigh 52+++++ kgs.

I'll update later when the dust on the weighing scale is brushed away.

-to be continued-