Bloggers Unite for Human Rights 2009

Objective:

Unite for human rights and make a statement that all people are born with basic rights and freedoms - life, liberty, and justice!

On July 17 Bloggers Unite from around the globe will unite unite for human rights and make a statement that all people are born with basic rights and freedoms - life, liberty, and justice!

Let’s come together and all blog about Human Rights! There are dozens and dozens of human rights issues that you can write about.
Check out http://www.bloggersunite.org

major histocompatibility complex mismatch!

I recently came over this major-histocompatibility-complex-thing while reading Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries series – Vol. 10: 'Princess Forever'. Quoting from the book…

“Major histocompatibility complex is the gene family found in most mammals that is responsible for reproductive success. These molecules, which are displayed on cell surfaces, control the immune system. They have the capacity to kill pathogens, or malfunctioning cells. In other words, MHC genes help the immune system to recognize and destroy invaders. This is especially useful in the selection of potential mates. MHC has recently been shown to play a crucial role, via olfaction (or sense of smell), in this capacity. It has been proven that the more diverse, or different, the MHC of the parent, the stronger the immune system of the child.”

[apologies for the long, eye-rolling definition]

“Interestingly, MHC-mate dissimilar selection tendencies have been categorically determined in humans. The more dissimilar a male’s MHC to a female (this was without deodorant or cologne), the “better” he tended to smell to her in clinical studies. These studies have been duplicated time and again, with the same results.”

And so I come to wonder…is he [that somebody, vampire, mr. X, @*!#%] my MHC mismatch?

Chuckle. Chuckle. Chuckle. Hah! Silly…0____<

of course i look okay

Nikki said my desktop background really looks haunting.

Do you agree?

Well, does that suppose to mean I look like a ghost?

It’s okay; I just made up myself to appear like that. Oh come on.

Anyway, my (lovely) eyes are back beneath the golden frame of my eyeglasses again. I’m taking four major computer science subject loads this semester (thankfully, my standing is still regular. Sigh.), so that meant a lot of hours in front of the computer, increased exposure to harsh radiation, and an added level of undergoing vision distressing procedures. I just wish I can still read a size eight font after this semester.

back to blogging business

It’s been a long while I’ve been out blogging. With that long interval of time, a lot had happened of course, and a myriad of interesting thoughts ought to be blotted had passed by. It’s just that my head had somewhat taken a lazy-break to initiate pennings for posts. But now, I’m back. Whatever with the blank postings for the past few months, people, what we have right now is worth an exclamation mark – blogger.com, I’m back!

To highlight this comeback (as if a number out there has really been nosing after this blog), I changed this blog’s title into “bits and pieces of this and that”. This is one crucial procedure I thought would possibly emphasize and give direction to what this blog is supposed to be swimming at. Oftentimes before, I confuse myself with what particular color of topics I should be posting. Since I do appreciate change if it’s for the better, here it goes right now. And I say it’s developmental change cooking in here this time.

So, what now?

Anyway, the pathetic blogger in here thinks that perhaps you may like reading some updates with her on-goings for the time being. If you’ve still got an ember of interest, you can read on…

She’s already on the third year of her undergraduate degree program, just stepped into legal adulthood last summer, and currently figuring out how to draw her life after her studies. In vain, she’s still waiting for her vampire to give her a venomous bite, transform her into one, and live with him through eternity (here goes her ‘Twilight’ fantasy again). Well, that’s all.

It just feels good sensing the spark of blotting the queue of objects inside my brain again…so invigorating.

aparador

I wonder what could be inside this wooden structure of a box.

Could it be mere pieces of tangible, wearisome, and lifeless entities, which for dumbness sake, clutch idly with the ground throughout the continuum of their existence?

Or they may be propelling animate creatures, effectuating alteration, sensing the ether . . . breathing.

But what if there's not an object inside, nor a living being?

A dwelling deity, yes. But not in virtual air.

A palpable one, possibly. But not wholly.

This is pestering, such a giddy big piece of a box!

Mute, shut, deep, eerie aparador.