In life, sometimes you meet rather difficult people. Then, there's the times when there's the back-stabbing and cloak and dagger. There are the good people too that understand the way things are run and look out for you. Then there's the nice ones that listen to you rant and offer sympathising remarks and try to advice you on the situation.
I don't want to say too much due to this being a bit sensitive to maybe some people who I know. Oh well... had to let it out.
Ebene. I don't know how many people have heard of this product. It's been sold in most of the major pharmacies in KL. At least, that's what I've noticed. My dad wanted to buy it today, to which I strongly discouraged it. One of the main reasons is that it claims to use something called "Bio-Ray" to heal pains in the joints and promote blood circulation.
I just got home and did some research. Most of these "miracle-cure" products are based on something called FIR (Far Infra-red) rays. Basically, it says that FIR rays cause the cells to resonate at the optimal frequency to allows the alleged increase in blood circulation and what not. Apparently, it also heals cancer!
There has been to date, only a few journals on FIR and it has been tested on small animals only (i.e. rats). FIR is basically heat that is generated from ceramic being heated up. The main issue here is that when I examined the product at Guardian, there was no compartment that could contain the ceramic.
Ceramic is an inert material that can be used in the production of prosthetics, bone implants and a few surgical practices due to it inertness. I think some smart aleck must have found out about the ceramic properties and decided to start this mumbo jumbo on bio-rays and what not.
FIR may work in cellular form in ideal laboratory conditions, but in the real world, many factors come in. Everything from the temperature, moisture, the individual and the problem the individual is facing. Mostly, these products use pseudoscience to entice their customers. The product my dad wanted to get doesn't even have its own website!
It's too dodgy and the thing is costly. It costs some MYR157 for the knee guard. For MYR90, you can get something from pro-sport which is specially designed for athletes. Well, although it may work for some, this girl is still sceptical. Until I see a scientific journal stating the confirmed effects, I will remain a sceptic.
You think you're so damn smart. You always react his way. Do you ever think twice before you do what you do? You make me feel so angry I want to scream and throw things at you, yet I can't because it would be too stupid. You make a mountain out of a mole hill and won't let go of trivial matters. Huge matters don't seem to matter much to you. I can't stand it sometimes. What you've done to me hurts me in more ways than one, and I think you know it. Maybe that's why you do it.
I try to understand and push things aside. I bloody hell hate confrontations and all you do, it seems, is constantly force me into a corner where I have to smile and pretend all's good or lash back resulting in difficult situations for me.
I'm angry. So sue me if you read this. I haven't blogged in a while so while I'm at it; let my readers read something different for a change. Only you rile me up this way. And the worst thing you know much I hate being this angry. You act so superior sometimes I want to knock you down a few pegs like how you constantly remind me of my short-comings and failures and the constant disappointment I am to you. Maybe I should keep my angry posts up instead of deleting them every time I post them up. Maybe you'd finally see what an asshole you can be.
You're rude and you think you can be rude to me. One day I won't take all this in stride. One day I'll snap and then you'll know how angry you make me. I have my pride too. I have my dignity. Do you like it if someone were to call you stupid? To curse at you and make you feel small and useless. I can't believe you do this to me and actually mean it. I feel like throwing a lot of large heavy objects at you. You have no idea how angry I am.
So, you know what? Fuck you. Screw you. Don't you dare think that I'm at fault. This time, I won't be the one to offer the olive branch. You really think I'm so easy to push around?! I'm not one of your friends. I've been so forgiving to you. Yes, yes, so have you, right? But have I ever made you feel inadequate? Have I ever made you feel small and inferior? Have I ever made you feel stupid and hurt by the words I say? If I have, I highly doubt that I meant it. You say and do all those things with so much venom.
Keep your harsh words, your poison, your venom and piercing words. I don't want to hear them. I don't need to feel the pain and sting of every barb and lash of your actions. I'm going to love myself a little more, make myself happier. I won't listen to your angry and painful snipes. I won't bother about your spiteful remarks. I'll be turning a deaf ear to all of them. I hope you sleep well tonight knowing what you've done. Though you probably think you're the one who's been wronged...
