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Hello. I'm Cheryl, a Twenty-something year old stoned kid who loves indie music, heavy bass, novels, probability and statistics, physics, dark elements and beer. I especially can't stand bad copy writing or typography. My biggest and most embarrassing aspiration is to become a politician.

The content you'd find here mostly consists of curated mood-based music and cynical compositions.

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compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.
All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).
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compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.
All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).
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compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.
All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).
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compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.
All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).
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compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.
All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).
Zoom Info
compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.
All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).
Zoom Info
compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.
All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).
Zoom Info
compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.
All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).
Zoom Info

compoundchem:

A bit of a detour into neuroscience today with a look at the chemical structures of some of the major neurotransmitters in the brain. Inspired in part by this post on the chemicals related to various emotions.

All available to download as free A3 PDFs at the bottom of the accompanying post (http://wp.me/p4aPLT-6C).

FYT

During a conversation the abbreviation FYT came up, I was like “fuck your throat”, freaky young thing”? 

It was my name. Fong Ying Ting.

Wtf brain; wtf.

Pickled in writing

I used to keep a box of mementos of ex-lovers; they include things like ticket stubs, letters, photos, tags that come with the gifts I received, receipts of the gifts I’d given and the like. I keep these things mostly because I’m a hoarder but I’d given all of them up for the security of one of those ex-lovers a few years back. I was conflicted then because I’ve added to this box over years and years, but that was it. Pretty much like when people grow attached to coins, stamps, Mac Donald’s Hello Kitty plushees; it’s because they’ve started so long ago and it’s become an integral part of - not them but - their routine. These things aren’t mementos, they’re simply a collection.

When I look at these mementos, they only bring back faded memories, I’d probably remember that time, place, that person face and name… But they don’t bring back the feelings. 

I preserve people in writing. Because I want to remember them. I want to remember when they made me feel like I was on top of the world, I was unstoppable, I was the most important thing to them, I was loved, I was beautiful, I was fading, I was beaten, I was weak, I was bitter, I was lost, I was forgotten. 

So they found their way; bleeding onto pages, appearing as bytes on screens. Etching themselves into me as they become carved hieroglyphics in my bones, painted pottery across the curves of my body, woven tapestry in the network of my synapses, skilfully forged swords across my back, a string piece played in the hollow small of my neck.

This is a gift for us. Whilst perhaps some are in a hurry to dismiss and forget, they bury in the deepest of themselves only to be engulfed later; I will hold onto them for the rest of my life. While many may think it’s denial of not letting go, I’d carry them and embrace new experiences, I’d measure everybody against you. I’ll admit that there was once a ‘you’ and I will tell them of all that I have learnt in experiences, lessons and scars. 

I acknowledge I’ve been moulded in my time with them because I will never stop appreciating the ones who have come and gone, or the ones who are on their way when the calm is here and love is all mighty. 

Yesterday, I had the time of my life when I sat down and spent a good half an hour deciding which of the 6 cats I should molest first. I was mewing all over the place crazy excited to meet all of them. In the end, I couldn’t decide so I let them come sniff me, lick me and step all over me. I couldn’t stop giggling and then I died. I DIED OF HAPPINESS AND LOOOOOOOVE.

"Too many women throw themselves into romance because they’re afraid of being single, then start making compromises and losing their identity. I won’t do that."
-Julie Delpy in Before Sunset  (via impetrate)

(Source: charlottexroy)

Titan

I’d like to think women are simple. They just want to feel loved, like they are a big part of someone’s life, they can teach and learn from someone at the same time, be comfortable in their own skin and feel entitled to their opinions and feelings. 

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I’d never forget how your scent taunted me, the sense of security in your presence which engulfed my entire being and the familiarity as if I’d known you from before comforted me.

And then the Dutch courage came and the curiosity I had for you proliferated beyond quantifiable or qualitative reasoning, I grabbed you by your hair and forcefully kissed you. All I wanted to know was what it would be like to kiss you (as simple as that is); and I realised how unprepared I was because there went the fireworks, synapses shot through, the unexpected came and you made me feel alive. 

For the first time ever, it felt like the perfect kiss, like what I said 5 months ago; “It would be a kiss and nothing more. A tingle in the heart, slight warming of flesh. Just the release through our mouths. The mind goes empty and the heart explodes, it’s all phantasmagoria.”

It feels like the world is just you and me when I’m beside you. Occasionally we let friends come visit, sometimes a stranger brutally vandalises a picture perfect moment, otherwise it feels like my heart is about to burst from fullness when I look at you and there’s nothing else that can distract me from you.

When I kiss you, I taste ‘the know’. Under the sun and the moon, we’ll slave for this. You can have all that is mine and I only ask you treat me with care and respect. Be it for the long run or a quick dash I will have no regrets.