Do insects that get sucked into vacuum cleaners stay inside or die?

Ants, Dust mites, Cockroaches, Fleas, Mosquitoes, Flies - don't you just hate them? Even if you have a sparkling clean room, they may just appear out of nowhere!

I bought a vacuum cleaner recently. I sucked some these damned parasites with my vacuum cleaner and I wondered if they would crawl out of the vacuum? Or if they would actually get horny in the dark and start multiplying?

The reason I ask is, there is a big hole where the vacuum cleaner is connected to the hose. The insects could crawl out from the hole. Especially cockroaches, I hate them!

I searched online and asked around but no one seemed to be able to give me an affirmative answer. So I decided to email Philips from whom I bought the vacuum cleaner and get an answer straight from the manufacturer.

A Philips representative called me and confirmed my worst fears - insects (especially cockroaches) that get sucked into vacuum cleaners do not die from the heat nor the power of the suction. His advise is to discard the dust bag and replace it with a new one.

So I hope I clarified the same question which might be on some of your minds.

Truth to Live

A lot of people I know are not themselves. They don’t swear, they don’t shout, they don’t do things that aren’t “right”. In a way, they are very much like a robot. Allow me to give you an example.

A friend I know is in law school. In his first year, he was very quiet in school. Mostly because most of his other law friends have been molded that way. You see, in the stereotypical world… law students are supposed to be prim and proper, mature and diplomatic, quiet but knowing. So friend totally didn’t enjoy himself. He was so bored… Luckily for him, he’s back to himself this year in school and having a hell lot of a better time. Good for you, friend!

I am not one of those types of people. I do what I like. I sing what I enjoy. I eat whatever I crave. It’s true… I piss people of sometimes unintentionally or otherwise. Life isn’t perfect anyway and you can’t satisfy everyone. So I’ve decided to satisfy myself instead and what good comes out of it?

I’m a happy person.
I have no worries because I don’t have to spend half the time pretending to be someone/ something I’m not.
I see life itself in a very different way from what “the others” see it as.

I’m not saying that “the others’” way of living is bad. It’s just… it’s so hypocritical. It’s like, they say something in front of you then say 2 things different about that behind your back. Oh, please! Where’s the honesty and sincerity in your message then?

That’s why I’d also like to congratulate one of my cousins Clement who managed to break out of being called a “stereotype”. hehe He was a Sergeant in NS (National Service) and instead of treating his platoon like dogs… he instead treated them with love and care. No, he’s not a wuss! He just believes in being nice to your platoon because they will understand and they will one day turn out as great soldiers and sergeants and lieutenants too!

I remember reading one of them newspaper articles about the NS officers drowning a poor boy. How cruel is that? In fact, they’re not alone. Most of the officers are meanies. A lot of people I know who graduate (I know, it’s supposed to be ORD (Operationally Ready Date) but it sounds so much nicer) from NS are so god damn happy to be out of camp. They just hated the place because of the way their officers treated them.

The Singapore NS is supposed to train youths to protect and shield the country in case of a war. Why don’t they make it an enjoyable and memorable 2½ years for them? Why do they have to make it so painstakingly awful to go through?

I don’t know. I suppose… it’s just humans and their “cliché-d” behaviour again. People with authority… can treat the ones below them with disrespect. Aww, it sucks but I guess that’s life.

Adopt a Kid!

Phew! Just got back from the full month (1 month old) party of a friend (Gene)'s baby - was feeling pretty lethargic today so wasn't in the mood to socialise. Gene's house is a nicely made up HDB (housing development board (better known as high density building) - government body in Singapore which builds low cost flats) flat located at the far end of Singapore. Just getting there took us about 20 minutes. It was a smooth enough drive now, not much traffic and lots of beautiful scenery on the way. There were trees, trees and even more trees to see.

His study which is right in the middle of the living room was encased in glass. It was a nice place to display the baby and that's what he did! He put the cot in and the baby looked like a baby gorilla in a zoo being awed and stared and gaped at by noisy friends and relatives who had come to grace the occasion.

The baby is quite cute. Lucky parents! I have however, seen sick babies in hospital nurseries before. I remember it was a pair of brother and sister. I was really young when I saw them and I felt so sad and affected that I remember it to this day! The babies looked perfectly normal. They had tiny little feet and hands. They were wriggling like a little baby would. They had however, the biggest heads I have ever seen. Even my cousin who's known as "Tua Tow" (big head in Hokkien) has a head 2 times smaller than them little babies.

The babies' heads were about 2½ times bigger than a normal adult head. I'm don't know what medical condition it is called. I was about 6-7 when I saw them. All I know is that they looked like alien and that it looks painful just having head that size even though they were lying down... All I felt was pity, sadness and fear which leads me to my blog today.

My dad tells me "As long as you don't do evil, you'll be fine". But I find that to be untrue. Many people of whom I know and love had died of or had cancer. A good example would be my dear loving Mother. She died when I was 8. All Catholics, Christians and God-Knows-Which-Other-Religious-People always tell me that God has his reasons and I have only this to say to them: F**k off and go tell me the same thing when it happens to either or your loved ones. My grandmother who is 81 this year was diagnosed with cancer of the rectum in the middle of last year. The whole family was so worried when they heard about the misfortune as my grandma can be quite fragile at her age. Fortunately, the doctors did a good job and she's now free of 'em malignant neoplasms.

So anyway... back to my blog topic for today. I believe that anything bad could happen to anyone no matter how angelic or evil the person is. So that is why I refuse to have kids. My points are these:

1 - The kid might be born blind/ deaf/ dumb/ down syndrome etc.
(Not only do I have to spend my entirely life looking after the kid, it (either a she or he so the usage of "it" is appropriate for now) won't ever be able to enjoy a normal life.
2 - I might not be able to control myself and hate it
(A lot of Mums have told me that it is different when I become one myself. But then again, I am not of very patient nature. What if the retarded kid shits and cries all day? I might get so fed up, I'd just shove him down the rubbish chute like some stupid Singaporean did)
3 - I might be broke/ poor/ bankrupt
(It's okay if I can't give them a luxurious life. But what if it has to suffer with me? Wash dishes at the tender age of 5?)
4 - Give orphaned kids a chance
(If all goes well... and there is understanding from both sides (the kid and me), I would rather adopt an unwanted kid and give it the best I can.

There! Everyone I've told my idea/ thought/ suggestion to has only one word for me: CRAZY! Well... I don't think it is all that weird. Think about it. Isn't it logical? What do you think? Leave me your comments...

Saturday Work

Which normal/happening/nice/sane person works on a Saturday? *gulp* I do! I work ½ days every Saturday and it's horrible. Not only do I get totally physically worked out but I am mentally drained as well. Just the thought of dragging myself to work on a Saturday totally ruins my whole weekend.

The super crowded and stinky (from numerous sweaty and hairy armpits) busses which I usually take are almost empty on Saturdays. The roads which are usually jammed during peak hours are as smooth flowing as my monthly irritating period. The wait for the lift at my office has amazingly been almost non-existent. As soon as I press the [up] button (That's another story there about lifts. Later then...), the lift goes "ding" and the lift is here. It zooms up 21 floors and I reach the 22nd floor in less than 5 seconds!

All the other offices on my floor are closed. They don't work on Saturdays. Nobody does. Except losers like a few of them who have last minute stuff to finish up and me. Don't get me wrong though... I'm not a loser. I'm just an overworked employee. *grin*

So anyway... here I am blogging away during working hours. Ha! Ha! Boss isn't in and I have absolutely no mood for work. So there!