Curls & Twirls

Ok … while my new blog is still under construction, (hehe, cause i haven’t made it pretty enough :P) I have FINALLY found something original to blog about. I should render some credit to Peter (Njuguna) though, since he helped me discover that this little incident is indeed funny, although not at all from my point-of-view.

Anywayz, for the past few days I have been getting weird sms-es from some random Malaysian number on my Malaysian line. (I have 2 lines, a UK line and a Malaysian line. My mum’s phone has problem sms-ing me on my UK line thus..) The reason I’ve filed it under "Weird" is because it’s all in chinese (literally, chinese writings!) and my "phantom sms-er" seems to like sending me 2039840298508243 msgs a day! At first I just ignored the first few smses thinking the person would finally figure out that he/she got the wrong number and would quit wasting his/her damn credit…but NOOOOOOOO… I guess he/she just isn’t very good with maths..or consumerism.. or just likes being a pain!

So anyway, I decided to investigate the matter and spent a freaking RM2.00 on an international sms saying "Who is this?" . Now, you’d think that Phantom Sms-er would have the smarts to figure out that I DO NOT UNDERSTAND CHINESE. But once again, his/her stupidity amazes me and instead I get about 20 chinese sms-es as a response. Now, you might think that getting random smses is just a nuisance but when your freaking phone beeps every freaking 20 seconds, IT IS INCREDIBLY F****ING ANNOYING! And of course, I can’t just turn my damn phone off because what if my mum sends me a msg ?? So finally, yesterday, just before I fell asleep, my phone beeped once again…and I just couldn’t take it anymore!

Hence, quite impulsively, I sent a rather impolite msg telling my phantom sms-er to mind his own business and stop msging me! (Ok ok ok. I told him to "do me a favour and f*** off! But seriously, it was f****ing annoying!)

And you know what that rude, ignorant, *censored censored censored* idiot did?? HE SMS-ED ME THROUGHOUT THE FREAKING NIGHT. Imagine me trying to get some goodnight sleep with my freaking Nokia going "TEE-TEET! TEE-TEET! TEE-TEET!" SLKFJkdjfsldifuLKJd938JFOJDSFLKHFDLKfjlkfdjoe!!!!!!!!!!

*Selina controls herself*

Anyway, today I return from uni only to find another 9 new msges from you-know-who. However, this time only 8/9 smses were incomprehendable to me ~ and the last one simply said "What you mean?"

Bloody hell. Don’t u understand when I say fuck off?? Need a dictionary izzit????? I thought that word was universal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And to top it off, as I was talking to Peter, I just realized that I might have been charged for all those stupid sms-es you-know-who sent me. (Shall I call him/her unintelligent chink ?? heehee..better not lah. Skali kena labelled racist!) ANd I just checked my credit. And it’s only freaking RM1.21 !

Someone who knows about prepaid international roamings…pls let me know. Was I charged for all this????????

And stop laughing. It’s not funny.

Urgghhh… i hate it!!! I just had an absolutely wonderful weekend, only to be brought back once again to the monotonous reality of my life! Why is it the weekend goes by so quickly and then the week drains every ounce of energy you have left in your system ?

Today’s theme is I HATE.

But considering what a fantabulous weekend I had, I shall dedicate quite a bit of today’s blog to it. Well, on Friday, Liza & Rosanne, 2 of my good friends in Holland, flew down to visit me. I must admit, I was dreading the weekend A LITTLE. Mainly because I hadn’t seen them for 2 whole freaking years and I was wondering if it was going to be all weird and awkward. But of course, this small little whiny worry of mine took up but a nano-fraction of my enthusiasm. I was seriously excited about seeing them!

And it turned out to be even better than I expected. In fact, it didn’t seem like that long ago that we had said goodbye. I mean, besides the fact that my Dutch was a little rusty, I didn’t remember them as being quite so tall and the fleeting few silent moments when we didn’t know what to say ~ it seemed as though we picked up just where we left behind. And although I had fun doing all the touristy stuff with them, what I liked a lot more was all the catching up. It was really nice to hear about all the things that had happened since I left, who got together with who, who’s doing what, etc. It reminded me of the life I left behind, a life I had never really realized I missed that much.

It’s really strange ~ I think I have a habit of pushing out of memory anything I really miss. Perhaps it’s the easiest way I deal with it. Right up to last Friday, I truly believed that I didn’t really ‘belong’ in Holland. I mean, I lived there for a year but was never really part of the people there. And suddenly, in just a matter of days, my opinion has suddenly changed completely. In the weekend, I’ve spent my nights recalling the moments I had spent in Assen, Drenthe … and a very strange, nostalgic feeling settled in my stomach. Not the bitter-sweet kind where you feel "yeah yeah, it was nice but that’s the past, and I’ve moved on and I don’t really want to go back." It was a more sickening kind, where you feel "Man, why didn’t I enjoy those moments more? Why can’t I go back! Why can’t I see what I’ve missed out on!"

Now, this is really unexpected because just the other day I met up with a childhood friend of mine ~ one whom I had not seen for about a year, and whom I’ve known since I was, hmm, perhaps ten ? And although we’ve known each other for so long ~ and don’t get me wrong, I had a fun night out with him, but at the end of the night, I didn’t have any bitter-sweet-sour-salty, whatever, you name it, kinda feeling. My theory is, there are certain people whom you can get along with completely, and still not have half as much fun as with someone else, although you might find that someone else to have a terribly irritating trait! I like to call this x-factor "frequency". I’m sure most of you know my famous quote "I like people with the same frequency". Somehow, you just have fun with these certain people, and however much time and distance there is between you, you can pick up just where you left off.

This has proven my theory that distance makes you unfamiliar very very VERY WRONG. Well, I don’t know when I came up with this theory, but I know somewhere along the way I became a strong believer that if you did not see someone for a long time, you just somehow could not click as well with that person. There would be too much that had happened, too much differences, too much of a void. But I’ve been seriously wrong. And since this weekend was the ultimate test (2 years of absolutely NO verbal communication!), I can only conclude that frequency is the deciding factor. No matter where you go, people of the same frequency will gather together! Hahaha. That sounds so corny, but I really think it’s true.

Oooh..I’ve overshot. Well, the reason I really wanted to blog was because I HATE I HATE DOING WORK! I know, I also hate reading blogs where people whine continuously about the stress they are going through because *Really, i wish you’d put somehting of more substance in your blog*, but *ahem*, I shall succumb to the ways of society. I HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Just today I wrote down all the deadlines/tests for the next few weeks and TAKE A LOOK AT THIS:

30 Jan - Molecules, Cells & Diseases Progress Test
10 Feb - Computing Coursework Due
13 Feb - Electromagnetics Progress Test
17 Feb - Transistor Switching Lab Report Due
24 Feb - "Biomedical Application of Electromagnetics" project due
2 Mar - Mathematics Midterm Exam
3 Mar - Solid & Fluid Mechanics Coursework due
17 Mar - Molecules, Cells & Diseases Lab report due
24 Mar - SPICE lab report due

WAHHHHH… do you know what that means?? THat means, from next week onwards, I HAVE A TEST/ASSIGNMENT DUE EVERY WEEK. SUXSUXSUXSUXSUX. And this goes on till the freaking term ends. And then we end for our easter break. But THEN, we return a week only to be greeted by a nice dose of FINALS. Euw. How do they expect us to be well-rounded individuals when they don’t even give us a chance at having a social-life ?

Okay, moving on to the next thing I HATE. I hate the fact that I have been drained off any form of creative juice. Have you noticed that I’ve hardly been blogging ~ and even the last few blogs have been leeched off other people’s work?? Hehe. (Well, at least I don’t claim credit for it, ok!) And that’s one of the sad reasons I have resorted to writing something so lame as "I HATE".

I HATE friendster because I just realized they have been deleting my old posts!!! Wahh..all my painstaking effort has just disappeared into thin air. Therefore, I have resolved to MOVE to another blog where people who are not Friendster members can also view it and LEAVE COMMENTS, damnit.

I hate it when my posts don’t have any comments. I feel neglected.

I HATE that I must stop whining my ass off and actually start studying for the stupid MCD test.

OOh..and happy b’day Jason!! HEehee. (NO! I don’t hate you!)

Hehe. In the computing lab right now, waiting for computing to start. But guessing from Abeera’s (my lab partner) & mine combined talent at screwing up anything to do with computing. .. ok, let’s not go there.

Anywayz, Peter (Niemetz) wrote some funny stuff the other day, and I just thought the humour should be shared! (All he does with his creative writing is lock it up in some WordDoc file!) So anyway, I took the liberty of publicizing this one joke he wrote that I thought was pretty hillarious! Enjoy…

dilbert’s salary theorem 

Dilbert’s "Salary Theorem" states that "Engineers and scientists can never earn as much as business executives, sales people, accountants

and especially liberal arts majors." This theorem can now be supported by a mathematical equation based on the following two well known

postulates: Postulate 1: Knowledge is Power. Postulate 2: Time is Money. As every engineer knows:

Power = Work / Time.

Since: Knowledge = Power, then

Knowledge = Work / Time, and

Time = Money, then Knowledge = Work / Money.

Solving for Money, we get: Money = Work / Knowledge.

Thus, as Knowledge approaches zero, money approaches infinity, regardless of the amount of work done.

~Hahaha. No offense to business executives, sales persons and accountants, ok ?? Hehehehe.

Also another one he wrote which I thought would be pretty funny…but only to engineers, I reckon..

you might be an engineering major…

* if you have no life - and you can PROVE it mathematically.

* if you know vector calculus but you can’t remember how to do long division.

* if you’ve actually used every single function on your graphing calculator.

* if it is sunny and 70 degrees outside, and you are working on a computer.

* if you know how to integrate a chicken and can take the derivative of water.

* if you think in "math." * if you have a pet named after a scientist.

* if you laugh at jokes about mathematicians.

* if the Humane society has you arrested because you actually performed the Schrodinger’s Cat experiment.

* if you can translate English into Binary.

* if you can’t remember what’s behind the door in the science building which says "Exit."

* If you are completely addicted to caffeine. * if you consider ANY non-science course "easy."

* if when your professor asks you where your homework is, you claim to have accidentally determined its momentum so precisely,

that according to Heisenberg it could be anywhere in the universe.

* if the "fun" center of your brain has deteriorated from lack of use.

* if you’ll assume that a "horse" is a "sphere" in order to make the math easier.

* if you understood more than five of these indicators.

* if you make a hard copy of this list, and post it on your door.

(*sigh* when i read the second last one..i knew i had lost all hope. I am such a nurd.)

Ok. Computing has started.. *lin reads the sheet* …damnit..i’m gonna fail…

Wheee…my unarrived bag was finally delivered today, early in the morning so much so that I had to greet the delivery guy in my pjs! (Hehe. don’t worry, I had the smarts to grab a bathrobe before going down!) I was so sleepy/blur when he buzzed my appartment, (and he had a terrible East European accent, I’m pretty sure. But then again, could just be that I was drowsy) that I was pretty sure he would have this irritated frown when I saw him because of my multiple "Pardon?"s. But surprisingly, he had this cheery smile. How can he be so cheerful so early in the morning - and with that freaking cold wind blowing??? Oh well, either his happiness was infectious or I was just overjoyed at seeing my long-missed bag (prob the latter), but soon I was wearing a cheery smile too! Haha.

I asked the guy if I was to receive any compensation for the last 2 days I had to survive without my bag (although, haha, there was nothing much in there that I couldn’t do without) and then he told me he wasn’t sure because THERE WERE THOUSANDS OF BAGS that arrived late. Can you believe that? He said it was because Heathrow was so busy! Apparently from early morning YESTERDAY till early morning today, they’ve been sorting bags out. Now I don’t know who to blame - the airport or the airline? Because when I called Emirates yesterday, they told me they had A LOT of bags backlogged since a couple of days ago and then gave me a number to dial for compensation. (Which is only open on monday! So i still don’t know if i’m going to get any compensation!) Aish, I guess I’ll just blame both….

Oh, and Peter (Njuguna), here’s your thank you for supposedly somehow getting my bag back for me! bRrrr.. Must’ve been freezing standing outside Heathrow in this cold! And you went all the way to Zone 6 for me?? Awwww. But why did you send it so early in the morning? You know what an olympic class-sleeper I am, right?

Haha. Anywayz, this was not the real reason why I wanted to blog. The real reason is because of the sad news I heard from Peter Niemetz. (There are 2 Peters in my course).

Well, was just talking to Peter (Niemetz) about the hols and he told me he had a terrible one. His bestfriend passed away on 2 Jan 2006, due to testicle cancer AND a brain tumour. When he told me this, suddenly all the fun I had during my Xmas break seemed so small. Even my bitter-sweet romance seemed so trivial compared to what he went through. Can you imagine - celebrating the new year by watching your bestfriend die? What worse a way to start the year! And that guy was only 19. I don’t blame him for having no mood at all to study for the wave test on Wednesday. In fact, I don’t know how I would handle such a situation.

To never see a close friend/family ever again ??? It seems almost unbearable. Somehow when you leave them for 3 months or 6 months or even 1 year or even for "till we meet again" (as when I left HOlland), it doesn’t seem as bad. But knowing that they don’t exist anymore, that there’s no way of reuniting besides in some afterlife … that just seems so sad.

So anyway, Peter’s experience kinda taught me something. You never know what’s gonna happen tomorrow so to all my friends out there I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…. And Insya-Allah, don’t die on me please…

Hello & Happy New year!!!

Wow, it has been long since I blogged…and *forgive me*, I am not entirely in the mood for blogging but I just read FJ’s blog and I just couldn’t help but put this up:

" Extract from The English Legal System by Gary Slapper and David Kelly (from the chapter about Judicial Reasoning). The power of syllogism lies in its certainty. If the premises are true, then the conclusion cannot be false. The reason for this is that the conclusion is actually contained in the premises and amounts to no more than a restatement of those premises. With regards to syllogisms, however, it is important to distinguish between validity of form and truth of content. It is quite possible for a syllogism to be logically valid but false. an example of this would be:

Major premise:…………….. A = B for example, All men are pigs.
Minor premise:……………….. B = C for example, Socrates is a man.
Conclusion: therefore………. A = C that is, Socrates is a pig.

The logical form of this argument, as represented in alphebetical terms is valid, but the conclusion is not true. The reason for this is obviously that the minor (sic. I think the authors mean “major”) premise is false: the statement that all men are pigs is simply not true. WAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Imagine my astoshnishment when I read that example. Hahahaha eh so fair is fair la right? I mean, BOTH the authors are Phd holders As you can see, I am not the only one who thinks that all men are pigs. There must be many many many who think like that, so much so that the authors tongue-in-cheek-ly inserted this example to *ahem* salvage some of their ruined reputation. Hahahahhah. "

Hahaha. I’ve nothing more to say, FJ hit it spot-on.