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on a boring sunday

ah, sunday, sunday, sunday. such a sunny day. a good day to do your mounting laundry, take a stroll at the beach, basking in the sun, picnic in the park or escape into the coolness of shopping malls, spending on clothes, food and some unnecessary stuff and regret later, for spending too much money.

being the most uninteresting person in the world, i am spending all day within the four walls and eight corners of my room, sitting and typing with my right leg placed on top of the table. i've just realise, i have very few friends, but i am not going to sob about it la.

since i've been on hiatus for that long, and i am almost bored to death, might as well visit my own blog, read back what i've wrote so far, and write something, really something. when i first sign in for a blog account, i was hoping that by writing post regularly, my english and writing skill will improve. but so far, i don't see improvements and it seems my level has deteriorate. sigh.

a good writer is not him who uses thousands of bizarre words but rather him who uses his simple words but yet in a powerful and effective way.

on free days like today, i'll poke my nose on other people's blogs. but, somehow couldn't find the motivation to do it these days. too many kenny sia's and cheeserland's alike. sometimes i caught myself trying to write like them and i felt like screaming to myself, 'oi, you COPYCAT!!!' it works. i deleted my whole post soon after.

let me share this quote with you:
if you use the work of an author, it is called PLAGIARISM. but, if you use the works of several authors, it is called RESEARCH.

well, that brings a whole new meaning to research and plagiarism, isn't it?

and i also think my blog needs some renovation. it looks boring, sounds boring. i could fall asleep reading my own post. wth! i also need a specific topic for my blog so friends who read my blog are saved from having to hear my rantings and my frets. perhaps, i'll go for sex issues *hoho*. a friend lent me a book called urban tantra. maybe, after i read it, i can teach you guys how to have spiritual sex.

going short again

it smelled like mushroom soup, seasoned with basil leaves and pepper, only, it didn't stimulate my appetite. rather, it cause me to feel nauseous. throughout the whole thirty minutes ordeal, my nose wrinkled, i am battling within my inner self, trying to console myself. i hate having extreme chemicals on my hair and i was more displeased that she insisted on treating my hair. her reason was simple: i want a short haircut but my hair is awesomely thick and coarse that i will need trimmings more frequently, every 3 weeks? that crazy?treating makes my hair more manageable in that sense, give it some sleekness so that it stick as close as possible to my scalp thus preventing some fly-away hair from jutting out, she said.

although the customers are always right, i couldn't bring myself to tell her, "can you just cut my hair short, just like how i would love it to be?" and i couldn't find any other reasons to say NO partly because she's the hairdresser and she knows best. partly because i respect her opinion as a hairdresser. for years, friends and other hairdressers i had been to suggested only rebonding which i rejected immediately. surely they are right about this technique being able to tame my hair down but unbeknown to them is why i choose not to go for rebonding. many perceive that it is just my sheer obstinatinacy-unwilling to face the fact that my hair is unruly. however, my opinion of the best solution for my hair is getting suitable haircuts rather than to go against my natural hair texture.

this lady, whom though i sometimes think is trying to cash out from me, is the only hairdresser who cuts my hair according to my face shape and hair texture and, she's my favourite hairdresser so far.

and there, snip snip snip. the almost-shoulder-length-hair i have been trying to keep long since last year was chopped off. and i was glad that it was done. having hair cut is what i enjoy a lot that i couldn't understand why some girls cry when their pony tails are snipped off. i mean, hair do grow back again. even if it takes a very long time to grow it back, it will still grow back. my head feel so much lighter now. and my head is the shape of oval now. before, it is square! can you imagine that bulkiness?

though i was aiming for the pixie look, my current hairstyle is not very pixie-ish and i think it is not short enough. but it suits me. cater to my laziness and messiness. oh, i just love short hair. if you have thick coarse hair and diamond/oval shape face, don't hesitate to chop your hair short. even better, if you have long neck and delicate eyes and nose. for me, i have neither slender neck nor pretty eyes, and my nose is broad, but i am quite satisfied. it's comfortable.

as usual, after each haircuts, my mum will give me comments-whether i want it or not. when i came back from the salon, she was quite delighted to see me, i think i saw some glints of approval in her eyes, and that's good. eight hours later, she told me my hair looks ugly! she prefers mine long. what a lovely lady my mum is!

dad was hoping that her daughter will be more lady-like, wearing long hair, and skirts. sorry dad, i prefer short for now. and, better tomboy then ladette isn't it?

2009

it's soon the time for beers, chips, fireworks and a massive countdown downtown again. it is unbelievable. has time gotten by this fast? have i been blinking too much? 364 days then, i was typing a similar post, dedicated for year 2009 and downed my very first (or two! ) bottle of liquor and i should have predicted that 364 days later, i'll be writing one last post before year 2009 ends.

2009 has been quite a memorable year for me. there's tears but it's mostly filled with good memories. just two months ago, pui shan and i were carving pumpkin for halloween and last semester break, we had a fun-filled trip to langkawi, kedah and penang. i have also been living quite healthily-went for badminton and swimming on tuesdays and fridays. yes, healthy unless you minus all the good food i've eaten this year-klang's famous bak kut teh, honey-glazed pork ribs, the highly praised taiwanese food in the gardens, and the nicely grilled, juicy cod fish and salmon fish of tao's cuisine.

my wallet is always in crisis, thanks to my growing appetite and indulgence in food. everyday my friends hear me grumbling about being fat-fat thigh, flabby arms, fat face, fat here, fat there, fat everywhere fat fat! poor this poor that poor my wallet! i am so irrational when it comes to food, i can be on a tight budget this month, but in the middle of it, you will see me cutting lamb chops in chillis, another day will have me sitting at the sushi bar, picking sushi and sipping green tea. with such lavish appetite, i doubt myself that i'll have enough to last the whole semester.

2009 is really a gastronomic year. ahhh!

sigh, with 2009 coming to an end, i suddenly realise that my white digital casio watch is now 1 year old! looking at the watch now, it is as if i am watching a film that's reeled backwards.

i am quite reluctant that this is the last day of 2009, but we must move on! looking forward to a good year ahead. 2010, welcome. i am prepared for you.

a toast to 2010. woohoo!

of her facebook obsessions and confessions

"social utility that connects you with the people around you”

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prologue:

well, as much as i hate to admit it, i am quite amused with facebook. it's already been integrated into my routine. every time i surf the internet, i'll surely, inevitably type in facebook.com (i dun save facebook in my bookmark, just in case i could still be cured off the facebook syndrome) in the first tab and other matters come next. but, this post is actually triggered by a particular topic started in the famous facebook, which in turn, revoked my love-hate relationship with FFB (you are free to percieve the abbreviation) or any social networks of the like. so, you read and tell me if i hate or love facebook. thank you.

where should i begin? ah, right.

#1: friends in friendster-friends or not?

remember the chatting channels, ICQ and MIRC? remember ICQ's signature "uh-oh"? they hold such a nostalgic value in my memory. a memory of my teen years. like all other teenagers of my time, i grew up using icq and then mirc. but, after a year, i ran out of topics and decided that i would not be using icq and mirc again. then, comes along the frienster. soon, friends were talking about adding friends and sending testimonials to each other. i was curious. how could you not tell what you feel and what you want to say to your friends face to face, but choose to write all that in friendster, which requires more work and effort.

out of curiosity and undeniably, the popularity, i signed up an account and i have since became a victim of friendster. before long, i found myself checking out everybody's profiles and pictures while condemning those who lock their profiles as private. *damn, this guy is handsome. i wanna see his pics/ kedekut betul!* i even checked to see if people actually writes in my testimonial box. that's also the starting of the narcissism in me.

one of the most interesting fact in friendster is the number of friends you have. the friendly count is a measure to your own popularity. basically, the more, the better. if the count is 10, it means you are a newbie, judging from the date you registered. if you are in for a long time, but your count of friends is still between 20-30, it means you are not so popular. translation: you are not the pretty/handsome type that people feel you should be worthy of knowing. on the good side, you can invade people's privacy more then yours being invaded. if you have up to 400 friends, your popularity is rate #2. translation: you are the beautiful type/macho type. constitution of friends probably your old school mates, your collegues, your bf/gf's friends, and someone who thinks both of you have the same interest. if your count exceeds 400 to uncountable that some needs to open a few more friendster accounts, bravo. your popularity is un-questionable. probably, you are one hot/dashing/handsome/sexiest person alive. and your friends probably consist of your old school mates, your collegues, your bf/gf's friends, your bf/gf's friends' friends, and yadda yadda yadda. i doubt that this particular popular person even stay in touch with 80% of the friends in his libraries.

as you might have guessed, my count of friends falls between the range of 20-40. but, BUT, i do not have anything against these beautiful people out there. this is just a mere opinion, not biased or prejudiced. in fact i have a confession to make. i was one of those people who envy about the high count and who gets excited when someone sends in a friend request. even though i do not add people randomly but i admit that i did accept the friend requests-me and my twisted principle.

an embarrassing piece to leak: i even edited my friendster profile two or three times to make it look "friendly" and "cool", all for the sake that it would catch some attention. now, looking back at the profile, i felt like puking. blerggghh! elaborating further will only have me dying of "geli-ness".

#2: facebook-starts with the letter F too!

so, it's the era of facebook, said a friend. whatever happens to friendster? is it joining the icq-mirc league? but, never mind that. facebook is much much more cooler and nicer then friendster. it's the in thing now. it's like a drug. you can get pms if you were denied access into facebook.

the term facebooking is a netlingo now but who knows, in the long run, it's a legal word and you can search it in dictionaries. perhaps something like this:

facebooking verb
/ˈfeɪs.bʊk.ɪŋ/
the act/process of logging into facebook, [copy-paste tagline] and indulging in its various activities such as restaurant city, pet society, happy farm town, updating and commenting on status, uploading pictures and videos; and etc.
E.g: She was facebooking in the lab when the lecturer wasn't looking.

truthfully, i enjoy facebooking very much. i think restaurant city is pretty childish but i am childish enough to play it. without fail, i water my plants next to my restaurant, feed my workers, answer the quizzes, visit my next-door-restaurateur and the next next next to see if i missed out my chance to collect free ingredients and redecorate my restaurant when my restaurant is profitting. wtfish!

reading friends' status and comments has been a favourite pastime too. nothing entertains more than reading these. commenting is even more entertaining. you can choose to agree, or to disagree or sometimes to black-humour someone. *evil evil grin*

the thing with facebook is that it is quite the same as friendster. the problem arises here. so-called friends aren't even sincere about befriending you. there is a reason why they added you. agree? well of course there are always some exceptions. but if you add this person, maybe you can get free ingredients if you are visiting his restaurant for the first time or what? (i only play restaurant city) no harm right? that's the whole point of facebook.

and oh boy! i do love the quizzes. 'naff said.

although facebook isn't really personal or claimed to be getting less personal, it has been a source of entertainment to me.

epilogue:

my writing here is not to prove that facebook is a piece of useless junk. no, of course! and i think i need to take facebooketamol pills to ease my fever.

time has it's own way of softening the rough edges. i can almost imagine myself chuckling at all those silly comments made and the bombs threw at each other in a very long long long time to come. i think this is what that defines part of our early 20s. oh, gosh. i am laughing now!


*this post is something i had in mind sometimes ago, but with many thoughts dissipating away in the end. as much as i enjoy writing this, i hope you enjoy reading it too (if there's someone :))*

academic slides vs blog posts

academic slides: read me! read me! exam coming soon. this monday!
blog post: eh, i just arrived in the blog. check me out. i am very interesting.

academic slides: oh, read me first. i am of higher priority. needs to go into processing first.
blog post:oh, i won't take a lot of time. don't worry.

academic slides:don't fall for that! First-in-first-out concept! i came in first. i've been in the queue 2 minutes ago.
blog post:shortest job first! remember. i have minimum turnaround and service time.

ah. ok. the blog post wins. "reading blog post" thus went into execution. *imagine abba's "the winner takes it all" playing in the background.*

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after reading the post, the eye found another interesting post and thus fired up a new message to the brain.

again the battle between the slides and the post begins:

academic slides:it's my turn now! yay!
blog post2: you know i can be done in a jiffy, don't you? besides, a few more minutes won't hurt. that academic slides is boring!

sigh. fall prey to blog post again. ok. just one more. last. *"the winner takes it all" playing in the background again*

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well, the loop goes on and on without terminating. the academic slides are now suffering from starvation. its existence in the queue is shrinking, forgotten and insignificant.

insignificant? that's a sad word.

i should implement the round robin that distributes processing time equally among requesting processes. eh, but wait! round robin might not be that efficient all the time.

so after all, priority-based scheduling is the best option now. sigh. i always ignore priority. that's always my problem. intensive focusing class in need.

if only the slides are in comic form. i'll be able to read once and remember for a long time. :)

quotable quotes

"The greatest tragedy in life is people who have sight, but no vision."

Helen Keller