I said, "Yes, you looked wonderful tonight~~"

The song is "wonderful tonight by eric clapton" ____________________________________________________________________

Lately, my hair looks like this... Well...I took quite some time to style it this way. And so far...only did it once. Haha...I rather it swinging then hardened.

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That is for manual styling...Here are some "auto-styling" pictures achievable only after a good night sleep! xD

Hope you enjoyed it!

Dumb Dumb people that dont know how to use the toilet

First, I did not cry nor did I LoL after my fluid midterm.

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Today my class at CLC and it was supposed to be 8am to 10 am but the lecturer released us early at 9.30am. I was in need of going to the toilet but from experience, from 9am to about 10am the toilets in CLC was under maintenance (cleaning). So I went to the neighbouring block which was FOSEE (meant for Foundation students) to find myself a toilet.

Arriving there, I met a cleaner coming out from the toilet. This was how it went...

Me: Kak, boleh saya guna? (pointing towards the toilet)

She gave me a stare and said...

Kak: Kamu dari CLC ke?

Noticing her unhappy face, I quickly replied...

Me: Tak, saya dari class sini.

Not sure what she said already but she started ranting about how she just cleaned the toilet and a few guys from CLC came and caused a blockage in the "peeing column" and the whole floor was wet...then I followed her into the toilet, and she started pointing to the column...

Kak: Sini lah, mana boleh buang benda dalam ni. Yang benda itu sudah takde (refering to the trap that keeps solids from entering the drainage) mestilah sumbat. Tengok lah lantai! Semua banjir sampai ke luar.

Me: Oh...

Then I went in to one of the section (the one that you can do big business in) and did my business while she continued complaining that other people will make a complain about the toilet and she will get caught in the fire. When I came out she wasnt there anymore.

Me: Haih...pity her...some people just dont know how to use a toilet...

Walking half way back towards CLC (CLC and FOSEE is connected by a bridge on the first floor), she called out to me with a smile on her face...

Kak: Dik! Kamu dari CLC ya...

In that split second I thought of telling her the truth which was, if I had told her I was from CLC in the beginning, she would right away shoot me without thinking. But I thought, aih..forget it...

Me: Takde la kak...Saya dari class sana (pointing towards FOSEE).

Kak (being persistent): Mana? 000 berapa? (the 000 refers to the lecture hall number)

Me (still not giving up): Saya dari atas satu tingkat, hujung sana.

Kak: Habis kenapa tak guna tandas dekat atas? Atas pun ada tandas.

At this point, thankfully I know the layout of the building cause I studied here before...

Me: Tandas kat sana ada satu itu (refering to the peeing column and doing hand gesture) saja dan satu itu (refering to the section for big business). Tadi ada banyak orang...

Finally she stopped being persistent and swallowed my story...

Kak: Tapi saya tak faham lah...kenapa budak CLC datang sini? CLC pun ada banayak tandas apa...kenapa tak pergi situ? Kenapa mesti datang sini...

Me: Setahu saya kak, kira-kira pukul sembilan hingga sepuluh, tandas kat CLC sedang dibersih. Jadi semua tandas tak boleh guna.

Kak:Oh, dia ada letak ini ya (using her mop to lean against the wall and then used her hands to draw a cross on the air).

Me: Ya, kak. Mereka tutup jadi tak boleh guna. Kakak pun boleh letak macam tu.

Kak: Kakak tak nak letak sebab kesina juga. Tapi guna pun janganlah sampai kotorkan...

Me: Mereka tak tau gunalah kak...

Kak: Tak fahamlah saya. Ada sekali, satu budak tu kakak selalu jumpa dia. Dia selalu cakap dia suka guna tandas kat sini sebab bersih.

Then she went on talking...there was one guy who is christian, studied for 5 years here, work in Singapore, still Malaysian, people like him knows how to take care of their own image, anak Malaysia...

and after that, another story about a guy who just went and piss went she was right beside him mopping. She even made the gesture LMAO!

Kak: Budak itu...kak dekat tepi saja tengah lap lantai, dia boleh...(while acting like the guy holding his wee wee). Kalau adik, adik rasa malu tak...

Me: mestilah malu.

Kak: dia ni tak langsung...boleh dia kencing...saya kat sebelah aje.

After that, I tried to take my leave coz I got another class (tutorial actually) coming up. She wished me good luck studying and bye bye...

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But seriously...damn lot of idiots dont know how to keep the toilet clean. If go to the toilet before they clean...beside the toilet bowl got damn lot of tissue papers...once I was unlucky enough to meet with a lump of dried up shit! No matter how many times I flushed...it didnt move an inch. I even tried shooting it with the hose...still didnt budge! Seriously WTF! The fella must have consumed some kind of super glue.

Conclusion is, although many consider themselves as city or high class people but their toilet skills are below that of an animal! Even a dog knows how to cover their shit with sand...Such disappointment.

Will I end up laughing or the other way around?

Fluid mechanics midterm test is this wed. The first part is taught by Dr. Teo KK which I think almost every senior doesnt like. He will be setting the questions I suppose and I dont think it will be easy.

So...will I laugh or will I cry?

Drag me to...KUKU la!

Just finished watching drag me to hell. The last time I checked, the rating was 7.9 out of 10 on imdb and most people I asked said it was good.

After watching the first half of the movie, my thought was,"Shit man...the girl so suey suddenly got cursed by some bitch then some demon chasing you and harassing you before taking your soul. Fucking Damn scary!". I was shaking like hell in my chair (ask Jackson, Mong or Irene, they can tell you). Then from second half onwards, the movie became sarcastic....or rather stupid. Graphics was a bit lame also. It's like the director has no idea how to end the movie and simply put stuff inside.

Overall, the buildup of the story is good but the ending sucks. There is LOTS of disgusting things like spraying blood from the nose, vomitting some goo, disgusting fake sets of teeth, phlegm, a bloody fly going in and out of the girl's nostril then into her mouth and later coming out again, lots and lots of pulling of hair (I still wonder why the girl still have hair after all that pulling...the word "movie" explains it all).

Dont recommend you to watch it in the cinema. You can put this in...let's say almost at the end of your "I am bored and I want to do something" list. There you go...

I will be~~

I will be - Avril Lavigne

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Today, my materials lecturer related one of the application of ferromagnetic metals (naturally posesses magnetic field) with our daily stuff. There are two types which is hard metals and soft metals.

This is how he related it....

Hard metals are harder to magnetize and demagnetize while soft metals are easy to magnetize and demagnetize. Some devices requires soft metals and some requires hard metals.

1st way : Its like carbohydrates and fat. One is easier to extract energy from (carbohydrates) and the other is harder (fat). Then why dont we store carbohydrates instead of fat as source of backup energy? Its because storing as fat is less bulky and therefore takes up less space and weighs less. Unlike moving creatures, plants store food in form of carbohydrates cause they dont move. If we were to store food in the form of carbohydrate, we can just cut out part of our body and eat it to get instant energy.

2nd way : Men stores fat in their tummy. Women stores fat in their...? Breast? WRONG! In their thighs and buttocks. Theory is that during ancient times, men go out hunting. If the fat is stored in their thighs and buttocks, they wont be able to run fast. Storing fat in their tummy, where the centre of gravity is, still allows them to run. That's why if you see a policeman with a tummy, dont criticize him, HE CAN RUN!

3rd way : But then tummy isnt a good place to store fat, the best place is the thighs and buttocks. However, men still cant store fat at their thighs and buttocks because of the existance of their genitals. It might disrupt certain "THINGS". Even so, the fat located at the tummy is easier to burn than fat located in the thighs or buttocks.

Conclusion : In the end, it is all based on the application, what characteristics is needed for the device. I am talking bout the metals, not fat.

Different lecturer different style

Today I made a comparison between three lecturers. All three have a Dr. title under their belt.

First, the one teaching me Materials Engineering this semester. He comes in and babble out some stuff regarding elements and says you should know this you know...it might come out in your exam. Then simply just give some questions that I got no idea how to answer even after spending few hours going through the book and notes while searching the internet and says one of them might come out. Scribble something on the white board with...lousy handwriting add with a marker that is almost out of ink. Squinted my eyes till it almost pop-ed due to the pressure...This, I think is the type classic type of lecturer that dont spoon feed.


Second, the one teaching me Engineering Maths 3. He is like...you must know this and that. You just learnt this what...2 weeks ago? Gave it back already? This type of lecturer gives you lots of pressure and makes you doubt your ability to answer any question... >..<


Third, the lecturer that is my tutor for Engineering Maths 3. He is like, this is super hard. Must becareful doing it. This is not easy...He said it gently and calmly; just the way he presents the tutorial classes which makes you want to study properly and not let him down. This type of lecturer is the one that puts himself into your shoes and speaks from your point of view. GREAT!


Different lecturers different style...

Pinky

Today I bought a new phone. After considering between Nokia 5320 and SE T700, I finally decided on T700.



after asking the seller whether he have a pure silver one, he said no, and not certain when will have new stock for that. He said there was only pink...my thought was this...



But actually it was like this....


Grabbed it anyway...opt for a change...LoL...

Introducing Pinky...my new phone

It's a difficult decision

Imagine yourself being caught in the middle of two things and you have to choose either of them.
One is what you need to move forward.
One is what you dont want to leave behind.

Which one will you choose?

Of course you cant hold on to both. If you can, it will be easy.

Delaying wont do you any good either, cause opportunity doesnt wait for you. Grab it or let it go...

So grab it or let it go?

Blood Donation Drive

TOday after my class ended at 9am, I went to the library and loitered there till 10am to wait for the hospital ppl to setup their stuff for the blood donation.

It's my second time donating (1st was in NS), so instead of keeping quiet and following instructions like I did the first time, I asked the person in charge of each counter what test are they doing and what is it for.

First, I need to feel up a form the size of A3 (the size of two A4 papers together) with basic info about me and a questionaire asking stuff like whether I got HIV, Hepatitis B, and many more. Then they took my weight. If you are 45 kg and below, you cant donate. I am 60kg with my shoes on...lets say my shoes is about 2kg...DAMN! I am gaining weight!

Then, the next counter is where they use a small needle to prick your finger. After pricking your finger, the guy used something...duno what is it called...like a very thin straw with a pump at the end to suck the blood from your finger. When I asked what was it for, he said its to check whether I have enough hemoglobin. Apart from that, its also used to check your blood group. If not enough, I cant donate. Then he gave me a small blue form to fill because the first time I donated wasnt in Malacca, so they have no record of me there =.= The thing is...he pricked my pointing finger on my right hand which made it hard to fill in the form....

Next is table is where they check for my blood pressure. A strap around the bisep muscles and the thing is pumped with air...My blood pressure was 120+/60+ I think...not sure LoL.It was normal so off I went to the next table. The next table is where they give me a bag with all the things needed to donate blood such as the blood bag, some injection, alcohol soaked cotton bud in a packet, etc.

Now I start donating...first, they put that strap around my biseps again and pumped air into it putting pressure to my arm. Then they gave me a cylinder object to hold and asked me to squeeze it. When I squeezed it, my veins started showing. THat's when they inject me with something...LoL. Forgot to ask what was that for cause I dont really like needles actually...Then here comes the "so much more thicker needle than the injection needle". She poked it into my veins. First, it was connected into a smaller bag which is for testing later to see whether the blood is suitable for the patient who is gonna "use" it. Then it was connected to one of the three comparatively larger bags. Not sure whether my blood filled the three bags or not...What I know is that I donated 400 ml of my 4-6 litres of blood.

What do I feel? I felt great...then I started feeling tired...LoL. My hand still hurts a bit now. I feel glad to donate because while I am still young and healthy, I might as well contribute something rather than wait till I get old and basically not of much use only I think of contributing.

That's it....