June 06, 2005

so my day starts now

got up so late yet still so tired. i wonder if its kinda illness. i can barely stop my head falling to the desk. seems i may still need a nap b4 bed time tonight. havnt had a serious post for what half a year. but then ive never been good at blogging thingy. but since after this very last exam on 10th my blog will soon b removed, so figured i'd blog a little now and here comes a very random blog…err… what 2 write…

…err…umm, my last exams drivin me crazy now. i didnt kno a 18 cats module required so much work. i hav i mean i reli hav put up some good effort into revision (but then im also putting up some good effort into revision avoidance while i speak and type). i was told by others i shud get at least a 80+ just to make that module worth takin, some even suggested a 90+. its quite true, how the heck can a 3rd yr morse student ever be allowed to take such an easy accounting module?! but having said that i did get some 'penalty' for doing this. it 'marks down' the original 24 cats to just 18!!! now come to think of it im really a shithead, y wuld i wanna to do sth like that as its so obvious that i hav absolutely no chance to get a 90 not even in my dreams not to mention a 90+ and a very little chance of getting a 80. and the real cost and pain behind this is this last exam of mine is 13 days yes 13 days after the second last one so i've got to wait and its not that i cant wait, i can wait yes i can. but every1s finished theirs, even some 2nd years too. this makes it hard for me to continue strugglling on with my revision. those finished go like 'got some real good time to revise huh good for you', 'take ur time take ur time ur still young', 'library i wonder where it is' and suddenly i received a bunch hell lot of 'good luck's from all over the campus. some1 even kindly sent me a txt saying 'wuahahaha, im done' with a nice pic like this

i was like wtf. u guys reli enjoy teasin me around d*mmit. uhuh, newayz only 3 days to go now. wish me gd luck once more plz coz i reli need it.


June 05, 2005

more tests





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no way! i got this ugly thing again!! yyyyyyy? i h8 html languages!!!





           



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June 03, 2005

Amzanig huh?!

Cdnoult blveiee taht i clouod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht i was raeidng. Aoccdring to a rscheearch at Cmabridge Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in wath oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny ipromoatnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pcale. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is becuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

June 02, 2005

i miss home

i swear i'll go home soon. i miss everyone at home, so much so that i just can't wait. but then again, once i'm at home i'll miss england soon. dunno y am always like this. grrrrrr…

StOp RaCiSm

вℓα¢к мαи ωαℓкѕ ιитσ α ¢αfє єαяℓу σиє мσяиιиg αи∂ иσтι¢єѕ нє'ѕ тнє σиℓу вℓα¢к σиє тнєяє

αѕ нє ѕαт ∂σωи нє иσтι¢є∂ α ωнιтє мαи ѕαт вєнιи∂ нιм, тнє ωнιтє мαи ѕαι∂ "¢σℓσυяє∂ ρєσρℓє αяи'т αℓℓσωє∂ ιи нєяє" .

тнє вℓα¢к мαи яєρℓιє∂...

"ωнєи ι ωαѕ вσяи ι ωαѕ вℓα¢к

ωнєи ι gяєω υρ ι ωαѕ вℓα¢к

ωнєи ι'м ѕι¢к ι'м вℓα¢к

ωнєи ι gσ ιи тнє ѕυи ι'м вℓα¢к

ωнєи ι'м ¢σℓ∂ ι'м вℓα¢к

αи∂ ωнєи ι ∂ιє ι'м вℓα¢к.

вυт уσυ ѕιя...

ωнєи уσυ ωєяє вσяи уσυ ωєяє ριик

ωнєи уσυя'є ѕι¢к уσυя'є gяєєи

ωнєи уσυ ѕтαу ιи тнє ѕυи уσυя'є яє∂

ωнєи уσυя'є ¢σℓ∂ уσυ тυяи вℓυє

αи∂ ωнєи уσυ ∂ιє уσυ тυяи ρυяρℓє."

"αи∂ уєт уσυ нανє тнє иєяνє тσ ¢αℓℓ мє ¢σℓσυяє∂!"

тнє вℓα¢к мαи тυяиє∂ вα¢к αяσυи∂ αи∂ тнє ωнιтє мαи ωαℓкє∂ αωαу.

¢σρу тнιѕ ιитσ уσυя BLOG αи∂ нєℓρ єяαѕє яα¢ιѕм! cHeeRzzzz

To those who don't like or can't read the above, I made another version for you:

A BLACK MAN WALKS INTO A CAFE EARLY ONE MORNING AND NOTICES HE'S THE ONLY ONE THERE

AS HE SAT DOWN HE NOTICED A WHITE MAN SAT BEHIND HIM, THE WHITE MAN SAID "COLOURED PEOPLE ARN'T ALLOWED IN HERE" .

THE BLACK MAN REPLIED

"WHEN I WAS BORN I WAS BLACK

WHEN I GREW UP I WAS BLACK

WHEN I'M SICK I'M BLACK

WHEN I GO IN THE SUN I'M BLACK

WHEN I'M COLD I'M BLACK

AND WHEN I DIE I'M BLACK.

BUT YOU SIR

WHEN YOU WERE BORN YOU WERE PINK

WHEN YOUR'E SICK YOUR'E GREEN

WHEN YOU STAY IN THE SUN YOU'RE RED

WHEN YOUR'E COLD YOU TURN BLUE

AND WHEN YOU DIE YOU TURN PURPLE

"AND YET YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME 'COLOURED'

THE BLACK MAN TURNED BACK AROUND AND THE WHITE MAN WALKED AWAY.


March 27, 2005

dammit, one whole hour's got taken away from my life

Ahhhhhh, geezzzzzz. Stupid me!!! …v_v…

How could I actually forget the clock went forward one hour from midnight last night(today). I'm such a shithead. Urghhhhh. Thanks for the ms windows that itself automatically corrected the time or else I would be still living in a world falling one hour behind all other live beings.

D*mn the British summer time…


sth interesting I found on the web

Why I Will Never Have A Girlfriend

Tristan Miller
German Research Center for Artificial Intelligence1

20 December 1999

Why don't I have a girlfriend?
This is a question that practically every male has asked himself at one point or another in his life. Unfortunately, there is rarely a hard and fast answer to the query. Many men try to reason their way through the dilemma nonetheless, often reaching a series of ridiculous explanations, each more self-deprecating than the last: "Is it because I'm too shy, and not aggressive enough? Is it my opening lines? Am I a boring person? Am I too fat or too thin? Or am I simply ugly and completely unattractive to women?" When all other plausible explanations have been discounted, most fall back on the time-honoured conclusion that "there must be Something Wrong™ with me" before resigning themselves to lives of perpetual chastity.2

Not the author, though. I, for one, refuse to spend my life brooding over my lack of luck with women. While I'll be the first to admit that my chances of ever entering into a meaningful relationship with someone special are practically non-existent, I staunchly refuse to admit that it has anything to do with some inherent problem with me. Instead, I am convinced that the situation can be readily explained in purely scientific terms, using nothing more than demographics and some elementary statistical calculus.

Lest anyone suspect that my standards for women are too high, let me allay those fears by enumerating in advance my three criteria for the match. First, the potential girlfriend must be approximately my age — let's say 21 plus or minus three or four years. Second, the girl must be beautiful (and I use that term all-encompassingly to refer to both inner and outer beauty). Third, she must also be reasonably intelligent — she doesn't have to be Mensa material, but the ability to carry on a witty, insightful argument would be nice. So there they are — three simple demands, which I'm sure everyone will agree are anything but unreasonable.

That said, I now present my demonstration of why the probability of finding a suitable candidate fulfilling the three above-noted requirements is so small as to be practically impossible — in other words, why I will never have a girlfriend. I shall endeavour to make this proof as rigorous as the available data permits. And I should note, too, that there will be no statistical trickery involved here; I have cited all my sources and provided all relevant calculations3 in case anyone wishes to conduct their own independent review. Let's now take a look at the figures.

Number of people on Earth (in 1998): 5 592 830 000 [WP98, Table A-3]
We start with the largest demographic in which I am interested — namely, the population of this planet. That is not to say I'm against the idea of interstellar romance, of course; I just don't assess the prospect of finding myself a nice Altairian girl as statistically significant. Now anyway, the latest halfway-reliable figures we have for Earth's population come from the United States Census Bureau's 1999 World Population Profile [WP98]. Due presumably to the time involved in compiling and processing census statistics, said report's data is valid only as of 1998, so later on we'll be making some impromptu adjustments to bring the numbers up to date.

…who are female: 2 941 118 000 [WP98, Table A-7]
I'd've thought that, given the title of this essay, this criterion goes without saying. In case anyone missed it, though, I am looking for exclusively female companionship. Accordingly, roughly half of the Earth's population must be discounted. Sorry, guys.

…in "developed" countries: 605 601 000 [WP98, Table A-7]
We now further restrict the geographical area of interest to so-called "first-world countries". My reasons for doing so are not motivated out of contempt for those who are economically disadvantaged, but rather by simple probability. My chances of meeting a babe from Bhutan or a goddess from Ghana, either in person or on the Internet, are understandably low. In fact, I will most likely spend nearly my entire life living and working in North America, Europe, and Australia, so it is to these types of regions that the numbers have been narrowed.

…currently (in 2000) aged 18 to 25: 65 399 083 [WP98, Tables A-3 & A-7]
Being neither a pedophile nor a geriatrophile, I would like to restrict my search for love to those whose age is approximately equal to my own. This is where things get a bit tricky, for two reasons: first, the census data is nearly two years old, and second, the "population by age" tables in [WP98] are not separated into individual ages but are instead quantized into "15–19" (of whom there are 39 560 000) and "20–44" (population 215 073 000). Women aged 15 to 19 in 1998 will be aged 17 to 21 in 2000; in this group, I'm interested in dating those 18 or older, so, assuming the "15–19" girls' ages are uniformly distributed, we have

Similarly, of 1998's "20–44" category, there are now

females within my chosen age limit. The sum, 66 059 680, represents the total number of females aged 18 to 25 in developed countries in 2000. Unfortunately, roughly 1% of these girls will have died since the census was taken;4 thus, the true number of so-far eligible bachelorettes is 65 399 083.

…who are beautiful: 1 487 838
Personal attraction, both physically and personality-wise, is an important instigator of any relationship. Of course, beauty is a purely subjective trait whose interpretation may vary from person to person. Luckily it is not necessary for me to define beauty in this essay except to state that for any given beholder, it will probably be normally distributed amongst the population.5 Without going into the specifics of precisely which traits I admire, I will say that for a girl to be considered really beautiful to me, she should fall at least two standard deviations above the norm. From basic statistics theory, the area to the left of the normal curve at z = 2 is

and so it is this number with which we multiply our current population pool.

…and intelligent: 236 053
Again, intelligence can mean different things to different people, yet I am once more relieved of making any explanation by noting that it, like most other characteristics, has a notionally normal distribution across the population. Let's assume that I will settle for someone a mere one standard deviation above the normal; in that case, a further

of the population must be discounted.

…and not already committed: 118 027
I could find no hard statistics on the number of above-noted girls who are already married, engaged, or otherwise committed to a significant other, but informal observation and anecdotal evidence leads me to believe that the proportion is somewhere around 50%. (Fellow unattached males will no doubt have also noticed a preponderance of girls legitimately offering, "Sorry, I already have a boyfriend" as an excuse not to go on a date.) For reasons of morality (and perhaps too self-preservation), I'm not about to start hitting on girls who have husbands and boyfriends. Accordingly, that portion of the female population must also be considered off-limits.

…and also might like me: 18 726
Naturally, finding a suitable girl who I really like is no guarantee that she'll like me back. Assuming, as previously mentioned, that personal attractiveness is normally distributed, there is a mere 50% chance that any given female will consider me even marginally attractive. In practice, however, people are unlikely to consider pursuing a relationship with someone whose looks and personality just barely suffice. Let's make the rather conservative assumption, then, that a girl would go out with someone if and only if they were at least one standard deviation above her idea of average. In that case, referring to our previous calculation, only 15.8655% of females would consider someone with my physical characteristics and personality acceptable as a potential romantic partner.

Conclusion
It is here, at a pool of 18 726 acceptable females, that we end our statistical analysis. At first glance, a datable population of 18 726 may not seem like such a low number, but consider this: assuming I were to go on a blind date with a new girl about my age every week, I would have to date for 3493 weeks before I found one of the 18 726. That's very nearly 67 years. As a North American male born in the late 1970s, my life expectancy is probably little more than 70 years, so we can safely say that I will be quite dead before I find the proverbial girl of my dreams. Come to think of it, she'll probably be dead too.

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So there you have it, my friends — finally, a cogent, scientific, non-self-deprecating argument for why I will never have a girlfriend. That said, if you happen to be a girl deluded enough to think that you and I have a chance together, feel free to drop me a line, but I warn you, you face odds of 157 060 to 1. I wouldn't bother if I were you.

Update (2000–04-01): My sarcastic pleas for some e-mail have finally been answered. Take a look at this letter from a hysterical female reader, which I think perfectly demonstrates the point of this entire essay. (I think the fact that she's a WebTV user explains a lot — in fact, I was sure this e-mail was an April Fool's joke until I noticed the return address.)

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Bibliography
[WP98]
U.S. Bureau of the Census, Report WP/98, World Population Profile: 1998. Washington, DC: U.S. Government Printing Office, 1999.
Footnotes
… Intelligence1
This paper was written when the author was at Griffith University, Australia.
… chastity.2
After a short period of brooding, of course, these males will eventually come to the realization that the real reason they were never able to get a girlfriend is that they were too discriminating with their attentions. They will consequently return to the dating scene, entering a sequence of blasé relationships with mediocre girls for whom they don't really care, until they finally marry one out of fear of spending the rest of their lives alone. I am convinced that this behaviour is the real reason for today's alarmingly high divorce rate.
… calculations3
Due to rounding, figures cited may not add up exactly.
… taken;4
[WP98] gives the annual death rate for developed countries as 10 per 1000, but does not list death rates per age group. Presumably, the death rate graphs as a bathtub curve, but in absence of any numbers supporting this hypothesis, and for the sake of simplicity, I will conservatively estimate the death rate among this age group to be 1% biennially.
… population.5
Despite my efforts to research the matter, I could find no data on the distribution of beauty, either outer or inner, amongst the population. Perhaps attractiveness, being a largely subjective trait, does not lend itself to quantification. It is not unreasonable, however, to assume that like most other traits, it has a normal distribution. Indeed, this assumption seems to be backed up by informal observation and judgment — in any reasonably large group of people, most of them will be average-looking, and a tiny minority either exceedingly beautiful or exceedingly ugly.


March 22, 2005

tracking back in my memories…

There are many factors that in a lifetime help to determine who you are. Yet for me there is that one circumstance which influenced my being and ultimately changed my life forever. I've had many experiences in all my years that have helped to make me the person that I am today, but none has done so more than when I began working with individuals with disabilities. One can never fully appreciate all they have until they immerse themselves in helping those who can't help themselves. Giving friendship and compassion to those who yearned for attention gave me a sense of pride and them a sense of self-worth. Many of these individuals had either been abandoned or had no family at all and I became their only source of companionship. 'Joe, you're my best friend.' The sound of a six year old boy with Down Syndrome proclaiming his admiration for me still rings sweet in my ear. Hey frosty, i wish you well. you're a great boy.

March 13, 2005

Lyrics – Fields of Hope

konna ni tsumetai tobari no fukaku de
anata wa hitori de nemutteru
inori no utagoe sabishii nohara wo
chiisa na hikari ga terashiteta

Beneath a veil so cold,

You deeply sleep, all alone

The melody of prayer; on the lonely fields,

a little light shined

anata no yume wo miteta
kodomo no you ni waratteta
natsukashiku mada tooku
sore wa mirai no yakusoku

I watched as you dreamed

You laughed like a child

So dear, and yet so far –

That is the promise of our future

itsuka midori no asa ni
itsuka tadoritsukeru to
fuyugareta kono sora wo
shinjiteiru kara
Fields of hope

That one day, on a green morning,

One day, we will make it there

Because in this wintered sky

We still believe

Fields of Hope

umarete kita hi ni dakishimete kureta
yasashii ano te wo sagashiteru
inori no utagoe hitotsu kiete mata hajimaru
tayorinaku setsunaku tsuzuku

On the day we were born, we were embraced

And now we search for those gentle hands again

The melody of prayer; one vanishes,

And all begins again; a powerless, painful continuation

itsuka midori no asa e
subete no yoru wo koete
sore wa tada hitori zutsu
mitsukete yuku basho dakara

One day, to that green morning,

We'll cross through all these nights

Because that is the place each one of us searches for

ima wa tada kono mune de
anata wo atatametai
natsukashiku mada tooi
yasuragi no tame ni
Fields of hope

Now, within my own heart,

I want to keep you warm

So dear, and yet so far –

In the name of peace

Fields of Hope

natsukashiku mada tooi
yakusoku no nohara
Fields of hope
Fields of hope

So dear, and yet so far –

The fields of promise

Fields of Hope

Fields of Hope


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