WAH.... I'm so pissed off! See right, I'm writing this horrible, fucking long essay right... I got damn bored and decided to call home for some entertainment. Turns out that nobody actually wants to talk to me. I mean, you get days when everyone wants a piece of you and days when no one cares if you're there or not. I guess this was one of the latter. That's besides the point. Back to main story. So, I was talking to my mother, who passed me on to my brother cos she was helping my sister with some university enrollment thing (yes, she's changing school... again). Then my brother passed me to my sister cos he had to do homework. Then my sister passed me on to my mother again cos she wanted to login to her new uni website. Then my mother passed me to my sister again, dunno why. And then, in the middle of a nice interesting conversation about what the hell haplotypes, what the hell allele, what the hell clades and what the fuck Neanderthals, she suddenly passed me to my mother again! In mid-conversation without any explanation. FUCK..... So I got pissed off and hung up. Ten minutes later she called me again but this time, I hung up. Haha...

The moral of the story is that everyone should start using voice over internet programs like Skype. Cos it gives you

1. The freedom of calling your family from overseas without worrying about the cost
2. The freedom of hanging up during a call when you're pissed off without worrying about the cost
3. The freedom of hanging up when your family calls you because you are pissed off without worrying about the cost

Yah! So everyone should start using things like Skype and Voipstunt.

And the thing I really like about my sister is that she's the type of person that you can hate and kill without feeling guilty about it two days later. Cos she's such an irritating little shit. But, hey, little shits have their purpose in life too! Without them around to exterminate, you would have to vent your murderous urges on innocent people... Then you would have guilt to contend with. So, for a guilt-free murder spree, murder a little shit such as she. hahaha.

Ok, now back to work on the damned essay. Hey mei, what was that you said about alleles again?

hello,
I wanted to escape from my big pile of books and articles for a while so I thought, "hey why not updated my blog?". So now I'm here and I realise that actually, I don't really have anything to say. Mainly because nothing has changed in my monotonous existence! I'm still here, still trying to do my essay and class still haven't started. Isn't it amazing how life can stagnant and leave you thinking if today is really today or is it still yesterday? What are days and what are weeks when you have no timetable to follow, no appointments to keep? What are hours if you have no set time to wake up, sleep or eat? This is the ultimate torture for me, cos I hate being bored and I hate everyday being the same. Life is actually realy boring, in spite of what I tell Azeena (that I pick up random hot girls and guys from the clubs and get them drunk to bring home). Hey, I wish, man, I wish.

Hey, everyone should check out blogger's new thing. This slideshow that plays all the photos that people everywhere are uploading to blogger! Occasionally, you get some hot babe appearing and that's what makes my day!

http://play.blogger.com

What does your handwriting say about YOU?
The results of your analysis say:

You fill every waking moment with activity.
You are a person who thinks before acting, intelligent and thorough.
You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present.
You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!
You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.

Haha I got the link from my darling's blog! Muacks! Will someone who knows me please tell me if it's accurate or not. One thing to consider though, it's damn bloody hard to write your own name with a trackpad!

My mummy: I've been looking at hay-making machines on youtube. They're really interesting!

Me: What do you want to look at hay-making machines for?

Mummy: Just like to see how they work. One machine rolls up the hay and another one wraps it up in plastic.

Me: Really? That's strange. The machines here are quite different.

Mummy: Hmmm... Is the hay there the round kind of the cube shaped kind?

Me: I don't know but the machines work differently.

Mummy: How?

Me: You press the button and it goes: HEY! YO! HELLO! WAZZUP!

Mummy: Idiot.

You gotta read this:

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007190295,00.html

Poor Japanese women who don't know the difference between a poodle and a sheep. I mean, both have curly fur right?

I'm so Bored. Damn I'm so damn BORED!!! My one good flatmate Mehdi just went home and now I don't have anyone to talk to here. As some of you might recall from three months ago, I said I was on holiday. Well, I'm still fucking on holiday and there is now NOBODY here to play with. I mean, I could make friends and talk to the new flatmates. But NO! Why? Cos I don't fucking speak Japanese which is what they do all the time when they are in the common kitchen. So I just ignore and get ignored when three of us are cooking in the kitchen together. It just feels screwed up. No, I'm not the nice friendly one around here.

Some funny things are happening at home though. My messed up little sister has become some Yoga master freak and locks herself in her room all day doing yoga. Weirdass. She has some instructor diploma in it so please ask for her contacts if you can pay well and want to learn yoga. I personally have something against yoga. Maybe it is a remnant from the days of being taught by the worst geography teacher ever, whose name was Pang Sai (Shitting). Man was she cuckoo in the head. She enthused about yoga all lesson while supposedly teaching us stuff, drank about 20 litres of water a day to stop her shriveled prune self from withering away and had strange ideas about the solar plexus. Yeah. I'm absolutely freaking out about the fact that my own blood kin is on her way to become such as Pang Sai. My mummy says the little bugger goes on and on about wanting to go on a trip to India and has started translating Sanskrit texts or someshit. Oh and did I mention that she is becoming sort of vegetarian? I mean, how long more will it be before she starts eating tao gay exclusively and decides to run off to India to find Nirvana and the Cradle of Civilisation. I'm truly worried. So I point my finger and say, 'FREAK!'

Hello people out there. My cough is almost gone now. So that's good news.

I'm bored here... so I look at cool stuff online.
My mummy recently bought this thing for my brother. It's really cool. Lego Mindstorms NXT 8527 is this state-of-the-art robot thing that can be programmed to do whatever the hell you want it to do! It comes with easy programming software but you can also write your own programs at different levels of abstraction to make it do weird stuff. How come my lego consisted of little coloured blocks that could only be made into houses and castles? How come I didn't get the Intelligent 32-bit microprocessor Birck? or the Light Sensor Brick? I also don't remember the touch sensor, sound sensor,ultrasonic sensor, usb connection and bluetooth brick. Damn. I must have been a really deprived kid.


http://mindstorms.lego.com/eng/default.aspx
http://shop.lego.com/ByTheme/Product.aspx?p=B8527&cn=17&d=70

Sick and dying. I got the cough again. I think I'm going to cough out my lungs one of these days. I'll be walking around and suddenly, cough Cough COUGH!!!. Hey! What are those funny looking red balloon things you just pulled out of your mouth? Oh these? Sorry, My lungs decided they needed some fresh air.