tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41450562011-10-25T16:29:31.961+01:00Charl, Charly Barly, Kinky Pinky, Chappy, X Angel, Dulcinea, Odacian, Interactor, Brat, Linsteadian, Rafflesian, Sri Amanian, Sugar & Spice, Sadist but nice, you're right... maybe I'm just Charlotte sometimes...dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.comBlogger7801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-847178370882304442007-08-29T23:38:00.000+01:002007-08-30T00:46:23.018+01:00

One last night in London, one final post from me.I think I've figured it out, it's not the parks, nor cobbled stones, nor secret alley ways, nor English tea that I'll miss. It's the friends I'm leaving behind. It's my little brother who's got to cope on his own in the UK now. It's the EE guys whom I'll miss terribly when I'm in need of all-guy bullying to put me in my place. It's the MSOC people

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-16797048747190104322007-08-23T00:39:00.000+01:002007-08-23T01:09:22.420+01:00

I can never separate rain from London, or so it seems. Walking back from West End, completely drenched with squeaky shoes, it was refreshing (although I doubt Kit who was drenched from head to toe felt the same).Despite all my previous posts that mentioned my time in London has outdone its welcome, I will miss this quaint city, its awful weather, and its cobbled stone roads which absolutely kill

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-35860073503010177882007-08-06T23:12:00.000+01:002007-08-06T23:38:15.025+01:00

If you've been following my little journey around the world, you'd be happy to know that I've sailed back to London and I'm enjoying a spot of good weather that I've hardly seen in my last 4 years here.It's a little strange to come back not as a student, nor living the student life. No more dorm rooms, microwave pasta and torn jeans.And I miss it. Amidst all the luxury of owning a working life, I

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-45095203891392547402007-07-20T06:01:00.000+01:002007-07-20T06:16:12.628+01:00

If it wasn't because my Nokia had died yesterday, and I had to switch on the phone my cousin gave me, I wouldn't have known that the world was searching for me in the aftermath of the steam explosion that rocked midtown New York on Wednesday.I was pretty far from the area really, and my biggest concern at that time was how to get to dinner on 17th street. But it was pretty massive, and I'm glad

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-6488574391053250752007-07-17T10:03:00.000+01:002007-07-17T10:24:17.610+01:00

I just can't get the hang of it here. New York city is THE city, and should be every cosmopolitan girl's dream. But I just took a look at the clothes I brought, and it's more Penang beach bum than anything else. What was I thinking? That I was going on holiday in Miami?It's ironic that I am really most comfortable in my three quarters and my cheap birkenstock look-a-likes... when I've been a city

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-20001329254910822942007-07-15T06:18:00.000+01:002007-07-15T06:25:51.288+01:00

It took 22 hours to get all the way here... and now I have no idea where to go. It's taken awhile to adjust to the orientation of the map, and figure out where everyone is in this hotel. I couldn't even understand what the taxi driver from the airport was saying!"You wannago marnarten?""Huh?""Marnaten?""Wha- oh.. Manhattan, yes please, Manhattan"I'm not even sure which way to face to see the

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-9798173827090523182007-07-13T18:33:00.000+01:002007-07-13T18:40:13.646+01:00

Do you know how hard it is to leave home?Every year my time spent at home has been getting shorter and shorter. And now that I've finished university and everyone expects me to be home for good... I have to disappoint them and tell them that my next port of call is new york, then london and finally hong kong for good.Keep in touch. Tell me about your lives, hopes and dreams. Tell me if you're

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-56474623766431478062007-07-02T12:26:00.000+01:002007-07-02T14:19:51.359+01:00

I could lie and say that I'm bored and this is my last resort for entertainment, but you know that won't be true. I love talking about myself more than the next person, so why wouldn't I do a meme especially if I've been tagged by Heng Kai? 1) Name one person who made you smile last night.Er, Sugs I guess. I was out with her getting a manicure and we were gossiping which makes me laugh a

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-51272355374244772822007-06-28T17:58:00.000+01:002007-06-28T18:19:24.823+01:00

When they said university would be the best days of your life... they were pretty much spot on. The last 4 years have had their ups and downs, and thankfully the scales are tipped on the side of the ups! And this blog has been following all of it silently. Or perhaps not that silently.This blog has narrated my journey, since I arrived home in Malaysia after those arduous years in Singapore, right

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-64370045834272057352007-06-27T13:07:00.000+01:002007-06-27T13:13:55.371+01:00

A few thousand feet above the ground, I could see the oil palm trees swaying and I felt... like I was home.The sun is brighter, the sambal belacan is spicier and the family folk are louder. If things stayed this way, I could live in this place forever.Honey, I'm home.

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-69971821038637026172007-06-18T23:34:00.001+01:002011-10-25T16:29:31.998+01:00

And with my final year project presentation finally tucked out of sight (it was soooo awful, I do not want to talk about it... except at length to everyone I meet), I am now (if I do not fail, touchwood) an ahMeng. Which is better than being an ahBeng, you'd agree.When I was still a wee lass in school, graduation and earning a degree seemed like such a big deal. But now, I've passed the threshold

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-30210132644457614572007-06-14T14:18:00.001+01:002007-06-14T14:26:32.760+01:00

There was supposed to be this feeling of ecstatic celebration, like fireworks, like a burst of confetti.But all I feel is the aftermath of a headache that has just only subsided. I'm not proud of myself, I probably did the worst project in my entire life. It only proves how much of an academic I am not! No, I will never do a PhD. It would be much too painful to subject me to that torture again.So

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-5879536459519548582007-06-13T06:56:00.000+01:002007-06-13T06:59:43.091+01:00

Report update as of now (without a conlusion) has reached a grand total of 46 pages - thanks to LaTeX and it's immense generosity of line spacing.Gonna nap for an hour and a half and pray that there is enough printing paper in the labs tomorrow. Then gonna present my draft to Dr. Mandic, discuss my new results, pray that he lets me include them, come back and rewrite the report, add in all my

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-69283193930343932412007-06-12T18:45:00.000+01:002007-06-12T18:47:54.417+01:00

So the report is due on Thursday and I have drafted up around 38 pages. Just another 12 more to reach that glorious number 50. After which I can attach all my code and place graphs and pictures wherever I please, until I reach that esteemed number 70.I hate writing reports. I'd rather just code and demonstrate my work for all to gawk at.

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-6052227962008581252007-06-09T14:31:00.000+01:002007-06-09T14:52:27.240+01:00

So at the eleventh hour yesterday, as I was trying to explain my code to a PhD student of my supervisor, he turns to me and says"Well, I've just discovered that the instantaneous frequencies are meaningless, but when the IMFs are in phase you can locate the spikes... which is what I am trying to do now but haven't succeeded yet"And with that my whole FYP just fell apart. My entire project rests

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-27338588583209386222007-06-07T10:15:00.000+01:002007-06-07T10:32:51.304+01:00

Yesterday was an interesting day in terms of fulfilling my gossip quota. This girl is after all gossip/pat-kua/kaypoh central.The first story wasn't so much gossip as congratulatory news. Congratulations to my ex-coursemate Asa and his wife, my ex high schoolmate, Awanis on the birth of their new baby Azalea! Such a pretty name!And following more baby news is the one we're awaiting from my

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-66926624247938372672007-06-05T23:20:00.000+01:002007-06-05T23:54:43.704+01:00

I never thought the end would be like this. I never thought I'd so desperately want to leave.So many Malaysians come here to stay, but after 4 years all I can say is - I've had enough, I want to go home.It's not that I've had a terrible time. I've had the time of my life, and you'd better believe it that I've had. I'll miss the good laughs in the JCR, the endless bridge and Dai dee card games,

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-81289613373068134292007-06-02T11:51:00.000+01:002007-06-02T11:57:25.866+01:00

It sounds a lot louder when screamed in my head.--------------------------... the irony of uni life is that, at the end of the day you really have to do some work in order to graduate respectfully... i am saying this in regards to my unfinshed FYP... oh, to be an unfinished song or novel or script instead... but no, i am only an unfinished 50 page report (which hasn't even been compiled in LaTeX

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-19930190461149341482007-05-31T00:30:00.000+01:002007-05-31T01:09:29.169+01:00

as discovered after sifting through an entire photo archive, in search of print-worthy photos...From top to bottom: 1. First snow fall in Hyde Park 2. Dao-ing the camera at the Linstead boat cruise 3. Pulling a face because Charlotte has thrown another party at Longridge for her friends 4. Lionel's 'surprised face' at his own surprise birthday party 5. Graduation 6. An ostrich moment on the Lake

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-8247826937627162432007-05-30T15:42:00.000+01:002007-05-30T15:52:01.008+01:00

A part of my FYP worked. I was so excited I couldn't sleep and stayed up to program a bit more until I was satisfied with the result. It's only a small percentage of what I am meant to achieve, but at least it's getting somewhere.It's been raining non-stop since the weekend started. That's the way to dampen my motivation to go to college and work.Tock stopped by yesterday because he was hungry,

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That I never studied in the IC library. Sure I borrowed books and used the computers there when I had no internet. But I never went to the library specifically to study. I hated the atmosphere of despair and desperation of the last minute muggers and sixth cup of espresso chuggers. Where did I study? My bed of course! But that's one uni experience I never was a part of.That I never joined the

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-22263950476359970542007-05-26T12:06:00.000+01:002007-05-26T12:17:11.605+01:00

I'm so behind with movies... but whatever. Spiderman 3 was awesome (if you can forgive the very lame Uncle Sam moment of spidey swinging past a huge American flag).And because Spideman 3 actually didn't suck that bad... the spidey movies have overtaken X-Men in my ultimate comic book movies poll. I still love Wolverine though. No, not Lionel (hairy as he may be)... the real Wolverine!Onto other

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-22627961596803126692007-05-24T00:28:00.000+01:002007-05-24T00:55:57.500+01:00

... are not to be wasted. Here's a photoblog entry assisted by Ohm.How can you possibly do any work on a day like this?Lazy Charlotte signing off...

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-9847483419247315472007-05-22T08:56:00.000+01:002007-05-22T09:02:26.596+01:00

Things that make me LOL on a dreary Tuesday morning.quoted from The Star:"In another report, the daily quoted the Association of Private Employment Agencies (Pikaps) president Datuk Baharom Abdul Ghani as saying that many foreign maids were here not for the jobs but to get close to their lovers." I just find it hilarious that there's an association called "pick-ups"

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-11875419198179045122007-05-21T08:45:00.000+01:002007-05-21T08:57:16.977+01:00

Linstead's fire alarm went off three times yesterday. Once at 7pm, once again at 10pm and the last one finally woke me up from sleep at midnight. I was so confused I turned off my alarm clock when the last fire alarm went off.While we were huddling outside Linstead in the cold, waiting for the alarm to go off and the A-ok from the fire officers to enter the building, I could hear lots of cursing

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-19392000422053524122007-05-19T09:58:00.000+01:002007-05-19T10:22:14.197+01:00

Intentionally misspelled.I'm never very good at celebrating the end of exams. In the first year, I came back and sorted out all my notes and filed them neatly into two big ring binders. I only stopped for dinner. In my second year, I started reading up on z-transforms almost immediately after the end of the-worst-digital-paper-in-the-world to begin my UROP project which didn't go anywhere. Last

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-80785271363034365292007-05-15T20:23:00.000+01:002007-05-15T20:31:31.272+01:00

One last paper to go...But all I can think about is how tired I am and how much I want to go home. I even looked up Petaling Jaya on Wikipedia. That's how much I want to be home!I've got laksa and fatty crabs and cendol and steven's corner and the Curve and Astro and the Star and parking tickets and proton sagas all on my mind now.It's been 7 years since I was ever truly home.---------On a more

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The last two exam papers of my university life (I hope!).Wednesday could not seem any further than it is now.I haven't got a clue what I should be studying for DSP and Digital Filters. It seems like a lost cause to me. Image Processing is more interesting, yet being the last exam suffers from last-exam-depression (also known as non-existent exam motivation).Speech processing was so fun, my mind

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-55777685190203108492007-05-13T03:30:00.000+01:002007-05-20T03:25:51.563+01:00

I usually delete my dad's emails as soon as they pop into my mailbox. I'm not all that heartless, but those forwarded powerpoints really take up a lot of space! 9 times out of 10 I've read those jokes and stories before and really daddy, I get the message already - pray more, give thanks to God, and don't take too much soya sauce.But this one was a rare gem - it's almost as if the writer knew my

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-5599885192795974542007-05-10T16:15:00.000+01:002007-05-10T16:43:39.851+01:00

Being a re-app/hall senior (who more accurately doesn't do very much for her hall), I get inundated with questions all the time, which I'd like to think I answer with a sense of wordly wisdom, offering incredibly important pieces of information which are vital for your daily life.What you probably don't know is that most of my answers are rubbish and handed down to me from one-off experiences,

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-56412867748367392962007-05-08T16:17:00.000+01:002007-05-12T06:53:29.057+01:00

Updates for the week1. If I had to be a character from Sex and the City, I might be a hybrid of Charlotte and Miranda. Compulsively old fashion/conservative and yet power hungry.2. Watching Heroes at 4am in the morning surprisingly has not messed up my schedule... yet. I still woke up before 9, probably due to the rising panic for Speech Processing on Thursday.3. The EE library really is the most

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-83086255334449615542007-05-05T12:41:00.000+01:002007-05-05T12:51:51.601+01:00

I've gotten over my depression from my previous paper after I realised it really is rather stupid to be overly depressed because my failure standard is at 60%. Yes, I am kiasu, I never said I wasn't.I hate these one week breaks between papers. I never know what to do, how much to revise and how to spread out my revision so I won't end up forgetting stuff, but the trade off is exam burn out. The

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-82561378799649891112007-05-02T14:06:00.000+01:002007-05-12T06:54:03.633+01:00

Says it all...For the love of Digital... this one's for Lionel, with whom I can no longer play sudoku on MSN with since my laptop died...*cries* And this one is for Wayn, Zhern, Ohm and other CS n00bs!

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-91939036382202287542007-05-02T13:44:00.000+01:002007-05-12T06:54:03.634+01:00

I do.This was the only thing that made me laugh today. Otherwise, you could probably read how terrible the paper was off my face...The New (n00b) map of the World

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-34400024473377207212007-04-30T12:36:00.000+01:002007-04-30T13:29:07.119+01:00

Checklist1. I know what a spectrum is2. I know how to find a signal's power spectral density3. I know a power spectral density is the fourier transform of an autocorrelation4. I know how to find it's estimator5. I think I know how to prove its bias and variance6. I don't know much else, so Wednesday is not going to be a good dayI also figured out the difference between IIR and FIR filters

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-21636829689141306932007-04-27T14:14:00.000+01:002007-04-27T14:33:06.607+01:00

If you knew me when I was 15, you'd know what a crazy, CRAZY fan of Jewel I was. However somewhere along her transition from quirky-folk singer to forgotten cheap pop music, I had some growing up to do and lapsed in my duty as a fan. I stopped buying the albums, and left my once precious 'Night without Armor' poetry book at home. And then I came across an acapella version of 'Foolish Games'. (

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You forget everything anyway and spend the 24 hours before the paper in a frantic crash course of every single chapter, problem sheet and past year paper.I am as calm as a Hindu cow...because I admit, I know not a thing...And just for the mathematicians and because Khim Nyang has let his wonderful geek-blog die... (and all the geeks in the world are still in mourning)

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-30656415961647148382007-04-20T13:30:00.000+01:002007-05-12T06:57:13.835+01:00

Must stop sleeping at daybreak!Must drink less coffee!Must eat more fruits and vegetables!Must MUG!!! Like my life depends on it!and currently this is my all-time favourite commercial... because I reeeeally want to get a Wii(If you haven't watched the mac vs. pc which this parodies, head over to here)

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-48190703517869571872007-04-18T01:06:00.000+01:002007-04-18T01:43:55.953+01:00

Who would have thought Cheng Chun could be so cruel... but we know his intentions are just 38...Bold the statements that are true to you.Italise the statements that you WISH are true.Red are some of my commentsLeave the fibs alone.Then, stab 3 people to do the same test:I miss somebody right now. (Of course la, if don't say miss sure kena one!)I do not watch tv these days. (Why watch TV when

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-28139037229037626752007-04-16T16:53:00.000+01:002007-05-12T06:56:53.948+01:00

1. I have been away. In Chicago. It was cold and the snow fell horizontally (that's not a logical sentence but you had to see it to believe it). I shopped so much, I now have to live on Indomee for the rest of the term. I spent 2 days studying in the wonderful student union at University of Illinois. I wish our union were like that. When I got back to London however, I had to kiss the sunny

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-52263229877950205502007-04-01T21:13:00.000+01:002007-04-01T21:19:58.289+01:00

I have yet to master it to perfection, but believe me I am trying very hard.The first week of easter holidays is drawing to a close. I have sucessfully covered half a subject and given my final year project a glance over. Just a glance, nothing serious, you know.Lionel was supposed to be arriving on Wednesday, but is now taking a flight out that is one day earlier.Crap! Now I have one day less to

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-54548784033813947962007-03-31T00:58:00.000+01:002007-03-31T00:59:11.294+01:00

I love this! I really do!Wikipedia Bahasa Melayu

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Just a random variable...Is suicide at MIT a Poisson Process? What's a Poisson Process? Why, you non-mathematician, you! (yes, I have always been academically elitist, deal with it!)

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-9408327494279503612007-03-29T18:21:00.000+01:002007-03-30T23:22:12.601+01:00

Bad pun. Sorry.I thought of it while I was reading about Survey: Many youngsters aren't concerned about racial integration in The Star online today. I wish the article was longer and in more detail. It certainly is an interesting issue to debate to no end.It also caught my eye because I will be attending this: An afternoon with Professor Khoo Kay Kim

dulcineahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844476967704944301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145056.post-17246273868342771662007-03-27T19:36:00.000+01:002007-03-28T16:32:11.574+01:00

The freshers have gone off to Paris and Italy, leaving me in blissful peace. A little too peaceful I might say. I really should be studying, and the weather is just perfect for studying mode - bright and sunny making me feel energetic and motivated to open a book and finally understand adaptive filters! I've even organised all my notes and printed most of the past year papers. I'm all geared up

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So I finally managed to wrangle more photos off the official EE Revue photographer of my performance. And here they are:Ohm and I, jazzin' it up on stage. It's a pity the spotlight wasn't on Ohm.Here's a better close up of Ohm, still in the darkI'm convinced that not wearing pink isn't so bad after allI'm all smiles. It wasn't that bad after all!I still don't have a video, so a recording of one

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Spring term ended yesterday, on a rather unexciting note because I had no last lectures to celebrate having missed most of them in the process of catching up on sleep and collecting orders for EEE polo t-shirts.The EEE Malaysians tried to celebrate the end of term by dragging 27 overworked, fatigued and coursework drained Malaysians for a Lebanese dinner in High St. Kent (which XQ aptly called

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Level 1( ) Smoked A Cigarette( ) Smoked A Cigar( ) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex(x) Drank AlcoholSO FAR: 1Level 2(x) Are / Been In Love(x) Been Dumped( ) Shoplifted( ) Been Fired( ) Been In A Fist FightSO FAR: 3Level 4(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person(x) Skipped School( ) Slept With A Co-worker(x) Seen Someone / Something DieSO FAR: 6Level 5( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook

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The end of term is just a short 3 days away. As usual, I haven't started revising anything. So many things to procrastinate, so little time.I've added back blog links on the right but I'm missing a whole lot of links because I've lost my old template for good. Give me a holler if I've missed yours. This Guy, you've changed your blog address so many times... I've given up remembering it.If all

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They'd be pink...... no surprise there!Cook your own shoe at the Puma Mongolian Shoe BBQ

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I don't read much Malaysian news when I'm too stressed with work/societies/MSoc elections (lol at that one) etc.But I can't ignore the blaring trumpets heralding the brilliant SPM results (16, 17, 18 'A's?). When will the fanfare stop? Remember the days when 9A1s were almost impossible to obtain? Tell me now what happens to those 15 or 16A1 students when they reach university? I just need to look

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Prema was eighteen. She died yesterday during National Service training, miles away from her parents and home.She wasn't a soldier. She wasn't even part of a reservist army. She might not even have been there of her own will.Her cause of death is unknown and in the most optimistic case (how do you make a death optimistic?) there may have been nothing anyone could do to prevent it.But you know,

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Being back at Emperor's Gate last week for Chongka's birthday was so nostalgic, I had to dig up the old photos. When Emperor's Gate was my own cosy little corner with the big kitchen!It's like walking down memory lane...I present to you, and it's current occupants:Emperor's Gate - A photo montage tribute[left photo of pillars, courtesy of Jac of the Flat 2, Emperor's Gate fame]Moving in day.

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The new year passed without a single pineapple tart... until today.My mother for the first time heeded my pretenses of "haiyah, dun need to send new year goodies lah, so far, so expensive" and really didn't send anything this time! I only got the token angpow.Lionel and family, however, took pity on me and decided to send me a box of their homemade pineapple tarts. And so I've been checking my

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I knew this would happen. I CANNOT be left alone to do a research project. I hate FYP. I hate reading papers. I will NEVER do my PhD BECAUSE I hate reading papers. I can't manage my own academic time. I need short milestones and lots of goals.My FYP is going up in smoke. My exam results had better be absolutely brilliant!

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Today also marks the first day of Lent.It's an incredibly trying period to be good.Should I skip my 12pm lecture so I can make it to the Union Dining Hall early enough, since I have to be Eucharistic minister today?It really is difficult to be good.

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I did a stupid thing and forgot to save my old template.In the meantime, I haven't got the time to redo the layout just as it used to be. I'm an idiot. Yes.Later.

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And you know I never fail to embaress Sugi every birthday!! LOL!Happy 24th Birthday Sugs!!! The older you get, the better to marry you off!!!Hope you had a great birthday with family, nieces and nephews, and with any luck the guys remembered and did not torment you too much on your special day. Hugs all the way from across the... erm... Atlantic? One day I *have* got to look up a world map.Sorry

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Re: Letters to the Editor, Felix #1373 and "Gay Adoption - Where's the Crime?", Felix #1372The Felix is getting out of hand recently. Earlier this academic year, it allowed a writer to come forth and write most insensitively about Islam. All further editorial responses to the mass of letters to the editor were mostly defensive with liberal use of "freedom of opinion and speech" and further

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In the spirit of Chinese New Year and muhibbah-ness, my mother sent me a CNY greeting in... Malay?Anjing pegi, Babi mali'sueh' pegi, 'ONG' maliUntong untong manyak kaliHali hali suka hatiKena ekor kena loteliGongxi Gongxi lu sama familyAnd they say we don't integrate enough? I think, just like Manglish, there should be a special way to term the brand of Malay the Chinese speak and have come to

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Before the doggie year goes out, and because I was born at the tail end of it and deserve to wag ecstatically, here's wishing everyone a Happy Chinese New Year.Kong Hei Fatt Choy!!!I will be buried under mountains of cooking from this afternoon onwards, and towing a bunch of freshers (the non-Chinese ones probably) to Chinatown for the massive celebrations (and I hope they'll escape alive).And I

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Here's a tip... the next time you brew that next cup of coffee...try adding:whole cloves (just a pinch)a cinnamon stick (just a stick)and a star of anise (just a star)for extra kick - add chilli powder!Just the extra sizzle for a cold rainy night!and for more hot drink recipes, click where it's pink!It's times like this I think I'm going to miss London's cold winters.And then I think how much I'm

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Sebab malam ini aku akan dihibur oleh Evita. Janganlah menangis untuk aku...On another note... I need to stop acting like a fresher and grow up. And that includes getting my work done on time and not yak away until 5 in the morning.Meanwhile heard in room D5..."You know I have two grandmothers? Eh, you also got two grandmothers???!!!""Erm, doesn't everybody?"

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This made me laugh out loud (something I don't normally do to avoid disturbing the neighbours) this morning.Mr Brown's response to the US's response to China shooting down their own satellite.China RocksClick and listen lah!

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Charlotte is still busy, with this:At least she's done with the designing part, and hopes to see the pillars at the Sherfield walkway plastered with eyes when she walks past them today. The fruits of her labour had better be... well... fruitful.The week ahead looks stormy, with her many many to-do lists set to rain upon her.If she had more time, she'd wanna finish this:but lately her head hits

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This apparently...Eye-catching?

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I've shut the door, one too many times. Left the world outside and forgot to put up a post-it saying "remember you used to live".Instead I hibernate in my room, asleep by 8pm, waking at dawn and contemplating an early morning swim.Then, Kristina (you remember her, my gorgeous blond German roommate in the first year) invited me out for drinks to celebrate her birthday. And that led to a series of

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When I opened my eyes this morning, everything outside my window was in a hazy blue monochrome. My first thought was, who's gone and played around with the RGB levels, and then I realised...Winter is finally here. Heap on the frost and wind and snow!

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My heater hasn't been working since the start of term. Which was perfectly alrightuntil the weather decided to plummet into sub-zero temperatures for the first time this year. I can't find enough layers to put on without looking like a polar bear. Frances, the nice housekeeper, was kind enough to send me a teeny little radiator to keep me company. I've never had one of these before (yea, I'm

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Yes, I know my posts have been rather personal these past few weeks. So many exciting and bloggable things occurring in local and international news, and yet here I am wallowing in self pity and defining the word boring. I don't know, maybe the controversial stuff will come back after awhile... when I stop feeling guilty about blogging when I should be putting together my final year project.

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blogging has been off, of late. anything i write sounds depressing. if it isn't about exams its about the end of them. if it isn't about how boring lectures are, its about how early or late in the day they are held. if it isn't about loneliness, it's about my pathetic grocery list and soup for one.i have an awful lethargy hanging about me. i don't feel like progressing with my final year project.

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I take everything back, Sugi. House definitely brings sexy back. And as a bonus, he's acutely funny too!

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It was a lovely Sunday. The weather was great and the freshers even said so themselves. The rain had stop, the sun was shining on our faces, and everything would have been perfect if our groceries from Sainsbury's weren't so heavy. Just the usual Sunday with five Linsteadians dragging orange Sainsbury bags, comparing how much we'd spent and vowing to spend less next week which we knew at the back

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Last night I said to Sugania:"You won't believe what I made for dinner. A crispy salad topped with raisins."And with that I officially resigned from the early twenties club, and joined other mid-twenties in their search for Sainsbury's 'be good to yourself' range, prettier footwear, french skincare and classier cocktails. When I reach my late twenties, I'll start shopping at Waitrose. Because

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Cake count as of now is three.That's three cakes in three days! So much for my resolution to lose weight this year (stop! before you tell me I'm thin enough, I didn't mean I want to become aneroxic, but fat genes run in my family and one day I might wake up as a size 12 and beyond)The first cake came courtesy of my freshers here in Linstead Hall. Just as the clock struck midnight on Tuesday, and

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And I am getting quite prehistoric. Anything past teenhood tends to make one feel like a stegosaurus.On this day in 1983, a very tiny baby was born in the sanitised wards of University Hospital. She didn't cry and the doctors feared for the worse. Little did they know she was just enjoying an afternoon nap in the warmth of the humid Malaysian afternoons she'll come to love and was writing poetry

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Overheard on msn todayme: Aiyah... I'm so old, babyLionel: heeme: same age as uuuuuuuuuu!!!Lionel: wah same age as me very old hor? mid twenties liaoz. haha. jialatzme: yeah, reaching quarter life crisis. nvm, u'll get there first and tell me how's the viewLionel: then must buy a Porscheme: ??? Then mid-life crisis buy what?Lionel: JaguarIsn't it nice when you have all the milestones in your life

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I've just watched the morning sky change from velvet hues to a cloudy light grey (you know, #333333 in html) as the construction workers begin their morning ritual of assembling Southside hall. The building works don't look as if they'll end anytime during my stay here in Linstead, so I've already developed an immunity to the cranking of the drills and trucks and loud, brash workers.It's supposed

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Spring term starts in T-4 days. I'm afraid my laptop is going to die before that. The sounds coming from the cooling fans are not reassuring. This is why you should trust IBM processors above AMD Athlons. Oh well, little Fujitsu, you have served me well for two years. Just live on for another 6 months more, won't you? I promise not to overload you with Matlab simulations. Even if that means

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Have a glorious 2007, everybody!Do all the things you said you'd never do! Go to all the places you said you'd never go! Try everything at least once (except, you know, the kinda stuff that will get you convicted) and live it up in the year 2007!Maybe I've forgotten the 'never's I said once upon a time... and this year, I'll embark on some of those 'never's I said I'd never do. Thanks for

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and a Happy New Year! The blog may go into hibernation until after the 1st week of January when exams end. Till then, write me letters and send me love songs!

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As it says on the lidIf you haven't got my number, email me. If you haven't got my email, msn me. If you're not on msn, facebook me. If you're not on any of those... how do I know you again?

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I'm outta here!In approximately 4 hours.I can just about smell the hokkien mee!The term ended on a good note with our Entrepreneurship presentation finally being put to rest. (The lecturers liked us, they REEEALLY liked us!). Deep down, I probably felt sorry for the mainland China team who were after us and presented a business plan that was not only incomprehensible, but incompetent... which

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Time check: 11.40amPosition check: Under duvet, drawn up to my neck, and a fleece blanket around my icey toesNext move: What the hell? I am NOT moving!!!When I turned in at 11pm last night, I resolved to get up at the break of dawn and start working on my interim report. That didn't happen when my brother, who had gone clubbing at Zoo Bar, knocked on my door and woke me up at some time between 4

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They say it's hard to be a Muslim these days. Sometimes I wonder that it's even harder to be a Christian.Living in London, post London bombings and Heathrow bomb threats, everyone is very gingerly tip-toeing around any issue that might incite the wrath of the Muslims. Halal food, not shaking hands with the men, and headscarves are just a few, not to mention being careful not to represent the

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Lionel woke me up on Sunday morning with the very exciting news - Spurs had won 5-1.Oh and Genting had won the Sentosa bid.Part of me was waving the Malaysian flag and shouting "Malaysia Boleh! Genting Boleh!"The other part was saying,"Siao boh? They're actually going ahead with the whale shark tank ar? If Michael Jackson come and dangle his baby outside his hotel window above the whale sharks,

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When was I last home?In the blink of an eye, 3 and a quarter years have passed, and it feels like it's always been cold and rainy. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a sunny land where it's always 27 degrees and when it rains, coconut trees sway. But it goes up in smoke before I can reach out for it.I'll be home for Christmas. Just you wait and see.Please have char kway teow, asam

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Belief by Gavin DeGrawBelief, makes things real.Makes things feel, feel alright.Belief, makes things true.Things like you, you and I.Tonight, you arrested my mind.When you came to my defense.With a knife in the shape of your mouth,in the form of your body, with the wrath of a god.Oh, you stood by me, BeliefBuilds from scratch.Doesn't have to relax, it doesn't need space.Long live the queen and

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I'm so busy, and yet I'm giving an update on why I'm so busy. You can skip this one if you were looking for a post with more substance. If you were looking for a blog with more substance, you are clearly in the wrong place. Check out the links on the right.Amidst the end of term rush, I sacrificed all dignity I had to be a punching bag for the juniors in my accounting group (who are so proud of

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I was speaking to a Malay friend today who hasn't been keeping up with Malaysian news and hasn't been home in awhile. I told him and my Sri Lankan friends who were listening about the new RM500 fine for sexy dressing in Kelantan and how all Muslim women are required to cover up to their ankles and wear a tudung or headscarf to protect the chastity of women.My Sri Lankan friends exclaimed "What?

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The odacian in me says: So cool!!!! I wanna try it!!! Imagine kayaking and being able to admire all the blue under you? Can batch xvii invest in one?The charlotte in me says: Capsize drills *shiver*The nerd in me says: Hoi! We're two days behind in getting that Database coursework finished! Stop blog-crastinating!Click on pic for more info.

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Pray for them.BBC - Hopes fade after Philippine stormThe Star - Grim search as typhoon kills hundreds in PhilippinesChannel News Asia - Rescuers reach Philippine mudslide disaster

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As mentioned before, SPM Sejarah and I are old foes.Anyway, I found the new syllabus here:http://www.geocities.com/rozmansmkbm/Click on 'silibus' and if you can't see the links on firfox, try IEI haven't got the time to translate it right now. Will get to it at some point.-----------------I found some spare time (i.e. I'm procrastinating other things for the sake of SPM Sejarah). Everything here

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By a flash of inspiration I decided that something needed to be done about the blank white walls in my room. So I did this:Many Linsteadians from 03/04 will remember that Pink Floyd poster from the room I shared with Kristina in the first year. Phil Dolan will also remember that I said:"Pink Floyd? Whatever made you think I was a fan? What a random question"Only to have him explain that my poster

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Outside my windowHang telephone wiresMy neighbour's dogIs on fireIt barksAt everything and anything and bugs and birds and little childrenUntil one dayIt layTied up in a sackBy the littlestOf the childrenWhile birds watchedFrom the telephone wiresAnd bugs danced outside my window

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Just 2 months ago, my mother gave my brother and I the excruciating task of coaching my little sister for her exams. Science and math are pretty much subjects we're able to coach her in with one eye closed. Give us history and we balk at the sound of it.Clearly History and I were never the best of friends.Anyway, I decided to tackle it since it's only Form 4 history. Sejarah Dunia. I never liked

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... yet not one of them is Malaysian. Maybe I'm just short sighted and missed out one?Di mana dia, wira Malaysia?

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Colin Hay - Beautiful WorldWhen people ask me what kind of music I like, I get pretty stumped. I don't think there's a genre for my type of music. But I like music just like this... Drive to the ocean, stare up at the stars...

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My daddy is a civil servant.As a primary school kid, that was perplexing and I found it embarrassing to write the word "servant" on rough, yellow forms required by the school for mysterious reasons quite incomprehensible to a seven year old. Would they black-list me because my daddy wasn't a "doktor" or "pengurus" and couldn't afford to donate hundreds of ringgit to fund the new staffroom wing?

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