Bah, because of the newspaper report, many people are surprised. I am not, actually.
The 13th Horoscope, Ophiuchus, exists far before human ever step on land. It is just after Scorpio and before Saggitarius. Now, let me tell you what about Horoscopes.
Zodiacs, or Horoscopes, are NOT as equal-length as each other. Previously (or presently, if you want to argue) the 12 Horoscopes are divided EQUALLY to accomodate the 12 months of our Earth year. Why? To ease calculation and astrology. Really.
BUT
Some horoscopes (constellations) are smaller than another. The biggest constellation in the nightsky is Virgo, it should span about 3 months appearing at the Earth's sky. But Astrologers make it available for only 1 month. Scorpio, is very small, lasting about 2 to 3 weeks, and yet, in the Zodiac, it lasts for 1 month.
Short conclusion: Easy calculation.
And, ancient people wondered the 13th horoscope appearing: Ophiuchus. They didn't take it in as one of the horoscopes. Reasons?
Number 1: There are twelve months in a year with each zodiac taking care of each month. What if there are 13th horoscopes? Imagine that. What, you get 3 weeks, 2 days, 4 hours, 32 minutes and 5 seconds duration for a horoscope (just a rough guess). So, by having 12 horoscopes, one horoscope duration is only a month. SENANG KIRA.
Number 2: Superstitious. People are so superstitious that they avoid number 13 everywhere they go. Trisdekaphobia. Fear of 13. Demon's number. Don't believe me? You won't find 13th floor in any buildings, including Malaysia. You won't find 13th house in Malaysia. They are simply named as 11A, or 12A.
So guys, the 13th Horoscope is always there, but if you are faithful enough, keep the one that you are born in. Because when you are born, the constellation Ophiuchus is not permanent yet. So stick to it, No point changing. It's like you are born in 1 December 1991 (365 days), then when the year 2012 comes, you said 'Hey, my birthday is 2 December because this year got 366 days!'
Errr....
No comment.
So, stick back to your horoscopes. Nothing changes. OK?
Byebye my Stalkers.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Lunar River (Episode 7)
(In case you have missed out previous episodes, please go to 'Collected Memories of the Deep' and click on '2010 (75)', from there, choose 'November' and you will see the previous episodes)
Sylvina had passed through the Booster. It was a magnificent alien structure looked like a ring. But, her sensors told her that there were some things around the Booster and the ship recognised it as non-hostile and probably of Rimdi's allies.
She couldn't be so sure. But her astrogation system was still mapping out where she was. Right now she was lost. That was it. The Booster was still active and it had cast her into deeper space where she might not know. She was like a stone shot out from a rubber band. She knew she had zoomed across space-time, but she didn't know where she was.
She waited.
She held her excitement when she made the transition. It was a fine privilege to have someone passed through the Booster which luckily the structure was active. The experience for her was sufficient to flood all other wonderful memories in her entire lifetime. The feeling was exotic when her thoughts suddenly became plural the moment she stepped through the structure. It was said that anyone passed through it a connection with all your counterparts in the visible universe and external could be established. You might be able to see yourself in the past, present and future in all different universes.
Then, there came a beep. She looked down on her screen. Presently, she was at the region of the galaxy known as Menidas Sector, a region where most stars were still at their younger stage, giving off bright radiation of yellow and blue. She calculated the distance she had skipped and she was amazed. She had skipped about twenty light years ahead. That would make her, she calculated, twenty-four years earlier to arrive.
Another beep made her jumped. She saw her message inbox was filling up by factors of hundreds. Hundreds of news was reaching her in a second. She remembered what Rimdi had told her about some slight causality problem caused during the transition.
Causality is a term that describe a cause always precedes the event. A slower-than-light bullet fired from a gun will cause a robot to spoil, but if causality was violated, the robot malfunctioned before the faster-than-light bullet appeared. Usually objects travelled faster than the speed of light would violate causality.
So, when travelling through a Booster, sometimes superluminal travel occured. The Booster prevented this problem of causality by encasing the entire transport in a impermeable membrane while excited its contents (here would be Sylvina's Nova) into a quantum superposition so that it could react with its counterparts all around the universe to gather information.
Then, the membrane collapsed just as the quantum state collapsed. Now, external information was rushing into Nova to update its system and news so that Nova could know the cause of the event before the result took place.
Complicated, it seemed. But she didn't care. She had leapt twenty light years ahead. It's too late to turn back by now as the Booster had deactivated. She quickly keyed in the coordinates of the Absence, or Vapidus cloud and let the ship handled the course for another twenty light years ahead. Maybe she should take a cold sleep, in stasis and wake up if anything happens.
So, she spun around.
But a beep came again. She walked to the bridge and looked at the display. She frowned. She commanded the ship to throw on a holographic display like before. The ship obliged and instantly she was blanketed by millions of stars. It was a realtime map and radar. She was the blue icon blinking regularly towards an empty void where the Vapidus was located twenty light years ahead. Behind her, a red icon shifted in and out of existence.
'Ship, take on the ID,' she ordered.
A few minutes later: 'Identification failed. Unstable object or anomalous information registered.'
Sylvina knew that the object behind her was tapping Nova's sensors. It knew exactly the point where the sensor swept and it would go quiet and dark. 'Drop probes,' she said out loud.
'Supplies are running low. Additional usage of mass is not encouraged,' the ship replied. 'Do you wish to abort or continue with the deployment of probes?'
'Continue,' Sylvina said.
'Thank you. Probes are now firing up and ready to be deployed in counts of five. Any loud and abrupt noise, interjection or abnormal vocal transmission could be recognised as a denial and rejection. If that case occurs, the deployment will be halted.' The ship said, 'Five, four...'
Sylvina weighed her chances in her mind.
'Two...'
'Stop!' Sylvina cried.
'Deployment aborted,' the ship replied.
'Listen here, Ship,' Sylvina said. 'In a few moments, I am going under a cold sleep. I want you to have a clearance of 2 light seconds volume. Anyone or anything that comes too close, you must destroy them even they are our allies. Address our standing point before they enter the exclusion zone. Do you understand?'
'Yes.'
'If the trail or course of foreign elements are strongly suspicious, do not hesitate to let out a warning fire and wake me up. Clear on that?'
'Yes.'
Sylvina spun and went towards the cold sleep chamber.
Sylvina had passed through the Booster. It was a magnificent alien structure looked like a ring. But, her sensors told her that there were some things around the Booster and the ship recognised it as non-hostile and probably of Rimdi's allies.
She couldn't be so sure. But her astrogation system was still mapping out where she was. Right now she was lost. That was it. The Booster was still active and it had cast her into deeper space where she might not know. She was like a stone shot out from a rubber band. She knew she had zoomed across space-time, but she didn't know where she was.
She waited.
She held her excitement when she made the transition. It was a fine privilege to have someone passed through the Booster which luckily the structure was active. The experience for her was sufficient to flood all other wonderful memories in her entire lifetime. The feeling was exotic when her thoughts suddenly became plural the moment she stepped through the structure. It was said that anyone passed through it a connection with all your counterparts in the visible universe and external could be established. You might be able to see yourself in the past, present and future in all different universes.
Then, there came a beep. She looked down on her screen. Presently, she was at the region of the galaxy known as Menidas Sector, a region where most stars were still at their younger stage, giving off bright radiation of yellow and blue. She calculated the distance she had skipped and she was amazed. She had skipped about twenty light years ahead. That would make her, she calculated, twenty-four years earlier to arrive.
Another beep made her jumped. She saw her message inbox was filling up by factors of hundreds. Hundreds of news was reaching her in a second. She remembered what Rimdi had told her about some slight causality problem caused during the transition.
Causality is a term that describe a cause always precedes the event. A slower-than-light bullet fired from a gun will cause a robot to spoil, but if causality was violated, the robot malfunctioned before the faster-than-light bullet appeared. Usually objects travelled faster than the speed of light would violate causality.
So, when travelling through a Booster, sometimes superluminal travel occured. The Booster prevented this problem of causality by encasing the entire transport in a impermeable membrane while excited its contents (here would be Sylvina's Nova) into a quantum superposition so that it could react with its counterparts all around the universe to gather information.
Then, the membrane collapsed just as the quantum state collapsed. Now, external information was rushing into Nova to update its system and news so that Nova could know the cause of the event before the result took place.
Complicated, it seemed. But she didn't care. She had leapt twenty light years ahead. It's too late to turn back by now as the Booster had deactivated. She quickly keyed in the coordinates of the Absence, or Vapidus cloud and let the ship handled the course for another twenty light years ahead. Maybe she should take a cold sleep, in stasis and wake up if anything happens.
So, she spun around.
But a beep came again. She walked to the bridge and looked at the display. She frowned. She commanded the ship to throw on a holographic display like before. The ship obliged and instantly she was blanketed by millions of stars. It was a realtime map and radar. She was the blue icon blinking regularly towards an empty void where the Vapidus was located twenty light years ahead. Behind her, a red icon shifted in and out of existence.
'Ship, take on the ID,' she ordered.
A few minutes later: 'Identification failed. Unstable object or anomalous information registered.'
Sylvina knew that the object behind her was tapping Nova's sensors. It knew exactly the point where the sensor swept and it would go quiet and dark. 'Drop probes,' she said out loud.
'Supplies are running low. Additional usage of mass is not encouraged,' the ship replied. 'Do you wish to abort or continue with the deployment of probes?'
'Continue,' Sylvina said.
'Thank you. Probes are now firing up and ready to be deployed in counts of five. Any loud and abrupt noise, interjection or abnormal vocal transmission could be recognised as a denial and rejection. If that case occurs, the deployment will be halted.' The ship said, 'Five, four...'
Sylvina weighed her chances in her mind.
'Two...'
'Stop!' Sylvina cried.
'Deployment aborted,' the ship replied.
'Listen here, Ship,' Sylvina said. 'In a few moments, I am going under a cold sleep. I want you to have a clearance of 2 light seconds volume. Anyone or anything that comes too close, you must destroy them even they are our allies. Address our standing point before they enter the exclusion zone. Do you understand?'
'Yes.'
'If the trail or course of foreign elements are strongly suspicious, do not hesitate to let out a warning fire and wake me up. Clear on that?'
'Yes.'
Sylvina spun and went towards the cold sleep chamber.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Cookie Riddle
I have extra peanut cookies (homemade, super-melting effective) and I would like to share out to you guys (provided you are within reach of me).
If you are in Ipoh, make sure you can come to my house and get it.
If you are in Kampar, make sure you are near my house.
Sorry for those who are far, far, far, far, far away.... ><
The riddle is easy. There are 4 numbers below. One has been given. The other three must be solved by observing my Facebook status. My Facebook status can be a number, or a sentence referring a number. Be smart. There will be a hint. Collect all other 3 numbers and you get one.
First come First serve.
And... uh... it's not 4D by the way. Just try to find where are my numbers on Facebook starting 18 January 2011.
Number:
[8][_][_][_]
If you are in Ipoh, make sure you can come to my house and get it.
If you are in Kampar, make sure you are near my house.
Sorry for those who are far, far, far, far, far away.... ><
The riddle is easy. There are 4 numbers below. One has been given. The other three must be solved by observing my Facebook status. My Facebook status can be a number, or a sentence referring a number. Be smart. There will be a hint. Collect all other 3 numbers and you get one.
First come First serve.
And... uh... it's not 4D by the way. Just try to find where are my numbers on Facebook starting 18 January 2011.
Number:
[8][_][_][_]
Funny Mummy
While baking cookies, jokes spilt out from my mum. It's not really a joke, just... erm... funny things, mainly pronunciation problems...
One day, I heard mum flipping stuffs in the kitchen, finding things that she has misplaced. She turn over the covers, open the periuk, open the fridge and everything imaginable.
Me: 'Mi, what are you looking for?'
Mum: 'My cooker handle and (something she said unclear).'
Me: 'I see the screws are here... (showing her the container)'
Mum: '(talking very soft, cannot hear what she said)
Me: 'OK... I help you find...'
10 minutes later...
Me: 'Nehh.... over here lah... (showing her the handle)'
Mum: 'I know. I need the screws...'
Me: 'I thought I saw the screws...'
Mum: 'Yeah meh? Show me...'
Then...
You know the ending... wasting all 15 minutes for nothing... ==
***
Mum: 'I cannot make geenut peakies already.'
WAIT.
Apa tu 'geenut peakies'?
My younger bro already started laughing, said, 'Mi, what geenut peakies? It's peanut cookies lah...'
My mum couldn't stop laughing. 'Tongue slip ok???'
***
Mum: 'Ei, long time didn't hear from Ceeley Mairess.'
Me: 'Siapa tu?'
Mum: 'Neh, that one ar... that one wat wat Montana girl...'
Me: '(on the verge of fainting) Oh... Miley Cyrus...
That was feally runny... Oops, REALLY FUNNY.
Thanks lor fistening.
One day, I heard mum flipping stuffs in the kitchen, finding things that she has misplaced. She turn over the covers, open the periuk, open the fridge and everything imaginable.
Me: 'Mi, what are you looking for?'
Mum: 'My cooker handle and (something she said unclear).'
Me: 'I see the screws are here... (showing her the container)'
Mum: '(talking very soft, cannot hear what she said)
Me: 'OK... I help you find...'
10 minutes later...
Me: 'Nehh.... over here lah... (showing her the handle)'
Mum: 'I know. I need the screws...'
Me: 'I thought I saw the screws...'
Mum: 'Yeah meh? Show me...'
Then...
You know the ending... wasting all 15 minutes for nothing... ==
***
Mum: 'I cannot make geenut peakies already.'
WAIT.
Apa tu 'geenut peakies'?
My younger bro already started laughing, said, 'Mi, what geenut peakies? It's peanut cookies lah...'
My mum couldn't stop laughing. 'Tongue slip ok???'
***
Mum: 'Ei, long time didn't hear from Ceeley Mairess.'
Me: 'Siapa tu?'
Mum: 'Neh, that one ar... that one wat wat Montana girl...'
Me: '(on the verge of fainting) Oh... Miley Cyrus...
That was feally runny... Oops, REALLY FUNNY.
Thanks lor fistening.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Message In A Bottle II
I've heard a Chinese website about writing your heartfelt wishes and feelings or problems in a virtual 'bottle' and toss it into a website 'sea' anonymously and someone will 'pick' it up and reply your problems anonymously as well. Soon, your 'bottle' will land on the 'shore' where you can read it.
Cool.
Feel like wanna try it out by having you guys post on the CLEPSYDRA on my page anonymously or with fake names, so see anyone can reply that. Is that a nice idea?
Cool.
Feel like wanna try it out by having you guys post on the CLEPSYDRA on my page anonymously or with fake names, so see anyone can reply that. Is that a nice idea?
Busy Bumblebee
My holidays are going to end. I don't really feel like having a holiday at all. I was busy cleaning up the house wherea my bro was just lying around onlining, working and nothing else. Haiz.
Now, I am making cookies. Work 10 hours a day. So if I didn't reply your message, I am really sorry. But I will reply. Just.... late. OK?
That's it, the oven is calling me. Bye
Now, I am making cookies. Work 10 hours a day. So if I didn't reply your message, I am really sorry. But I will reply. Just.... late. OK?
That's it, the oven is calling me. Bye
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Call Me Biantai because
Call me biantai (crazy doofus/extreme-eccentric-er) because during the holidays I:
- Learn German.
- Compose 2 incomplete songs
- Find how to tap energy from vacuum or manipulate vacuum
- Pick up how to prevent causality problem involving in General Relativity
- Sleep 10 hours a day AT LEAST
- Learn why carbon is so rare and yet found in Earth organisms
- Learn how to kill a star
- Learn how to suppress inertia
- Plant ubi kayu.
- Keep saying 'indeeeeeeeeeeed' (emphasise on the 'deeeeeeeeeeeed' part) when someone is saying a statement.
Blah, the last biantai-ism (pronounced as bee-yan-thai-yee-zerm) is I do 10 biantai-ing acts for 4 weeks.
[PS: Results out... SMS me if you want to know... not online-ing that frequent...]
Of Ah Pek and Ah Moi
I remembered once, when a Malay friend of mine in NS called me Ah Pek. I ignored him because I didn't know he was calling me. Then I replied to him, reluctantly.
Then, I baru taw almost every Malay is calling us Chinese Ah Pek and Ah Moi. Stupid me! LOL
OK, so here I am to clear up everyone's mind to all races in every corner of the world, and even Chinese themselves don't know about this.
Ah Pek does not mean 'chinese guy'. Ah Pek means Uncle, or Pakcik in Chinese dialect. To create a better image, Ah Pek refers to a guy who is 50 years old and above, wearing thick black glasses, wearing singlet and slippers, reading newspaper and drink a cup of kopi-O.
So, it is a bit memalukan or humiliating to call a Chinese Ah Pek. Imagine us calling people who is young and handsome 'Ah Pek'.... it's not betul langsung. So, remember that ya~
Ah Moi, is also a misnomer. Ah Moi generally refers to Aunty, or Makcik in Chinese dialect. BUT, there are also other meanings, like pelacur, perempuan simpanan or hamba/pembantu rumah. It's a derogatory term. Terma menghina. Don't use it.
But then, how are you going to call Chinese boys and girls? La, just 'excuse me, bang/dik/cik/kak ...'
AND one more thing...
Chinese surnames is located at the front. Lau Ah Keong, the family name is Lau, so don't call them Lau or Ah Lau because once you call them this name, you can see millions of Chinese people will answer you. Just call them Ah Keong, the two names behind because that's their name.
Sometimes calling him Keong is not proper as well. Because what if there are Lau Ah Keong and Lim See Keong? Whom are you referring to? Jadi, take note lah!
No one calls by their surname/family name/ father's name, KECUALI, you put Mr/Ms/Mrs. Then you can call them Ms Lau, Mr Lau...
OK? faham semua? LOL....
Well, hope you all can change the way you call people... Bye bye...
PeAcE
OneMalaysia....
Then, I baru taw almost every Malay is calling us Chinese Ah Pek and Ah Moi. Stupid me! LOL
OK, so here I am to clear up everyone's mind to all races in every corner of the world, and even Chinese themselves don't know about this.
Ah Pek does not mean 'chinese guy'. Ah Pek means Uncle, or Pakcik in Chinese dialect. To create a better image, Ah Pek refers to a guy who is 50 years old and above, wearing thick black glasses, wearing singlet and slippers, reading newspaper and drink a cup of kopi-O.
So, it is a bit memalukan or humiliating to call a Chinese Ah Pek. Imagine us calling people who is young and handsome 'Ah Pek'.... it's not betul langsung. So, remember that ya~
Ah Moi, is also a misnomer. Ah Moi generally refers to Aunty, or Makcik in Chinese dialect. BUT, there are also other meanings, like pelacur, perempuan simpanan or hamba/pembantu rumah. It's a derogatory term. Terma menghina. Don't use it.
But then, how are you going to call Chinese boys and girls? La, just 'excuse me, bang/dik/cik/kak ...'
AND one more thing...
Chinese surnames is located at the front. Lau Ah Keong, the family name is Lau, so don't call them Lau or Ah Lau because once you call them this name, you can see millions of Chinese people will answer you. Just call them Ah Keong, the two names behind because that's their name.
Sometimes calling him Keong is not proper as well. Because what if there are Lau Ah Keong and Lim See Keong? Whom are you referring to? Jadi, take note lah!
No one calls by their surname/family name/ father's name, KECUALI, you put Mr/Ms/Mrs. Then you can call them Ms Lau, Mr Lau...
OK? faham semua? LOL....
Well, hope you all can change the way you call people... Bye bye...
PeAcE
OneMalaysia....
Friday, January 7, 2011
New Year Resolution 2011
While people are whining about 300 days to 2012, the day the world ends, coming of a new age or whatever, why don't you make yourself useful?
Ok, I admit I am useless for the past few years, so I am going to make a change.
Ok, I admit I am useless for the past few years, so I am going to make a change.
- Help at least 700 people in one year.
- Compose 3 songs for Neamhus.
- Finish writing my novels.
- Post up my Lunar River episodes on blog and heavily advertise on that.
- Seal up 'cracks' with my friends.
- Try to be more gila and sporting.
- Make keyboard class more successful
- Try find some 'eat-out' friends.
- Write a list of people who have helped me so I can do something about them
- STOP LAZYing around.
- Study every day at least 15 minutes (last time NONE at all)
- Stop pitying myself
- Study Physics (General Relativity and Special Relativity)
- Get in touch with Islamic Finance.
- Kill racism in every friend's heart
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Frustrated
My holidays doesn't seem to go well. It's bad. Before these holidays, I've planned myself to study German, write a song, write my novel and help mum. Now, it is disastrous.
First, my German is picking up at super slow speed. Not that I am a slow learner. It's just that I have lost much time to spend on my German. Out of 30 lessons, I managed to squeeze through 2 lessons for 3 weeks. Apalah.....
Second, my song is rewritten again and again due to lost of insipration. Why lost insipiration? Because of disturbance of people coming in and out of the house. I don't know when I can finish writing it.
Third, my novel is coming along quite fine till the old laptop was repaired. Damn. I have to remerge all the parts. That took me more than 18 hours just for 3 chapters. WTH. I have 28 more. So, ladies and gentlemen, do the math.
Fourth, mum is frustrated over spoilt oven and so am I. The oven is a magic wonder that keeps our peanut cookies tasty and melting. Those of you have makan before, I think you know the texture and taste. Now, the oven is spoilt and there is no more such version of oven in the market. It's an old but good model. Nowadays ovens make my cookies dry and burnt. How am I going to prepare and help making cookies when my holidays are going to be over? Especially Chinese New Year is coming up fast.
Fifth... argh I don't want to say it here. Just so sad that someone can have all 4.0s and still have a lazy, selfish, coward and bad-tempered one around in the house. Everyday after work go PPS. I don't think he spend a single hour with the everyone else. WHAT is so GREAT about KOREAN DRAMAS? It's fake. It's drama. You don't get that life in real world.
FRUSTRATED
TOTALLY.
I felt hopeless. Seriously. I feel like I am not helping around. Well later going for a movie with Hui Xin. I hope someone could take things off my mind now.
ANGRY
SAD
FRUSTRATED.
~End~
First, my German is picking up at super slow speed. Not that I am a slow learner. It's just that I have lost much time to spend on my German. Out of 30 lessons, I managed to squeeze through 2 lessons for 3 weeks. Apalah.....
Second, my song is rewritten again and again due to lost of insipration. Why lost insipiration? Because of disturbance of people coming in and out of the house. I don't know when I can finish writing it.
Third, my novel is coming along quite fine till the old laptop was repaired. Damn. I have to remerge all the parts. That took me more than 18 hours just for 3 chapters. WTH. I have 28 more. So, ladies and gentlemen, do the math.
Fourth, mum is frustrated over spoilt oven and so am I. The oven is a magic wonder that keeps our peanut cookies tasty and melting. Those of you have makan before, I think you know the texture and taste. Now, the oven is spoilt and there is no more such version of oven in the market. It's an old but good model. Nowadays ovens make my cookies dry and burnt. How am I going to prepare and help making cookies when my holidays are going to be over? Especially Chinese New Year is coming up fast.
Fifth... argh I don't want to say it here. Just so sad that someone can have all 4.0s and still have a lazy, selfish, coward and bad-tempered one around in the house. Everyday after work go PPS. I don't think he spend a single hour with the everyone else. WHAT is so GREAT about KOREAN DRAMAS? It's fake. It's drama. You don't get that life in real world.
FRUSTRATED
TOTALLY.
I felt hopeless. Seriously. I feel like I am not helping around. Well later going for a movie with Hui Xin. I hope someone could take things off my mind now.
ANGRY
SAD
FRUSTRATED.
~End~
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