Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Aye, I've long had opinions about how inconsistent Malaysia is with their religious plurality. Click here and here for two different articles on the same blog. One is on the recent case of the so-called plot to Christianize Malaysia, and the second speaks about the "correctness" of the so-called Islam practiced in Malaysia and elsewhere. More ridiculousness.
Also, another thing that's inconsistent... the answer to 6/2(1+2). There's camps of people saying its 1, and another camp of people saying its 9. I say its 1 because of obvious reasons. However, the various answers depend how you solve the equation. People who say its 9 say that finish the left side equations first, and then multiply. However, I don't see it that way. Technically, this equation can also be a fraction. 6 over 2(1+2). 6 is the numerator, 2(1+2) is the denominator. Finish the equation on the bottom and what you have is 6/6 = 1. Simple. And if that wasn't obvious enough, I went online (where people were literally having a war of who was right) and found this equation put into algebraic form, which solves it:
6 ÷ 2(2+1)= If 2 = y 6÷y(y+1)= 6÷[(yxy) + (yx1)]= 6÷[y²+y]= Replace y = 2 6÷(2²+2)= 6÷(4+2)= 6÷6=1
If it is 9 then 6/x(1+2)=9 would yield x=2 right? well It doesn't, however 6/x(1+2)=1 yields x=2. Doesn't this prove the answer is 1?
Anyhoo, one thing that wasn't ridiculous, nor inconsistent was my birthday. Heh. With the exception of 2001, which was my final year in Orde St, as well as my final year in Canada, I have never organized a birthday celebration for myself. Partly, because I'm too lazy, partly because I don't have the finances for a huge bash, and partly because I don't find my birthday that big of a deal. I know some people who go crazy on their birthday, worrying about every little detail, who to invite, how to dodge those they don't want to invite but not hurt their feelings... geez. It's a birthday! It's meant to be enjoyed, not stressed about. So anyway, my friends have always celebrated with me, or organized something for me, be it a meal, gathering, prank, or in the case a few days ago, a drinking session. Yeah, celebrating my birthday with a symposium. Ironic that my 21st birthday had no alcohol whatsoever, and my 22nd was chock full of it. However, I didn't see it coming at first.
I'd been staying at home for a number of days because I didn't have much to do, and unless I had a reason, I simply didn't see the point of going out. Of course, on my birthday, I was told to come out and meet up with Symposium for a meal for a celebration for my birthday. It was actually pretty fun. Had a meal at McDonald's, followed by going to the cybercafe for a few hours of Left4Dead2, which I have not played in ages. Chilled out, went to Ming Tien to chill and later on headed to Anggerik to shisha. While I wasn't paying attention they brought a cake, sang me the birthday song and gave a small bottle of Moskovi vodka, saying that they were broke, had no money and thus had to budget themselves by doing small things for me that day. Naturally I was perfectly fine with it. The fact that they bothered to go through with this was good enough. However, Miki needed to go back home early, and the rest had some excuses that they couldn't make it for tonight, so they'd organize another symposium for another day. And I believed them. Lol.
Miki dropped me off and Justin said he'd come over my house later, just to chill with me, since no one else was free. When Justin arrived, we talked in my room for a while and he said he needed to get something from his car. So I hung around in my room, wondering why his mom would tell him to get something from the car. But what the hell. Later I received a knock on my door with him saying he needed a hand. I opened the door and saw almost all of Symposium with a real cake, and they sang Happy Birthday. Hahaha... that was awesome, seriously. I seriously did not expect this. Of course I found a few things odd, such as getting the thing from the car, and a loud bang I heard outside my door, but I did not expect anything like this. Whew... what a surprise. And I greatly enjoyed it.
The next day the cellgroup celebrated for me too, after the cellgroup meeting ended.
So I ended up with a lot of presents. From Symposium: a book "Veronika Decides to Die", 2 shirts, and a hell lot of alcohol. From the cellgroup: a Padini bag meant for work use, which looks extremely classy and nice. From my mom: new belts, new shoes, new jeans, and new shirts. Plus a meal at Rakuzen, a Japanese restaurant. Tell me that wasn't awesome? I enjoyed all the presents, all the celebrations and the such tremendously. The fact that people will wish you happy birthday means they at least bother to make the effort to say it to you, even if it is through a Facebook reminder. But at least they bother. That shows some effort, even if it is minimal. If they did not want to wish you, then wouldn't bother clicking to your page and telling you. But when friends go to this extent, you know that you are truly blessed.
So, like I said, I don't organize my own birthdays right? Along with the above reasons, another reason is that it'll be celebrated by some group, somehow. Always. Be it church friends, school friends or what. Like I mentioned in my previous post, the fact that I don't call friends out, or in this case, organize my own birthday can be seen as extremely arrogant because I know that others will. Sure, you can see it that way, but I don't. I know that friends will celebrate with me only because they are some of the greatest people I have ever known, and when you're that good of a friend, you will do something. That's why you're so good. And that's why I'm so blessed.