oppie opsie agie

amazingly i have forgotten what it was that i needed to rant.

and if it's forgettable, it means it's unimportant.

but most importantly i think i have become some sort of ;enlightening being'.
or at least one quarter way there.
since i rarely show my 100% bitchy side these days.
except the occasional pms-ing moments.
so please do check with the weather station.

*shylaff*

so with all those away.

let's talk about language.
or rather numbers...
something i was pondering about late last night.

*now that is a lie since i slept really early, due to a mad shoot schedule*

in english,
we have,
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.
twenty one.

in français,
you have the,
un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix,
onze, douze, treize, quatorze, quinze, seize, dix-sept, dix-huit, dix-neuf, vingt.
vingt et un.

in malay,
we have,
satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima, enam, tujuh, lapan, sembilan, sepuluh.
sebelas, duabelas, tigabelas, empatbelas, limabelas, enambelas, tujuhbelas, lapanbelas, sembilanbelas, duapuluh.
duapuluh satu.

hope that makes the point...
*doesn't apply in chinese and japanese tho*

basically what i am writing is that,
1 - 10 are the basics.
20 - infinity are just numbers.
but 11 - 19, they are specials.

why?

those numbers, they never repeat.
you don't find them in any other numbers (age sense & pronunciation wise).

you can be 21, 34, 55, 89 (these are fibonacci numbers), and you'll never have that teen again.
(unless you are hundred and thirteen etc...)

that's why it's so special being a teenager.
and dang. i missed being a bloody teenager!

and it goes like... from 0 - 10 years of age, you learn the basics in life.
11 - 19 you discover new things, new elements.
when you get into your twenties, life becomes monotonous.

its sad but rather true. right?
how they numbered the age and life aspect.

tho we make our own path. we make it interesting.
no wonder women never reveal their real age.
that makes one boring. hehe.


amazingly i have no idea what i am writing.
if it makes sense...
and that i have lost the ability to scribble something fascinating.
maybe... it wasn't to begin with.
double dang!
i need witty backs!

and yiks. i remember what i wanted to rant. part of it.
a small part... really.

some blogs out there now are so pathetically BORING!
hence i had the urge to write back. to entertain myself.
viola~