Rumah Aku Hampir Terbakar Hangus

So I attended the Nuffnang Music Bash
as Pop Princess last Saturday night.

Think I pulled it off pretty okay, actually. Considering I didn't quite prepare anything beforehand. -_- I'm such a failure at playing dress-up lah, I tell you. But I'm a whiz at coming up with last minute save-the-day solutions. Haha. I curled my hair with the magic straightener, dressed up my eyes, put stars on my face, stole some flowers from a tree, and wore a silk kerchief maxi to the party. Haha.

But I also miraculously managed to
make it there 3 hours past registration.

THREE! T-H-R-E-E! THREEEE!!!

So macho, no?

-_-

Just stop rolling your eyes and start paying attention to what I have to say lah, okay. >( Cos here's where the story gets good...


I came home after the party only to realise that I'd forgotten to turn off my aircon when I left the house earlier that night. Global warming save the planet reduce-reuse-recycle blablabla how terrible of me, I know. One day sure kena lightning strike.

But speaking of lightnings, I think I ended up
forgetting to turn off the aircon because of this:

You see, there was a horrid thunderstorm before I left the house, which caused the damn switch to keep tripping like nobody's business. I kept having to run downstairs in the dark to flip the mains back on throughout my getting-ready-to-be-Pop-Princess process. It happened while I was doing my hair and even when I was hunting for my missing shoe in the very hot, under-the-stairs store room in my full getup.

I need to stop buying shoes. -_- And I know
it's not a very good picture but I love my curls here.

But regardless of my effort, I only found one side after a full half hour of rummaging around under the stairs. Ended up having to wear another pair (non-party shoes – blergh) to the party. -_- Feddup.


By the last time I left my room to go down the stairs in my maxi, IN THE DARK (lucky never jatuh terpelanting, I tell you), I decided, "Fergeddit. I'm not running down again in the dark. This is the LAST TIME. ROAR!" So I grabbed my purse on the way out and never went upstairs again. Dug around for my shoes... (Eh, my storytelling quite bad. Jump here jump there wan. -_-) And then my ride came. So since everything was downstairs already, I just made my way out the door and left.


Thing was, in order to make it to the party 3 hours late (-_-'), I had to leave the house at about 8:35PM or 8:45PM. I came home later that night at about 1AM. That makes a grand total of 4-and-a-half hours out of home with the aircon left on...

ALONG WITH THE
MAGIC STRAIGHTENER!

@_@


*cough cough*

Haiyo! Can die or not I ask yew??? Luckily my rumah never terbakar hangus lorrrr!!! Came back and didn't even really notice till about 1:30AM or so. 5 hours. FIVE. WHOLE. FREAKING. HOURS. -_-'''

Ridiculous thing is, while my straightener was heating up,
I was camwhoring with the crew at Maison, KL. -_-

From Left to Right: Australian Angel (my VVIP guest for the night),
Yours Truly in her getup and YapThomas (fellow blogger and ride).

Thank goodness my aircon was on, eh? It's actually quite amazing. Cos if my current aircon was anything like my aircon back in Penang, it should have automatically turned off when the power went out. But it didn't! And because it didn't, the hair straightener didn't get as hot as it could have been in a room with no ventilation and no air conditioning.

Phew. I tell you, my God
has my bum covered everytime.

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And then I did my math
and counted the odds.

I've owned a straightener for about 5 years now. Only really started whipping it out in the last year or two. (Vanity, Vanity, thy name is Vanity.) That's me leaving it on by accident 1 day out of 365 days a year, out of the 5 years I've owned a straightener.


Meaning...

1 ÷ [(365 X 5) + 1 extra day for leap year]
= 1 ÷ (1,825 + 1)
= 1 ÷ 1,826
= 0.0005476

That's a 0.05479% room for error
based on my usage of a hair straightener.

Hmmm. Not too shabby. I could live with those numbers, I guess. Less chance of me leaving my straightener on that it is for a condom to break. Haha.


But wait...

55 years ÷ 4
= 13.75 leap years
= 13.75 extra days above the 365 days a year I get for living another 55 years

So...

extra days + (days in a year X years I have left to live)
= 13.75 + (365 X 55)
= 13.75 + 20,075
= 20,088.75 days left to live

And then...

(Number of days left to live) X (Percentage of room for error)
= 20,088.75 X 0.05479%
= 11.006626 days

Rounded up, the final result is 11 days.

Paham? I agak tak paham.
Nevermind. Lemmie explain.

Based on that percentage I calculated earlier, if I live another 55 years and make it to 80, that means I'll probably forget to turn my straightener off another 11 times in my life. That's 11 chances for me to burn my house down. HAHA.


Of course, there are other factors we need to consider as well. Like how the frequency of use changes with different hairstyles I adopt. But considering I'm so uber-boring when it comes to hairstyles (T_T), I doubt that would be a factor lah. Or what if I become old then grey then bald leh? (CHOITOUCHWOOD!) Then there would obviously be no need for me to use a straightener cos no more hair wat. Or if I find myself having arthritis and joint pains then being unable to lift a straightener? Aiyah, a lot of factors lah.

So, yeah... decreasing frequency of use
kinda lowers the numbers a little.

BUT... memory loss on the other hand boosts forgettability so I may just as well start forgetting to turn it off more and more often! -_-' So... I guess there's no certainty in anything. Haha. The memory loss would so totally negate any minusing of the 11 days I made earlier.

Plus, minus, plus, minus – in the end, all same same.
Sure one day bakar rumah. Sendiri buat arson. Haha.

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*blink blink*

CHOI!!

*touch wood*

*wear red underwear*

*throw salt over shoulder*

*don't sweep floor EVER*


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Dear parents of mine,

The "ordeal" is over, the house is in order, I am alive, and all is well. It's been 2 days since. Freaking out is no longer necessary at this point in time. Thank you for your cooperation and kind consideration.

Your un-charred, still-very-putih daughter
who hasn't forgotten her Math,
Pam Song