Category: Random Musing

Resolutions for 2011.

The BF paid the 2nd final payment for our renovation today. We’re laying the tiles on our front porch today. And then it’s all done! Our target to move in, just in time for an awesome Xmas party is becoming real!

Finally, I’m comfortable enough to sit down and write my to-do list for next year, hehehehe. For the past year we’ve been living in a sort of suspended state. Everytime I was presented with an opportunity to buy something, I had to refrain by thinking in terms of furnishing value.

For instance, a pair of shoes is the equivalent of 33 sq ft of tiles, a designer bag is the equivalent of an oven, a good meal is the equivalent of one tap, and so on. It sucks but I guess that’s part of growing up, building your own nest and a crazy urge to bake a fucking bundt cake.

So here I am, writing down what I want to do next year because I can!

  1. Get a diving license (so I can quit snorkelling and do the real thing with mah peeps).
  2. Pimp up my ride (change the body kit, put in a sweet stereo system, install anti-roll bar, noise-proofing, maybeeee repaint :D).
  3. Drive to Thailand (was supposed to do it this year but cancelled because it’s equivalent to a fridge).
  4. Dive in Thailand.
  5. Dive in Philippines (Ah Horng, I’m cummmmmming!).
  6. Dye my hair (the last time I did it was 10 years ago out of rebellion, this time I’d be doing it to obscure my bald patch. FML).
  7. Get proper singing lessons (because I don’t want to waste these great genes, ahem).
  8. Get proper sewing lessons (so I can sew in a straight line).
  9. Refurbish at least one furniture (my contribution the the environment and my ego).
  10. Throw out all my current shoes and replace them with new ones (to be honest, I’d probably do this before the year ends :P).
  11. Run everyday (so Charlie can run instead of walk alongside me, so my heart can be strong & healthy despite the truck load of pork I’ll be consuming and finally, so money on that treadmill won’t be burnt :P)
  12. I almost forgot shopping for new clothes, FML.
  13. And lastly, bake a fucking bundt cake!!!!

I IS EXCITED!!!!!

I didn’t start the flamewars…du du du du.

Have you ever been in situations where it’s so completely easy and totally funny to totally pwn someone with magnificently witty comebacks or one liners?

(Off topic, I wonder whether people consider my sometimes liberal use of superlatives as a symptom of pretentiousness or just a way of making fun of pretentiousness. Hmm, nevermind.).

From mIRC to forums to blogs and now Twitter, there are always people online that are just, for lack of better words, easy targets.

A shallow example of easy targets:

1. Normal looking people who post their own pictures online, saying something self-deprecating but don’t mean it. Obviously an attempt to fish for compliments.

2. Normal looking people who post their own pictures online, saying something self-praising and really mean it. Obviously an attempt to fish for compliments.

3. Normal looking people who don’t know that they are normal looking who complain about other people’s looks. Obviously delusional.

4. Normal looking people who know that they are normal looking who complain about other people’s looks. Obviously asking for it.

And ladies and gentlemen, that is probably how the highly entertaining phenomenon of “flaming” came about, thanks to these easy targets. Flaming is an art; it is precise and subtle, it is witty and they often elude the easy targets until much later (okay, I really meant 5 minutes but that’s an eternity on the Internet). It is an exercise in futility and has no other reasons of existence besides irritating an easy target.

True flamers generally have a kind of camaraderie. They know one when they see one. Although they may flame each other at any given opportunity, if they met each other in real life, they might just give each other a good solid pat on the backs and become good friends. True flamers have inate respect for each other.

Easy targets, however, are not flamers (although some may delude themselves into thinking they are). They merely have unintentionally set themselves up as flame baits. So when flamed, naturally they would want to retaliate but instead of responding with the smooth, suave way of a flamer, they disintegrate into “trolls”. An anti-thesis to flamers, trolls are Master of the Obvious, off topic and crass. Their only method of irritation is just saying really rude, blunt and irrelevant things to incite an emotion. They are often anonymous too. They may aspire to be flamers but simply do no possess the intellect to be so.

There are easy targets that devolve into trolls, and then there are those that devolve into self-professed “victims”. Cyber melodrama, I guess you can call it. These are the people who can’t handle flames despite putting themselves in the middle of the cross-hair in the first place. And the worst thing about “victims”? They can’t differentiate flamers from trolls.

# – We didn’t start the flamewar video :D

The easy access to the world wide web also means that a lot more individuals are now online. And with that, the onset of the deterioration of harmless but stimulating online arguments or flames, if you preferred. Simply because there are many more people now and not all of them can see or appreciate the substance behind a flame. You can still see some of the funny stuff on sites such as Yahoo Answers, Youtube and 4chan, but they are far and few. Anything remotely worthy would now instantly become viral.

Guess what I’m trying to say is this: It’s totally not fun to totally pwn someone with magnificently witty comebacks or one liners anymore. Because, it’s apparently a form of bullying now. Because, more often than not, it’s hurtful to people eventhough the intention was only to irritate.

The only way to get the best of an argument is to avoid it. – Dale Carnegie

So long, funny flamewars. Rest in peace.

Body changes.

Have been staring at this screen since 2.30pm. Wanted to write something funny to brighten up the mood a bit but no matter how much I wring my brains, nothing. Zero. Blank.

The past 3 days, I had been rendered useless by a crippling female cramp. Without trying to sound overly dramatic, it got me to thinking about my mortality. Having just stepped into my early late 20s, I’m starting to notice a lot of things about my body that I’d never really taken notice before.

For example, my ears canals seem to have taken on lives of their own. Every end of the day, they would start itching like mad, crying out for some sweet cotton buds probing. My toe nails seem to be growing out at lightning speed and I’ve kinda given up on pedicures because painting over them just seem pointless. And, and….I’ve recently acquired a grand total of ONE nipple hair!

Do you notice these things? At what age did you begin to see all these changes to your body? I feel like I’m going through puberty again, only it’s way grosser than I remember it at 12.

While these are just harmless episodes of growing older, I somehow feel that they may be preludes to health issues I will definitely face one day. Already those monthly cramps are a cause for concern and already I’m feeling hesitant, okay, scared to have it checked out.

Only now I understand why so many people only seek treatment for their health problems when it’s already too late. Never mind that they are educated, informed and rational. It’s so easy to convince yourself that the problems may gradually disappear as long as you don’t pay attention to them. Fear or ego? Mostly fear I guess.

Okay, enough of gloomy health concerns. Excuse me while I go pluck some stray hair.