It's not a good sign to have a writer's block in your own blog. I'm suppose to be able to rant, crack jokes, reminisce, comment about random inconsequential things. Yet... (*knock knock) I can't come up with anything.
There's a couple of things I can attribute this lack of brain juice to:
1. The iPhone
My brain has been over stimulated by this handy device, I can't tear my eyes off the puny screen for one bit. It now follows me to my place of inspiration (ie - the toilet), where I used to hatch ideas while squatting over the bowl among other things. I find it a chore to lift my fingers off the touch phone and even reach for the toilet paper now. With my eyes on the small screen, everything else comes in auto pilot mode - flushing, washing my hands, etc... (At least I think I washed my hands... Ho-hum..) Maybe you should think twice about ever touching my phone again. Muahahaha.
2. TV
With Masterchef, America's Next Top Model, New Girl, etc... various entertainment showing on TV, why would I wanna do anything else? It's far too tempting to sit on the couch and nua... Doesn't help that the food on Masterchef looks too darn good and makes me salivate constantly even though I've already eaten. As such, I'm growing fatter in front of the TV everyday. Catching all the different seasons of America's Next Top Model must have turned me dumber... but I couldn't will myself to stop. I "wanna be on top" and I reckon I needed to pick up some bitching skills. See, my favorite channels used to be Animal Planet and Discovery Channel... but these days, my desire to gain new knowledge have sizzled out with the very last reason...
3. S-C-H-O-O-L
Bah. Bah. Bah. Did I really think I loved writing essays this much? Give me something interesting to write about, something like sharks, diving, sports... etc, I'll gladly do it. How am I suppose to bull my way through about theories of communication? Quote the other academics... that should help to make up at least another 300 words out of a 2000 word essay.
Seriously, all you had to do is quote another smart guy, who quoted some other smart guy, who quoted another and another and another.. till you have no idea where the theory came from in the first place. For all you know, that last guy quoted the theory from the very first guy and it all goes in a circle. Hell, I could just throw in anything that sounds convincing and quote something out of context from a scholar and it could turn up in somewhere in somebody else's report. Just like how you could make up things in wikipedia.
And honestly, some assignments that are meant to be fun is made a total killjoy by lecturers. I'd love to write a review about a professional theatrical performance that I've watched but the criteria and window period is just ludicrous. How many interesting theatrical plays do you think you can find in a span of 10 days? For an assignment that is due in Dec, do you think we can remember it in detail by the end of this week? And I'm so tied up for cash right now, do you seriously think I'd fork out at least 30 bucks to watch a play just to complete this assignment? As if the school would reimburse me for having to pay to do the assignment which I'm unlikely to score well in anyway. With the stringent marking scheme (highest in class for a particular assignment is 14/20), I'm less than motivated to spend too much time in it. I suspect those jackasses mark upon a perfect score of 75%. I doubt they would even score well if they were to mark their own work.
Argh... just finish the damn thing already so that I can get back to Masterchef and see some happy food! Woots.
Hah. For somebody that started off with nothing to write about... I sure found my pent up anger and energy.
Till I rant again... (needa go check on my pets in the iphone now). Ciaoz.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Why I'm doing this:
Because I no longer have the fear of rejection. Or rather, I don't want to be afraid anymore.
Because I'm learning the toughest chapter in life: to put my pride down.
Because the biggest competitor I have is against myself.
Because the world has not seen the best of me.
Because I miss playing at the elite level.
Because I want to go back the to good old days where politics do not matter.
Because I just wanna play Netball the way it's suppose to be.
=)
Thankyu.
Because I'm learning the toughest chapter in life: to put my pride down.
Because the biggest competitor I have is against myself.
Because the world has not seen the best of me.
Because I miss playing at the elite level.
Because I want to go back the to good old days where politics do not matter.
Because I just wanna play Netball the way it's suppose to be.
=)
Thankyu.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Curse of the iPhone4
One moment, the rare stroke of genius inspired me, gearing the funny bone into optimum level; thoughts and ramblings started to flow freely and my typing speed was peaking at 25 words per minute...
The next definitive moment in the space of a few slow-motioned seconds: an itch on my fat butt - cue* fidgety movement, cue* overstretched wire, cue* unstable cheapo nana portable table. Tension. *Piak and the screen goes blank. Pitch black. Darker-than-the-color-of-my-face black. ________________. TMD.
Note to self: Always save your work especially pertaining to blue moon postings. Secondly, fight the itch to fidget. Thirdly, use portable battery when blogging with lao kok kok laptop that has loose wiring.
Lesson learnt? Maybe.
Reboot. Reboot. Now.. where was I? Oh yea. I was saying gee whiz how times have changed since my last posting, how I almost forgot my login password and how it's gotta be a record to have 2 posts a year. Even meteor showers occur more often than my posts, no? Don't blame the procrastination! How else would I be able to deter kaypohs from reading my blog.. Riiiiggghhhtt? Only those who truly cared, would check back once in a while. Only those worthy, would be entertained by my 'ridikulus' rantings, assertive erroneous proclaims and maybe the very occasional words of wisdom. Food for thought? (Quite literally) "YES, Food please!!" =D
The last time I was in here, I grieved over the loss of my first generation iphone and some. Fast forward a few months... these are the times of the iphone 4. I have mine syncing a gazillion songs that I've long given up on sorting from my ancient laptop. The poor abandoned latter. Outdated iTunes. Outdated microsoft office. Outdated anti virus. I admit it... Like Eve and her Adam, I have fallen prey to the Apple and sold my soul to the gadget. My creativity got lost in all its stimulant action games and my only goal in life now is to build the tallest tiny tower among all my peers.
Oh, what has the world come to? Looking at the commuters in the trains and buses, I bet you my first generation ipod shuffle that you have fallen prey to it too. Yes, 2012 is approaching and I have just the perfect theory on how the world will come to an end:
A vicious bug in the form of a popular app will infiltrate the ipod families, stealing credit card information and devastating millions. That, or human population will decline drastically from accidents caused by people whose eyes are constantly glued to their ipod screens.
A prophet from my school once said, "[Insert name]! One day, iPhone will kill you!"
How true those words rang... I've sunk not once, but twice, down the innocuous steps of the common HDB block, I'd rather risk breaking my neck than the iphone in my hand to break the fall. Numerous friends of mine suffered the same ordeal. Do not be fooled by the innocent looking gadget. It is dangerous! The apple products should come with disclaimer labels that state "Use with caution."
My dearest iPhone, I hereby abdicate you. Return me the good eyesight I've spoilt staring at your screen. Restore my sharp hearing that I've lost blasting your music. Return me my sense of wonder and compassion for all things non-electronic. I bid you adieu...
...after hanging myself with friends on the soon-to-be-built floor in tiny tower.
Godspeed, Gracias.
The next definitive moment in the space of a few slow-motioned seconds: an itch on my fat butt - cue* fidgety movement, cue* overstretched wire, cue* unstable cheapo nana portable table. Tension. *Piak and the screen goes blank. Pitch black. Darker-than-the-color-of-my-face black. ________________. TMD.
Note to self: Always save your work especially pertaining to blue moon postings. Secondly, fight the itch to fidget. Thirdly, use portable battery when blogging with lao kok kok laptop that has loose wiring.
Lesson learnt? Maybe.
Reboot. Reboot. Now.. where was I? Oh yea. I was saying gee whiz how times have changed since my last posting, how I almost forgot my login password and how it's gotta be a record to have 2 posts a year. Even meteor showers occur more often than my posts, no? Don't blame the procrastination! How else would I be able to deter kaypohs from reading my blog.. Riiiiggghhhtt? Only those who truly cared, would check back once in a while. Only those worthy, would be entertained by my 'ridikulus' rantings, assertive erroneous proclaims and maybe the very occasional words of wisdom. Food for thought? (Quite literally) "YES, Food please!!" =D
The last time I was in here, I grieved over the loss of my first generation iphone and some. Fast forward a few months... these are the times of the iphone 4. I have mine syncing a gazillion songs that I've long given up on sorting from my ancient laptop. The poor abandoned latter. Outdated iTunes. Outdated microsoft office. Outdated anti virus. I admit it... Like Eve and her Adam, I have fallen prey to the Apple and sold my soul to the gadget. My creativity got lost in all its stimulant action games and my only goal in life now is to build the tallest tiny tower among all my peers.
Oh, what has the world come to? Looking at the commuters in the trains and buses, I bet you my first generation ipod shuffle that you have fallen prey to it too. Yes, 2012 is approaching and I have just the perfect theory on how the world will come to an end:
A vicious bug in the form of a popular app will infiltrate the ipod families, stealing credit card information and devastating millions. That, or human population will decline drastically from accidents caused by people whose eyes are constantly glued to their ipod screens.
A prophet from my school once said, "[Insert name]! One day, iPhone will kill you!"
How true those words rang... I've sunk not once, but twice, down the innocuous steps of the common HDB block, I'd rather risk breaking my neck than the iphone in my hand to break the fall. Numerous friends of mine suffered the same ordeal. Do not be fooled by the innocent looking gadget. It is dangerous! The apple products should come with disclaimer labels that state "Use with caution."
My dearest iPhone, I hereby abdicate you. Return me the good eyesight I've spoilt staring at your screen. Restore my sharp hearing that I've lost blasting your music. Return me my sense of wonder and compassion for all things non-electronic. I bid you adieu...
...after hanging myself with friends on the soon-to-be-built floor in tiny tower.
Godspeed, Gracias.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Pride & Prejudice
Not that I've ever read that book (post title) before... O, but Keira and her Mr. Darcy were really cute in that film.
Right, I'm sidetracking as usual. I had so much inspiration at the start of 2011 but most of it got lost with my procrastination. Yes, it's not the first time. My room's gotten dusty and my literacy has gotten rusty. Which person in her right mind will blog at the rate of 2 posts a year and claim her blog to be alive? (*Bows deeply) "Your grace at your service." Come now, how often do you think I'm in my right mind? =P
Truth is, I'm a person with a helluva pride. You can say I'm a born defender honestly. I have the capability to defend my pride with a gazillion excuses thought out of thin air... but I'd rather not share them, just in case you recognize one should I throw any your way. *muahahahah
Of recent, many things have taken place which have opened up my perspective. As it was, I'd gotten so lost settling in my little pool of pride at the bottom of the well, I was satisfied with my little piece of sky above. Whether I'd dug this well and walled up the bricks or that I'd accidentally stumbled into it is irrelevant now... What matters is that I've found the ladder to pull me out of it and with each rung I grasp, I begin to see more and more of the view atop. The reality of everything above may scare me but I trust my ladder's sturdy support. It is time for the climb.
Herein on, I'm shedding my tinted lenses and learning to face the music better now. (I am pretty musically inclined to start off with.. so that shouldn't be too difficult. heh heh) If I was prejudiced with my tiny view from the well, shrouded from the facts of life, allow me time to adjust to the big big world and experience its many wonders as I should.
Whatever it is, I thankyu for dropping me this ladder.
Are you ready for GraceSim? (*complete with the hand gesture)
Right, I'm sidetracking as usual. I had so much inspiration at the start of 2011 but most of it got lost with my procrastination. Yes, it's not the first time. My room's gotten dusty and my literacy has gotten rusty. Which person in her right mind will blog at the rate of 2 posts a year and claim her blog to be alive? (*Bows deeply) "Your grace at your service." Come now, how often do you think I'm in my right mind? =P
Truth is, I'm a person with a helluva pride. You can say I'm a born defender honestly. I have the capability to defend my pride with a gazillion excuses thought out of thin air... but I'd rather not share them, just in case you recognize one should I throw any your way. *muahahahah
Of recent, many things have taken place which have opened up my perspective. As it was, I'd gotten so lost settling in my little pool of pride at the bottom of the well, I was satisfied with my little piece of sky above. Whether I'd dug this well and walled up the bricks or that I'd accidentally stumbled into it is irrelevant now... What matters is that I've found the ladder to pull me out of it and with each rung I grasp, I begin to see more and more of the view atop. The reality of everything above may scare me but I trust my ladder's sturdy support. It is time for the climb.
Herein on, I'm shedding my tinted lenses and learning to face the music better now. (I am pretty musically inclined to start off with.. so that shouldn't be too difficult. heh heh) If I was prejudiced with my tiny view from the well, shrouded from the facts of life, allow me time to adjust to the big big world and experience its many wonders as I should.
Whatever it is, I thankyu for dropping me this ladder.
Are you ready for GraceSim? (*complete with the hand gesture)
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