The Day After.

I got a sore throat. A colleague called in sick. Another sounds like a man (even though he IS a man, just a deeper tone…)

This is so typical of post-CNY syndrome!!!

We have a tin of strawberry wafer thing in the living room, under the coffee table (which doesn’t have any coffee, somehow) and we have been snacking on the offending wafer things majorly.

Hohoho.

BTW please watch Time Warp on Discovery Channel – it’s damn cool. See things in ultra slow motion! It’s my new favourite show after MythBusters and Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe.

How Far Would You Go….

… to help a friend?

*facepalm*

Ass of Bloggers (Stinkapore).

Ahhh… time for me to chip in a few words (not like anybody gives a shit anyway).

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When I first heard of the Association, I thought, well… bloggers are individuals. Do we really need an Association/Society/Club/Fraternity/Sorority/Greek House… (you get what I mean) to unite us?

We come together in an online community celebrating diversity, so I seriously don’t think being accredited with whatever power or professionalism would appeal to the mass of us individuals.

You see, we have our differences, and what huge-ass differences are they!

We have the ones with the ugly blogs with extrasibehmany animated GIFs, the ones with bad English, the ones with too many camwhore pictures with nothing much else to tell, the ones who try too hard, the ones who can’t be bothered and everything else in between.

Diversity means the whole blogosphere gets colourful. Diversity means that every time you discover a new blog written by somebody you don’t already know, there’s a surprise element. Or shock. Or disgust. Or boredom. Or amazement.

Can you remember the first time Kenny Sia caught our attention? Can you remember the awful taste in your mouth after discovering Bandung Vader’s writings? Can you remember how Rockson got us all ROFLMAO? Can you remember how interesting everything actually is, even though we don’t agree on almost anything, almost all of the time?

Instead of celebrating our diversity, do we need to be slapped with the same label (as if being termed a blogger isn’t one already) so that we get invited to events and talk about the same things? If I join the association, which is BTW invite-only and provided I am not in their blacklist (for whatever reasons), so if I don’t blog like I should (intellectual, have an agenda or a political stand, blah blah), would I be kicked out or something?

This reeks too much of elitism, and could cause further segregation of an already segregated community. We need to celebrate, not alienate.

And what? Excuse me? I have to pay an annual fee to be part of it? Sorry, I rather support Cat Welfare Society. I care about the cats more than I care about my blog’s possibly lucrative future (I don’t have much to say that will improve society in any way, anyway).

Anyway, what defines professional in the blogging sense? If I make a lot of money through my blog, I am considered professional?

Or if I actually form proper sentences with perfect grammar and features supercalifragilistic vocabulary, means I blog professionally?

Or could it mean that if I do nothing but blog and attend events catered for bloggers all day, I am professional?

Or… if I blog about a certain passion sharing my expertise to the WWW, and spew jargon those in the know will know, means I am blogging professionally?

*shakes head*
Do we need that kind of definition, anyway?

In all fairness, having opinions are fine. To me, broadcasting your mission statement in a skewed, biased, opinionated manner is bad form.

Have an objective, aim, and direction? Totally fine. But putting in personal agendas and vendettas to hold up a registered society/association is… what do I call it? Quite unprofessional.

Tank Kew Janise.

For “hacking” my Facebook account

Thank you for the Holga laaaaa! But then I need to go buy the medium format film before I can start experimenting with it!

But so happy :D:D

Need To Downsize Barffie.

Ya. How ah?

Zzz.

Back To Old Template.

Yes lah I know I kept changing back and forth between the new and old Wordpress templates…

The Retro Mac one was quirky, but not clean-cut enough…

This one is a little booooring but easier on the eyes.

How like that?

You Very Hard To Work With.

Is there anybody as mafan as you?

I ask you do something, you ask me do that something back.

You focus on the less critical stuff, and take your own sweet time with the necessary.

You are so so so so mafan and you even dare to find other people mafan?

As She Turns 6….

I realised I am getting reaaaaally old.

Niece #2 is going into Primary 1 next year.
Niece #1 is going to Secondary 1 next year and doing her PSLE this year.

Fwoah. And as they shifted to their new home 2 months ago, they found a handwritten note from me to my newborn Niece #1 that was given to her about 10 years ago. Niece #2 was fuming because I didn’t write a similar note to her saying things like, “Hi my niece and even though you may not know what I am talking about, I am sure my sis (your mum) will let you read this when you are older!”

Fwoah. Reading that note, obviously in my very silly, curly (not cursive, curly) handwriting with a silly drawing of a baby… reminded me of how long it has been since I first became an Aunt.

And it certainly made things a little fuzzy from then on, even though I had never been really close to them.

One of Those Times….

When I feel not good enough to be anybody’s friend.

Nobody really likes me, or how I work, or just how I am.

I try to be sincere, but are people talking about me about how teh sucks I am as a person, or how teh sucks I am doing my work?

I want people to like me. I have no idea why that “want” is so strong.

Swift Drivers Suxxorz!!!.

Bleah. I don’t know about you guys, but I sure do harbour some kind of disdain for Suzuki Swift drivers (essssspecially those with turbo!!! The yellow ones are also really bad!!!) on the roads.

They love to tailgate, even when I am going at 100km/hr on a relatively deserted stretch of highway. WHY ARE YOU MERE MILLIMETRES AWAY FROM MY ASS? If you find me slow, THEN OVERTAKE FROM THE LEFT LAH, NABEH!!!

They love to tailgate, and then swerve in and out of lanes dangerously close to your car and then speed up when you try to cut in front of them (of course I signaled properly!) and then slow down when you signal your intention to cut in to their lane BEHIND them.

NABEH NABEH! But the other day when Janise was in my car, she experienced the guai lan Barffie I was going at 100km/hr or so on AYE going towards Jurong and this idiot Swiiiiiffffttt decides to tailgate me (he was so close I couldn’t see his headlights in the rear view mirror anymore, and I almost could make out his face if not for the tinting) even though the road was very clear.

So I slowed down. To 80km/hr. Just as a bus was beside us on lane 2 (we were on lane 1 on the right) so he couldn’t overtake. And as he high-beamed me on the way out, I gave him a big grin and a cheerful wave.

WHEEE!!! TAKE THAT! He went out at the next exit. LOSER!!!

The other one is the new Honda Civic (1.8l that one lah!) drivers. BRRRRRR but that kind of drivers deserve another post on their own. BLEAH!~