COMPILE

This is a compilation of slightly more upbeat drafts that I have sitting in the depths of my half-assed pile of incomplete posts which I have accumulated during the short hiatus I took. Throughout this break I would often find myself wandering back here, trying to find a familiar sense of comfort and solace that this space used to provide in exchange for word vomit and frustration filled rants. But those posts would often end in naught. I guess in hindsight the problems that I was dealing with weren't as significant as I thought they were, but in that moment I just felt that if I refrained from talking about it long enough, perhaps it would all go away. Talking about it almost makes it...real, if that makes any sense. 

But that's hindsight for you. Problems in life would always seem less significant as time goes by because you eventually get over them and move on with your life...or learn how to live with the feeling of helplessness and distraught to best of your ability, lolol. But my point is, you eventually learn how to cope. And a good coping mechanism is all I need before I reach the breaking point of The Prince of Darkness vs. The Ocean.

So yes, a step-by-step process of how I deal with problems:

1. Mope around in isolation for as long as I can.

2. Mildly entertain the idea that I might actually be able to get over things while throwing myself a pity party.

3. Eventually running out of fucks to give, which then turns into anger directed at myself for being bummed out for so long.

4. An explosion of rage-filled expletives, followed by getting rid of everything and anything that reminds me of the problem. ("Fuck off! Fuck off!)

5. Gets over the problem entirely and mentally delete any relevant associations of the problem from my mind. ("You fucking asshole ocean.")

 

Although the last step might require a certain level of natural born forgetfulness and abhorrence towards melancholy, I'd say that this solution works well for a solid 37% of the time.

By the way, Ozzy Osbourne calling the open waters a "fucking asshole ocean"? Spectacular.

31 August, 2014

A 4-part story of how I take photos with other people.

1) A last minute "am I looking at right place?" (aka can you point out where I am supposed to look at?)

2) *singular proper photo*

3) "is this angle attractive?" or "does this do anything positive to my jawline?"

4) TEETH

The above photos were taken at a friend's wedding which I attended together with the best friend, who of course looks on point in every photo. The night ended with us hitching a ride from the Navy base's shuttle bus (because the exact directions given to us was "just walk towards the lights and ask the cute guard post guys about the shuttle bus"), deciding between Swee Choon and Harry's, and ending up at Harry's because it was nearer and the struggle with our heels was getting real.

We ended the night with burgers and pasta with a huge side of fries because we didn't eat enough at the wedding. Sartorial restrictions y'all, sartorial restrictions.

2 September, 2014

Period cramps. Bloody period cramps. (hehehe)

The entire day was spent in a state of extreme grumpiness and a constant self-questioning of whether it will be less painful to trade in a full day of period cramps for a single body kick. I was initially considering an above the shoulder hit but lets be honest, I'm probably too vain for that shit.

Side note: My constantly depleting Mandarin proficiency coupled with a lack of motivation to read full pages of Chinese websites' write ups have proven to be a big impediment to my Taiwan travel research. As if I don't struggle enough when it comes to 简体 characters but now I have to read 繁体? 

.........*screams into a pillow*

30 September, 2014

1/50+ photos that I took when I went hiking in Taroko Gorge almost 3 weeks ago, because the best way to start off any vacation is to send a hiking noob struggling through the mountains of Hualien. But that view though! It was almost worth the 3 shades darker I got, which I am fervently trying to fade because I really can't rock a tan to save my life. Aside from not learning anything from the hike, the smart ass me then proceeded to go trekking through 阳明山 in Taipei a few days later in a floral wrap skirt and some dirty converses.

 

Umm...yeah, I really don't have an excuse for my atrociously inappropriate outfit.

Since I'm too lazy to upload all the photos from the trip, I have resigned myself to sitting in front of the laptop and typing out this sub-par post instead, while listening to Stefan Struve's interview on the MMA hour podcast.

Guess whose favourite heavyweight is coming back on 13 December with a fight with Overeem?

OH YEAH.

Now for the important question, is anyone interested in gifting me with a trip to Phoenix, Arizona this coming December 13?

I know I'm all over the place with this post but since we are on the topic of MMA, but allow me to go on a little rant about weigh-in etiquette. (side note: Stefan has great weigh-in etiquette)

I don't usually watch weigh-ins often but when I do, nothing annoys me more than a fighter coming out in what looks to be every single article of clothing in their closet. Uh...did you not know that you have to strip down for your weigh-in? Or have you decided to channel your inner Dita Von Teese that day? I get that you might be trying to sweat out the last couple of pounds of water weight but really, can't you keep that backstage and just come out in the most expedite-the-weigh-ins-outfit you can manage?

And as if watching a fighter walk out to weigh-ins clothed in layers isn't annoying enough, there's also the impromptu Magic Mike show that some of them put on.

I'm not talking about the let-me-drop-these-clothes-in-a-neat-pile-over-here types. I'm talking about the all out, let-me-redecorate-the-entire-stage-in-my-clothes jazz show that certain fighters do - completed with the grand finale: watch me throw my clothes as far away as possible so that my team mate, who is standing next to me, can scramble to pick them up.

WTF. If your team mate is standing right there beside you, there is absolutely no reason for you to be throwing your clothes in the opposite direction because you can either,

1) hand your clothes over to your team mate politely,
2) drop your clothes neatly into a pile near your team mate so as not to inconvenience them, or just
3) PICK UP AFTER YOUR DAMN SELF CAUSE YOU ARE A GROWN ASS ADULT.

13 November, 2014

Finally got my ass around to listening to The Fighter & The Kid podcast and...

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...I'm going to just let this photo convey the nature and content of the podcast instead of trying to explain it.

IT'S TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEE for everyone to go download and listen to this podcast because this shit is amazing and fucking hilarious.

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So yup, this concludes the end of my compilation. And hopefully the start of more frequent posting because I really do enjoy writing in this space quite a bit.