Lurun, I feel like you now. =)
You know how the editor of the publication is in charge of handling comments and feedback? Well, I received some feedback on the blog today and being the democrat, I, of course scoffed and denied any possibility that something of my creation could be less than pristinely perfect.
hoity toity *hrmph*
Pluh-ese…*rolls eyes*
Ha… Well, dear readers (I feel so Bronte of the “Dear readers, I married him” Heh!) obviously I gave it further thought and I’ve reached two conclusions.
That I shall address the plaintiff’s complaint.
I shall stop going on and on and on bout my feelings. Which essentially are “feelings… nothing more than feelings… nothing more than empty feelings of loooovvvveeeee” (these are lyrics to a song btw)
Firstly, this brings to mind what Badass said bout her losing her “chi”. (When I heard it, I was like: What is this? A Joy Luck Club moment?) In less zen terms, most people would call it losing their edge or mellowing. As one of those girls who used to be quite bitchy in sec sch, you know, the type that other timid girls would make an effort not to offend; my friends used to say that I don’t accumulate “kou de” (roughly translated as Mouth Karma). In the sense that I would be quite merciless in criticizing those irritating people who waste the planet’s limited resources by even breathing.
Over the years, I’ve grown nicer. (I haaavvveee…. *whines*)
Every once in a while, the vicious sarcasm would raise its head but generally I have to confess to losing my “chi”.
So, when the above mentioned plaintiff accused me of slander, I was utterly flabbergasted. (Plaintiff: You know who you are but other people don’t. I’m already doing my part in protecting your privacy and identity. And I’ve tried to rein in my all-natural, lash-out, defense mechanism, by putting them in parenthesis. In familiar words: I can only try my best coz promises are empty words.)
As I was saying, after thinking about it, guess what plaintiff has feedback-ed applies to the sensitive reader. Hence, I beseech all of my ‘dear readers’ to put your sense and sensibilities aside when you’re reading my ramblings. I rant and rave because I feel a certain way. (This is MY blog. I get to say what I want right?) Don’t read too much into it k?
Darling Lurun said today that someone should write a book about me and my antics. Hah! I’m quite sure if anyone ever does, it’ll a comic strip titled “Life of the S.I.N”
Ala Self-centered. Insane. Nut.
Coz I must quantify that I honestly don’t consider other people’s feelings when I rant about things which are vaguely related to them. I mean, horrible as it may sound of me, I can’t be considerate of so many peripheral issues when the whole point of my writing, most of the time, is for ME to write about how I feel so that I can feel better. I mean, in real life, I already have to smile and exist and be vaguely astute in reacting to the vibes friends send out. So I really am sorry if I’ve offended. Honestly didn’t mean it. (In case anyone thinks that I’m being sarcastic, I’m NOT…really)
See, this is what I mean about losing my “chi”. I'm all for *world peace*… =
(Or if you look at it from another perspective: there's a constant need to win approval)
Oh yea, it won’t matter anymore anyway. I am making a point now to no longer blog about my feelings.(At least for the moment.) Firstly, coz of Plaintiff. Secondly, coz the tsunami of sentiments has passed. Thirdly, I think everybody’s bored of it.
Classic example today… I am gonna leave this transgressor anonymous and unidentifiable by gender so that ‘shim’ will be not embarrassed. (This is in line with the trying to be more sensitive to other people’s feelings thing)
I was whining (twice of that of my regular index according to transgressor) about some stuff and then, transgressor, who is technically supposed to be my friend, turns around to me and asks in all seriousness:
“Eh, do you think I should get chicken cutlet?”
It was like a, “Whaaattt???? the heck?” fully incredulous moment.
Hellloooo…. This is like MY life issue here you know? At least make “hmm” and “umm” noises!
Gosh! So yea… henceforth, I will not whine k? or my so called friends might jolly well do what they’ve threatened and kick me down the slope where the link between the canteen and my bench is one day.
(Details to show that I’m not fabricating this part. See? I really am surrounded by the most horrible, unsympathetic, unfeeling, uncaring friends… *boo hoo hoo* And I love them still…)
Haha!
Can’t believe this…
*grinz*
You know how the editor of the publication is in charge of handling comments and feedback? Well, I received some feedback on the blog today and being the democrat, I, of course scoffed and denied any possibility that something of my creation could be less than pristinely perfect.
hoity toity *hrmph*
Pluh-ese…*rolls eyes*
Ha… Well, dear readers (I feel so Bronte of the “Dear readers, I married him” Heh!) obviously I gave it further thought and I’ve reached two conclusions.
That I shall address the plaintiff’s complaint.
I shall stop going on and on and on bout my feelings. Which essentially are “feelings… nothing more than feelings… nothing more than empty feelings of loooovvvveeeee” (these are lyrics to a song btw)
Firstly, this brings to mind what Badass said bout her losing her “chi”. (When I heard it, I was like: What is this? A Joy Luck Club moment?) In less zen terms, most people would call it losing their edge or mellowing. As one of those girls who used to be quite bitchy in sec sch, you know, the type that other timid girls would make an effort not to offend; my friends used to say that I don’t accumulate “kou de” (roughly translated as Mouth Karma). In the sense that I would be quite merciless in criticizing those irritating people who waste the planet’s limited resources by even breathing.
Over the years, I’ve grown nicer. (I haaavvveee…. *whines*)
Every once in a while, the vicious sarcasm would raise its head but generally I have to confess to losing my “chi”.
So, when the above mentioned plaintiff accused me of slander, I was utterly flabbergasted. (Plaintiff: You know who you are but other people don’t. I’m already doing my part in protecting your privacy and identity. And I’ve tried to rein in my all-natural, lash-out, defense mechanism, by putting them in parenthesis. In familiar words: I can only try my best coz promises are empty words.)
As I was saying, after thinking about it, guess what plaintiff has feedback-ed applies to the sensitive reader. Hence, I beseech all of my ‘dear readers’ to put your sense and sensibilities aside when you’re reading my ramblings. I rant and rave because I feel a certain way. (This is MY blog. I get to say what I want right?) Don’t read too much into it k?
Darling Lurun said today that someone should write a book about me and my antics. Hah! I’m quite sure if anyone ever does, it’ll a comic strip titled “Life of the S.I.N”
Ala Self-centered. Insane. Nut.
Coz I must quantify that I honestly don’t consider other people’s feelings when I rant about things which are vaguely related to them. I mean, horrible as it may sound of me, I can’t be considerate of so many peripheral issues when the whole point of my writing, most of the time, is for ME to write about how I feel so that I can feel better. I mean, in real life, I already have to smile and exist and be vaguely astute in reacting to the vibes friends send out. So I really am sorry if I’ve offended. Honestly didn’t mean it. (In case anyone thinks that I’m being sarcastic, I’m NOT…really)
See, this is what I mean about losing my “chi”. I'm all for *world peace*… =
(Or if you look at it from another perspective: there's a constant need to win approval)
Oh yea, it won’t matter anymore anyway. I am making a point now to no longer blog about my feelings.(At least for the moment.) Firstly, coz of Plaintiff. Secondly, coz the tsunami of sentiments has passed. Thirdly, I think everybody’s bored of it.
Classic example today… I am gonna leave this transgressor anonymous and unidentifiable by gender so that ‘shim’ will be not embarrassed. (This is in line with the trying to be more sensitive to other people’s feelings thing)
I was whining (twice of that of my regular index according to transgressor) about some stuff and then, transgressor, who is technically supposed to be my friend, turns around to me and asks in all seriousness:
“Eh, do you think I should get chicken cutlet?”
It was like a, “Whaaattt???? the heck?” fully incredulous moment.
Hellloooo…. This is like MY life issue here you know? At least make “hmm” and “umm” noises!
Gosh! So yea… henceforth, I will not whine k? or my so called friends might jolly well do what they’ve threatened and kick me down the slope where the link between the canteen and my bench is one day.
(Details to show that I’m not fabricating this part. See? I really am surrounded by the most horrible, unsympathetic, unfeeling, uncaring friends… *boo hoo hoo* And I love them still…)
Haha!
Can’t believe this…
*grinz*
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, April 13, 2005 |
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