I cannot begin to tell you how much the Internet has given me back just because I love it so much. Off the top of my head, the only thing it hasn’t given me that it has been so popular about is … drumroll please … a lovelife! I cannot speak for others, but it’s something I don’t think I’ll get here because that hasn’t been my purpose from day 1, and besides I’m not a believer of online dating. Take that as you will. I’m going to stop talking about that now.
I’ve always said that there are a lot of things you can learn online. Of course, not everything is good and not everything is worth your time. But that’s what discernment is for. Blogging, for one, has made me more self-aware and interactive. Social media, on the other hand, especially Twitter, has allowed me to share ideas and actually exchange messages with people from around the globe. I forget about them and they forget about me before I reach the next page of my stream, but the ideas that we shared remain.
Just today, I received an e-mail about a broken link on this web site. This person is asking me to redirect the page to a new site. Ever cautious of viruses and phishing scams, I did a Google search first. (So sorry, dear. I’m not gonna link to that site. It may not be a scam, but it’s not the right one.) I guess what I’m saying is, there are those dangers, but you’ll know how to be discerning to maximize the cyberworld’s treasures. Because otherwise, don’t take my word for it. Avoid the Internet like a plague. Don’t even think about Cyber Monday.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a dull ache in my right elbow so I always make it a point to stretch my arms every few hours. I couldn’t think of any other possible reason for this but my badminton activities since the pain is localized in the right side. Hay. I’m really hoping this is mere stress that will go away soon. The pain’s not that bad anyway that I’m wondering if too much time typing on my keyboard has anything to do with it. I can’t give up my weekly badminton just yet. It’s my only stress reliever and exercise form these days. I’m even thinking about trying diet supplements to go with it. I know of a badminton buddy who actually takes fat burners before playing because it helps give a good sweat and not to mention extra energy. Anyway, I really hope this pain will go away soon. I can’t wait to do some shuttle smashing this weekend again.
Remember Jewel? Jewel Kilcher? That Alaskan woman who writes poems and profound lyrics and moody but edgy melodies, and sold millions of her first album, Pieces of Me, which I love from the time when I’m still using acne treatments?
If you don’t, here’s Jewel doing an awesome prank for the guys of Funny or Die.
So here’s the story: She was dressed up as a homely business woman out on a karaoke night, with face prosthetics and even a fake butt; pretended to be shy about singing; and sang Jewel’s song like only Jewel can. Go watch if you still haven’t.
Why is it that body and mind exhaustion does not always equal to losing weight? I’m hardly someone who’s desperate for a top rated diet pill but I wish I don’t add up pounds just because I spend too much time sitting, trying to make a living.
I’m thinking about doing something very drastic, something I thought I wouldn’t even dream of doing, just to give myself a chance to breathe a little better. I’m still not decided, though, so I’ll share later. Maybe then I can be healthy, in the real sense of the word, without being always tired.
One of the things I hate about a fluctuating weight is the appearance of stretch marks. Sure, I haven’t given birth, and I know that’ll be worse by then, but still it’s unsightly. Do you think cocoa butter stretch marks creams work? Because I really could use some. I probably shouldn’t be writing about this. I’m giving a bad imagery, starting with that title. Anyway, fact of life. One of those things you just can’t be spared from, unless you have an awesome set of genes against these things I guess.
There’s no question that we’re living in a time of great economic distress. Even the rich countries are feeling this.
So can we really expect people to shell out hundreds of dollars to fill up large stadiums and watch their favorite, and maybe not so favorite but admired, musicians? One music festival hat I’ve been dreaming about attending is Lilith Fair, cofounded by Sarah McLachlan. It’s a festival specifically held to showcase women in music. That sort of narrows down the target audience considerably but when this was founded 11 years ago, when I still probably worry more about how I’ll buy my next bottle of acnepril than thinking about paying for concerts, Lilith Fair was a big hit. Which sadens me a bit more to read that after long years of hiatus, it’s comeback was not so well received. A lot of dates were cancelled and big names such as Norah Jones and Kelly Clarkson, who were part of the line up, opted to bow out. They were planning on an Asian leg; I’m not sure if that has potential anymore. Sad.
My landlady told me that she’s been noticing how often I have food delivered to my apartment and that she wonders if I ever cook. Well I do, and I can, but if you’re living alone most of the time it can be quite tedious to have to prepare ingredients (not to mention buy them), and then cook, only to realize that you made more than you can eat in one meal (and you don’t want it anymore for the next one). The disadvantage, of course, is that it’s also more expensive this way (going out to buy food every single time is not that appealing either), and of course food from fastfood chains isn’t really healthy, we know that. I might need to have some colon cleansing done if this goes on. So maybe one of these days, I’ll stack up my fridge and try cooking again.
I think I’m having a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder (*knock on wood*). I can’t stand to see spam mails in my e-mail accounts so I have to log-in once in a while to delete them. Well, it’s easy because there’s a “Delete all spam messages now” option. Sometimes it’s tricky because I noticed that my Facebook notifications go to my spam folder, as well as my blog comments. Because I have to filter which to delete, I sometimes get a good laugh with the subjects of those mails. Well, mostly are about male enhancements or viagra or pills and stuff. There’s the occasional “Confidential: this person wants to give you inheritance,” which I think is quite hilarious given the length of those mails and the use of legal terms to make it look legitimate. I mean, just tell me where the treasure is, or the mmf drawer. I’ll get the bounty myself without having to give out personal details.
I miss badminton. I wasn’t able to play last weekend and it’s looking like this coming Saturday is a no-go as well. This is bad. I’d rather have joint pain from playing than that from sitting for long periods of time. I really need to be more active again. It’s quite true that once you get physically active, it’s hard to stop. Or maybe more realistically, you’ll feel really bad about it when you have to stop for one reason or another.
Anyway, speaking of an active lifestyle, I was watching Bio Channel earlier and there’s this guy who has an obsessive-compulsive disorder that’s related to wanting to workout all the time. And by that I mean he goes to the gym almost 10 times a day. Shudder. Even I don’t wish to play badminton everyday.
I’m afraid I’m too sleepy right now to be poetic. So I mean that title literally.
I just had to squeeze this one post in just because I’d rather write something short than to think about writing and then decide against it. I hope I can write again the way I used to at the beginning of this blog. Turned out maybe I was just slacking then that’s why I had too much time on my hands to think about things and write about them. Not that I’m saying that it’s better to get caught in your daily routine.
I just read a bog post, through Twitter, that says signing up for a creative writing class will flex your brain muscles. It’s like exercise for the brain. I hope I can still do that someday. But not right now because I really need to get some sleep. Otherwise, I’m going to need a serious medical assistance program.
