Coin-Flip Life

Permit me a certain level of forgiveness for the rather lack of quality as seen in both the foreseen content of this post, as well as this opening paragraph (sentence actually); for I have taken a long break from spewing thoughts and I did not perform my assigned warmup through Random Ramblings.

Not that I had any QC to begin with.
For the non-acronym inclined, QC means Quality Control.
Not that it was a well-known acronym to begin with.
For the non-proficient users of English, "acronym" refers to short forms, abbreviations.

And I could expand on the above ladder, but alas! Sticking with my title.


Before proceeding, I would kindly like to remind you, the reader, that I am not facing any mid-life (or early-life, better still yet-of-life) crisis right now. I am not ranting over deficiencies, any problems or even anything at all.

But I rant.

A "Coin-Flip Life" is an oversimplified outlook at events in your life. Oversimplified because, as an average being knows, a coin-flip involves only two results. Heads or tails. Picture or number.

Okay, maybe a slight mishap there. Coin-flips may involve three results if you count the coin landing exactly on it's flat side as one. Very unlikely, but yet, may occur nonetheless. As unlikely as me finishing this post with your complete understanding of my concept here.

Proceeding with my description of coin-flips, I would like to make it clear that I mean coin flips as perfectly fair 50-50 chance flips. None of those double sided coins with pictures on both sides, no coins that are fatter on one edge, no curved coins, you get my drift.

Now relate coin-flips to life.

Coin-flip events in our lives are random events that either end up the way we want it, or otherwise. Simplify events that we have gone through, are going through or will go through. Make these things either a Yes or No. I want it, or I do not want it.

An thus, the coin-flip begins. We toss the coin, and leave the course of our life to fate.

* Tosses coin! *

Either get what we want, or not. Random chance.

We catch our fate in the form of that shiny, thing thing within the grasps of our hands.
Sandwiched between our palms, we await our destiny, our future. Our fate. Closed and yet to be revealed.

Wow, what great words to associate with something as menial as a coin.


We then do one of three things. One, we open our palms and reveal our fate, the side of the coin.
If it's the desired face, we win.
If it's not, we lose.

Secondly, we could instead flip our palms around, as to gain the opposite result of what we "could have" gotten from the first option.
If it was supposed to be the desire face, we lose.
If it was not, we win.

Thirdly (poor opener), we do something that would make the first and second choice irrelevant.
And here comes the suspense..


Do not open our palms.

Life is not a coin-flip.
Life is a mystery. It is enigmatic, meant to be and should always be.

And what all about all the clutter above trying to stitch what events life holds to us with coin-flips?

Utter rubbish. Coins do not dictate our choices. Fate does not dictate us.


We do.

Random Ramblings II

Pressure in Physicks is depicted as force per unit area. Not that I am an avid fan of the sciences, but it really seems nice to have variety in my blog. Science versus menial, childish and juvenile abstract philosophy. Two ends of a self-defined (probably undefined) spectrum.

Well who cares, this is the Ramdom Ramblings section. I designed it for this very purpose.

Go figure.

But anyhow, pressure is exactly what I am facing right now, with an impending exam in a matter of hours (tomorrow actually, but cut me some slack, it is night already!).

Yet I blog.

But blogging would help.

Because a certain section of this "major" (not so major considering I profoundly waste my time right now) examination involves writing. Writing, which may seem like a walk in a very small park with clearly defined strolling paths, fresh air and definitely stunning scenery. That sort of park, however, defines my ability to write long-winded exponents of Enghlish. (note the intentional error)

How about proper, simple and concise compositions?

I utterly fail.

The park I stroll performing that clearly resembles a jungle, with undefined paths but instead trees that serve more as maze walls and roots naturally placed to trip the unsuspecting victim. A jungle that awkwardly does not have the "fresh air" feeling but reeks of death and stinks (duh, does death smell nice to you?). Dark, spooky and appearances that belie a deeper evil.

That in mind, I hereby compare my proper writing to: a walk in a haunted forest.

Ooo, so spooky.


They say practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect (the used-to-be original line so rampantly overused these days). However, I intend to improve on this statement's unoriginality.
Let's requote and rephrase:

Practice makes perfect,
but nobody's perfect,
But just damn practice anyway.

And off I am, right now!

Easy for Your Eyes

I always thought that writing really long sentences, with a bountiful of commas in between and high usage of those "joining" words in conjunction with more commas, such as the commas before this part and after this part, would be able to convey more information and seem not only more interesting, but also informative, different, wonderful as well as an outlet to demonstrate my proficiency (or the lack of it) in my E.

Long sentences like above. Do. Not. Do. Well.

I should face the fact that we generally prefer shorter sentences. Bite-size string of words that are easy to comprehend. Not really my style, but that applies is the same as wearing clothes in public. Okay, ignore that thing about clothes.

Shorter sentences make you happy, people?

However, I did feel the need for smart paragraphing. Paragraphs that cycle between long ones, medium ones and one-liners in between. That proved to be easy on my eyes.

But easy on your eyes?

Seems to be that most people do not have a specific ability. Ability to comprehend as I do.

Above was my attempt at reducing what I would normally string into much, much longer sentences into small bite-size, highly understandable ones instead.
Have you finished biting and chewing?

Because I feel that that is going to be one of my few attempts at prolonged shortened sentences. I prefer writing long, it abodes more meaning by the positioning of certain subjects and the sentence's overall arrangement. The same thing may be written slightly differently but in terms of meaning, changes significantly.

Actually I planned to give an example demonstrating what I meant above. Something like tear, my eye was full of tears because it was full of tears. But that actually is a play on words, not writing skills.

And I plan to elaborate, but hunger has gotten the better half of me.

So much for being easy on your eyes, get used to it!

For or Against?

For or Against?
This usually applies in the most recent English course I underwent (note the wrong usage of the previous word). To support or to oppose a specific topic.

For example:

Abortion is widely accepted by Western culture. Chinese eat less potatoes than non-Chinese. A watermelon usually does not fall far from the watermelon tree, albeit the fact that they are vines as a matter of fact. East prevails over West in a game of mahjong.
Extracting information from the above text, what is your opinion for or against the argument?

Except that there is no argument. Or logic at all. Bad example.

Anyhow, I would never allow free English lessons in my blog, so why did I choose this title?

Because "For or Against" may be used as a form of motivation. Seriously at times, although I am trying to be more prominent-like and confident of myself, some of the ideas I bubble up seem really weird.

As weird as the fact that the weirdness of this statement which is not weird but intended to be. Hmm, go figure.

Relating a phrase that involves supporting or opposing with Motivation and the end product is..
(I usually never use more than one dots in conjunction, it seems really juvenile at times!)

Motivation by supporting or opposing! (My kindergarden teacher's definitely proud of me)
To do things to achieve bigger cause or to do things to avoid a certain cause.

But in most context, it is not really to avoid something but rather to go against something. Hard to explain without examples. Then again, my examples are so vague they require more examples that, in the end, needs not only your eyes, body and soul, but my brain as well because my thoughts are only understood by an elite few and oh my goodness what a long sentence!

Ahem, about the example mentioned in the previous paragraph, here goes:
You really hate another person and want that person to suffer for all the things that he/she (usually she, I'm so sorry) has done to/for/against/with you. So you decide to make that person suffer by:

• Telling the person off, hoping that she/he (notice she comes before he!) has some tiny bit of conscience left and she/he feels bad leading to things worse than just feeling bad; eg. head-banging, cursing, carving of appendages and at best, suicide.
  (mind you, I am not a sadist)
• Emo-ing. Surprisingly, this is the number one option many of us tend to do. But it really is pointless. Maybe I would write about this, another time though.
• The third and most viable choice would be to:
  Improve ourselves in order to make the other person feel crummy as compared to the status that you have. To stand tall over another person and just, well, laugh at her/him.
  
  To do this third choice, is what I mean by doing things to go against something. Sort of.
  

And well, this concludes my explanation about how to do things against other things.

But coming to an actual point of realisation (where actual facts do count), it is entirely not possible to do things that are against things, because in essence, you are still doing things.

Because to do something for a reason is what most normal people (quote normal people, not me) do and practice throughout their crummy lives. They live up to expectations, work towards goals and hope that their dreams come true.

Which is what I do as well.
Which is what makes me not not a normal person, makes me not abnormal, makes me normal.

Which sucks.


Thinking back, it seems I wrote this post in a fit of rage, well as opposed to a fit of happiness, as the entire post goes about bashing certain issues. It seems so bleak. So negative.

The best way to relate to what I tried to convey above is to ask yourself, why are you doing certain things?

Most of the time, it would be because you wanted to or rather there is a greater benefit or bigger aim behind it.

But for those rare cases, it would be because you hate a specific thing, be it a person or a situation you are in. Angst. Dissatisfaction. Hate.
Born through these evil intentions are the actions that bear the most meaning in your life.
Actions that make or break you.

And it is this radical motivation which I seek.