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.

Pursuit of Happiness

My title does not refer to the Will Smith movie, which evidently has a spelling mistake quite a number of people fail to realise.

Instead, I refer it to my expanding sub-section of this blog related to motivation. Because I feel that I lack it, and instead of just moping around wishing things would get better, I blog about it. (which apparently may or may not be the same thing)

In one way or another, we usually do things for self-benefit. But these things in mind are just general things, simple life processes and others that encompass menial tasks and nothing that holds long lasting effects.

On the other hand, things that actually allow one to improve oneself are usually unnecessary. Extra. By the way. Would you like fries with that? Something around those lines, pretty much.

And with that in mind, looking at another extreme end of the spectrum lies things that are both unnecessary to accomplish and have unnecessary effects on one's being. Considering that they would be more are more posts regarding this issue of "Motivation", it would be a good idea to start from extreme cases.

Something like learning to swim in the deep end of a swimming pool as compared to the shallow end.
Something like sometimes it's best to learn to run in order to learn to walk.
Which both make no sense anyway.

Do take a mental note that whatever I post, will always have some weird sense of sense in the end. Even if it would be nonsense, it would still be sensible sense. Why?
Because I can. I can make anything and everything seem relevant given the proper lighting, angles and colours. With my reasoning that is.

Anyhow, back to the pursuit of happiness.

It is in this neverending escapade of ours that entails us to keep going after: (here's the bomb)
Things that give us fun. Things that make us happy.

Wow, genius, so damn innovative.
We keep going after things that are fun and happy, ohh right, such a great insight as compared to what? Going after things that hurt us? Going after things that give us pain?

Unless you tend to show sadistic, or even worse masochistic, qualities, and also unless you tend to have certain fetishes I do not intend to get into, then NO, we do not want pain.

(the above two paragraphs belong to a severe case of stray thoughts)

I feel pretty sure that this specific phenomena occurs to a lot of us, us being those in my generation. Not really adults, not really kids. Not so much teens anymore that is. And this aforementioned phenomena relates to our hedonistic behaviour. Addiction to fun.

For me, alot of days go by and at the end of them, I realise I achieved pretty much nothing. Zero sum game. What have I been doing with my time? Burning it away, trying to latch on this fun-train. Do you think this happens to you?

Now while this sounds all doomy and gloomy, it certain cases, it may prove to be a blessing instead of a curse. Choosing which fun-train we chase dictates the direction and channeling of our time. Therefore, choose a fun-train that benefits you.

Which is what I am trying to do.

At first, it may seem impossible and pointless to do so. But even with a little willpower, certain things our of sight and definitely out of mind tend to materialise.

I dropped certain activities that have been absorbing the vast majority of time for other activities that in the end, only absorbed a tiny bit of my time. The process of diverting out time into other activities seemed more tedious and hard.

But hey, writing this blog post itself is a living testament that I am slowly but surely succeeding. Because I beleive that this activity would hold far more benefits in the long run as compared to what I normally do.

And taking me as an example, inductively, anyone and everyone can do the same.
Unless you are a super-achiever who has more hobbies than the number of fingers and toes combined and/or multiplied, it may occur to you that your life could be more.

That your life could have more lighting. More angles. More colours.

And this I am able to do with my thoughts, and hence publish long-winded posts that hold tiny bits of actual information.

And in the case of this post, the actual information is:
Your life sucks, get a new one.

Introduction - Motivation

Pretty sure most of everyone agrees with me on this:
We tend to focus more on what we lack, what we do not have; particularly what we desire and do not have.

But yeah, I mean it is common sense to act that way. You and I both long for things that are not there. Keyword: long, hence denoting a distance between a person and the thing he/she desires. And when we do get what we want, this "distance" disappears. Consequently, we short for the things we have. Wow, I just coined something new. Short; as a verb.

And alas, I have begun my rampant habit of bush beating. Beating everything except the bush that is.

Here's a small space to reflect and collect my thoughts once again.

* Space *

That's a nice space.

Anyhow, I would never allow spam that is totally unrelated to run around freely and de-beautify my pristine blog. That context in mind, let us relate the title and the initial paragraphs before the space.

1. Motivation
2. To long for something that is not there. Anti-shorting.
   

And to help you along, here's a mini guide!
Reimbursement of Kindergarden Memories!

1. Will you buy me a red t-shirt?
2. Will you buy me a blue t-shirt?

Compounding the above two sentences;
Will you buy me a red t-shirt and a blue t-shirt?

Hence, compounding the summary of my opening portion of this post;
I long for motivation, because I do not have it.

On second thought, the relation between the above examples is paper thin. Not just your average 80gsm foolscap paper thin, thin in this context refers to "Made in China" paper, thinner than Kleenex tissue paper. What I mean is that, my point is really vague. But in another sense, that is my point. My point is that I am vague.

But I digress.

I am vague because:
I have no drive.
I have no ambition.
I lack willpower.
I long for motivation.

(and to think that I would be able to write straight-to-the-point posts, look at the amount of text above the main content of this post)

You may argue and say that for a person without motivation, I have done this, that or the other great thing in my minuscule life. "Great" thing.

On the contrary however, I feel that everything I have done surmounts to an absolute zero.
What I have not done, I could have done.
What I have done, could have been better.
What could have been done better, would still not be the best.
What has been done at it's best, I have not done.

(and the never-ending circle goes on and on)

I sure as hell think that it is fair to say that that that that (error occurred: too many that's)
In my opinion, I believe that a lot of us live happily in ignorance. Blissful.

Because they do not know what they want. They do not have something to long for. People are generally contented with what they have presently.

I on the other hand long for things, want things that I do not have. I have goals and dreams to fulfill.

And it is in this desire to complete my self-assigned tasks that I need the motivation for.
Motivation which I lack.

It clearly sucks to be me, because there are things that I want and cannot achieve.
Looking through a shop's glass panel admiring toys that I could never have.
Looking at rich people eat buffet breakfasts, hoping for a over-filled stomach I could never have.
Looking at certain magazines, longing for *ahem* that I could never have.
(*ahem* denotes digital cameras, what were you thinking!)


I just took a long break from writing this blog collecting my thoughts and reflecting about other things.

And hence I can no longer continue, making this, yet alas, another introduction.

Random Ramblings I

Peculiar title. Peculiar blog. Peculiar person typing away anyway.

Having being (I think those two words are wrong) rather preoccupied, or rather very lazy, writing or composing these large splurges of text was definitely the last thing on my mind. Even further behind putting peanuts up my nose.

So henceforth (I think this is wrong too), I decide to start a new procedure in this blog, aka the weird title you have already read, "Random Ramblings".

Because I try to keep things too organised, it somehow glares back at me, the incompetence and severity of my stupidity. Or the lack of them. That being said, what I'm doing arranging this blog is sorta like bashing in my own eyes to give that permanent eyeliner effect.

Oooh goodness, the post's falling to pieces. Already i began two paragraphs with very vague openings (make that 3 if "Oooh" doesnt float your boat) and to top it off, my own analogies puzzle me. And it's suppose to give you insight to how I am yet it puzzles me. Ouch.

But when you're faced off with incompetence and stupidity, there would only be one thing to do. Set another rule that allows incompetence and stupidity!

Wow genius, then what about keeping the blog highly organised and catering to the poor unsuspecting minds of lesser beings (excluding myself)?

Doesn't matter. Because I run this blog. Because I said, wait thought, so.
Becase everything I do is correct in my own very eyes.

And thus, "Random Ramblings" is born whereby format may be given a few slack-off's here and there as well as no requirement of proof-reading. Perfect excuse for writing really crappy posts after having not writing or even considering writing for vast periods of time.

If you enjoy "Random Ramblings", you, dear sir, are most likely an airhead because everything I type here doesnt really matter at all.
But did anything I say in any other post matter to begin with?