I'm happy

I was just staring at the wall, thinking about how soon my sister will finally get home from Australia after finishing up her 6 years medic studies there.

Cleaning the house thoroughly, picking her up from the airport, hugging her for the first time in several years, bringing her to Sunway to get her expensive graduation gift I've been saving up for...

Then a call came and it was her, on a shopping spree to buy a surprise gift for me. Although, in the end, she had to call me up in case I didn't want what she planned to get.

December is going to be awesome.

Our generation is fucked up

I was minding my own business on Facebook, when an old, male acquaintance "friend requested" me.

Yes, this is the 21st century and that is now a verb. Get over it.

He sent a friendly message that was meant to be nostalgic, with the usual "Hey, remember years back when..."

After I repeatedly punched the backspace key over my original response of "Yes of course I remember insignificant details about things I stopped giving a fuck about please tell me more", I replied with a polite "Haha yes! Those were the days! :-)"

Complete with insincere emoticon and all.

Since I'm fake and I can't bear the thought of acting rudely to an old acquaintance, I was planning on responding to approximately 2 more of his messages before disappearing into oblivion. I was leaving it to chance that he would think I died in front of my computer rather than deciding that browsing repetitive internet jokes would be infinitely more interesting than his insipid... memories.

Fingers crossed.

After I eventually got sucked into the deep hole of "Omg human contact ew" that I love to hide in, I then received his friend request again. Bemused with his reasons behind deleting and re-adding me, I approved him without giving it a second thought.

Next thing I knew, he sent me another message;

"Proud, aren't you? Just deleting me from your friends list ;-) You really think you're hot stuff, huh?"

Uh... sorry what?

Afraid of offending anyone, I took the mature course of action...

Ignore him completely and watch another episode of Dexter.

The next day, I was contacted by a girl. The message was;

"Bitch can you leave my boyfriend alone?! You know we're going to get married in two months, why are you flirting with him!? You whore! You home wrecker!"

Um... I don't even... what?

Long story short, turns out she was one of those typical girlfriends/fiancée that would keep a close watch on her significant other's activities. She was the one whom removed my name from his friends list and was interpreting something out of nothing.

Really, how did you read "Yeah, I wonder how the teachers are too" as "Let's get it on, sexy muthafuckaaaaa ;-x"?

They've probably been at it for some time. Somehow, without any malicious intent whatsoever, I got caught in the crossfire.

Which leaves me to wonder. Why in the world would you read anyone's Facebook messages or give your Facebook password to anyone at all?

We need to turn down the crazy a notch. Leave people like me to their peaceful inner world. No wonder we hate the outside world so much, people like these are marring it with their drama and stupidity. Man, Idiocracy is seriously a window to the future.

World population hit the 7 billion mark as of the 31st October... and the future is looking bleak. Here's to a shitty life ahead.

Strength of genetics... or just influence?

I inherited a lot from my late dad. His interests are my interests, his hobbies are my hobbies. Even my manner of speech is similar to his - a proclivity for uncommon words and tendency for being long-winded.

I always though it more from influence than genetics. He was my dad after all, and he somehow molded me into becoming like him. He wouldn't shower me with accessories and dresses, but he would go broke buying the long list of books I wanted. Eventually, I started reading his books by the age of 11. Stephen King, Josh Grisham, Frederick Forsynth... those were his favourite authors and now they're mine.

He got me my first laptop at fourteen, my first harddisk in the same year. He would praise me when I showed him how advanced my computer skills as a teenage girl was, and got me my Gameboy and first Pokemon game. He would proudly show off any new headphones and other computer paraphernalias to me and encouraged me to tinker with them.

Not to say he didn't try it with the others. I guess they weren't as easily moulded. He bought the eldest one a game console, a PlayStation 2, but she never once played with it (Guess who got the honours instead?). With the youngest sibling, her femininity and personality was already so strongly pronounced at a young age, so for her he tended to her already developed interests - Teddy bears, make-up table toy sets and dresses.

It wasn't until a revealing talk with my aunt whom knew him well that I discovered that, of all things, I also have his personality. My aunt's uncommonly perceptive so she knew my dad well, and now she knows me well. She told me a week ago that my inclination for isolation and love for self-indulging activities was a classic case of my Dad's. He doesn't have trouble making friends but keeping in contact is where problems start brewing; which is exactly my case.

I'd always noted that my dad was a bit of a loner despite always having people around him. When he took me along for outings with his friends (there were a few times I would stay alone with my dad in his apartment in Semenanjung while the others were still in Sarawak), he never seemed to be having as much fun as when he was at home, watching movies or reading his book (Which also, for me, is the most enjoyable way to spend time).

But because I was able to see these things as a young girl, maybe what I have, my anti-socialness, is from learned behaviour? Or could this really be my innate self?

Things to ponder on.