A word of thanks after the flame war

After a few amusing days of heated discussion over my post: “Ladies, stop getting seduced by pickup artists“, the dust has finally settled.

It’s peace and happy harmony once more in Sheylaraville!

Not that I want to stir any more shit by writing a followup post, but there are individuals that I need to thank.

Firstly, for leaving a comment in the post and supporting my blog, I want to thank:

Miss Loi, xinyun, arzhou, a_x, Shu Yen, dead_cockroach, Ethan, Sham, JayWalk, shardz, Jason Geek, aig, sylv, Pingping, yongwei, Jesta, Alex, K, Fish, kucing robot jantan

For pretending to be partial but actually disguising insults in subtext, thank you, Raken. (lol)

For exercising your sense of justice and telling the hermaphrodite karen off, but in the process getting yourself flamed by him/her, my utmost thanks to:

Daryl Tay, Jacelyn, The Goonfather, modchip, starm|st, clauds, Anlooo, Candice, Mince Pye, aiyahwhatever, Ruok

And to the beautiful few who liberally sprinkled glowing testimonials of me and the Goonfather in your arguments, thank you deeply. You’re the best! I’m touched by your show of friendship!

Rachel, Wang Wang, Minou, Chong

Finally, to the three very special cousins in my life, with whom I grew up, played and bickered endlessly. Thank you for jumping to my defence. I didn’t even know you read my blog (except Monster)! You’ll always be my bestest and dearest cousins!

Monster, HaLLoweeN, Joanne

Oh, wait, there is actually one more person I need to thank.

Thank you, karen, for providing me and my readers with two days of amusement. The selfless way you threw yourself into the line of fire is very admirable.

Alrighty, now, if you’re wondering, the answer is no. I’m not upset at all by the words uttered by karen the hermaphrodite.

I feel sorry for people who get off on indiscrimately insulting everyone that crosses their paths. They are bitter, lonely individuals who need our sympathy and help and love. There’s absolutely no need to get upset with them.

Nevertheless, I feel comforted and loved by all you people who rose to my defence. That is the silver lining in this absurd mess, and my life is all the better for it! Thank you again. Love you all.

My Christmas story (kind of)

You know how people always say they need a holiday to recover from their holiday?

Those are the kiasu people who try to cram every single activity possible into their short holiday, at the expense of sleep, just to get their money’s worth.

And end up feeling so shagged out by the time they get home that they just want to go to sleep for the next 48 hours without waking up.

But they can’t because they have to go to work the next day, which is like five hours away.

So, my friends and I kind of fell under this category of people when we went to Kuala Lumpur over the Christmas weekend.

The nine of us started the drive up at three in the morning and arrived at eight. Over the following three days, we ate four meals a day and packed the hours between with shopping, clubbing and driving (lots of driving around to get to places with to-die-for food).

For three days, we did nothing except rush from point A to point B to buy everything we wanted to buy and eat everything we wanted to eat.

We were so pressed for time that we even missed the Christmas countdown. At 12 midnight, we were all still in our respective hotel rooms scrambling about to wrap our Christmas presents for each other for our Secret Santa game.

People are so funny, you know, the way we stress ourselves over nothing.

In retrospect, though, our stress was well worth it because, in between, there were many pockets of fun.

We laughed, we cried, we suffered the usual holiday ailments of sore throat, gastritis, diarrhea and impatience, we chewed each other up over punctuality (men, tsk), we laughed some more, and we bonded.

One of the most powerful simple pleasures in life is laughing at inane things with people you love. And I mean the kind of laugher that makes you cry because your stomach hurts from laughing too much.

Despite all the crazy rushing and lack of sleep, this is one of the best Christmas celebrations I’ve ever experienced.

Except that it’s not the Christmas. It’s the people.

To my delinquent friends of Studygroup, thank you for everything.