I have decided to pick up the pen again. Or rather to be precise, I have decided to resurrect my personal blog. Will I succeed in maintaining it this time.
I hope so.
Wish me luck.
Random
Idiot-proof
IT products have become so sophisticated nowadays that they’ve become idiot-proof. Or so all these companies claim.
Yet, …the number of times I can’t get these idiot-proofed products to start….I wonder… am I ‘idioter’ than an idiot?
Seriously, who understands all those mumbo-jumbo stuff that only the programmers or IT mad people would understand?
Me? I just want to plug in my laptop/ camera/ printer and just get it up and running. Please don’t ask me for questions I can’t answer and information that I don’t even know where I should be looking for. As far as I’m concerned, idiot-proof should mean just that- click and go.
You know what is even more frustrating?
When you click on the Help and Support icon and it says you have to be connected to get help. But that was the whole point! I was trying to get connected!
So I have to get online to find out why I couldn’t get online??????
There’s a conspiracy out there.
I’m very certain all these programmers have installed one of those hidden cameras th in the products. They are probably laughing at us as we struggle to set up these products that we’ve just spent an obscene amount on…swearing and cursing as we resist the temptation to just throw our shiny new toys out of the window.
I’m sure they feel it’s payback time for calling them geeks during school days.
Sigh….
My only consolation is that I’m not the only idiot in the house. My husband couldn’t solve the problem either.
The BIG 4Zero
And so I finally subcumbed and started a blog. Adding to the zillions out there. Does the world need another blog? I guess not. Not even sure if I will have the energy to continue with this long term. But I figured, maybe, just maybe, I might be able to use this and publish a memoir one day. Hahaha!
So what finally made me decide to start one?
I guess when I realised that I’ll hit the big 40 this year.
At 40, I am middle-age. An auntie. (But not a taugeh-plucking one though and I’ll hit anyone with my wok if they call me that). But 40 is a pretty big milestone. If I live to a grand old 80, then I’ve already spent half of my life.
No, no, I’m not complaining or bitter or pining for the good old younger days. Goodness me, I don’t think I ever want to go back to being a gawky 18. Wasting my time pining away for a pimple looking guy. No, they were sweet memories but I’m contented with the now, the present.
Which I think says alot.
Plus, the memory of an auntie isn’t going to get any better.. so I guess I’d better start writing things down.
Memoirs of an auntie? Maybe?
