Sunday morning rain is falling...

I love rainy days.

I love the refreshing scent of rain.

And so it rained today, and I enjoyed it.

It also makes me feel a lot cozier when it rains. It's as if each rain droplet is a sperm. They all seem to be racing to the 'egg' and seeing who will get there first. Little do they know that such a thing as gravity exists.

By the way the lyrics to Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning are very sweet. I never realised but when I looked them up today, it made me smile. All of the lyrics are rather neat but I like this line the best,

"Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable, You twist to fit the mold that I am in"

:)

But on an angrier note, I decided to transfer the photos from my camera to upload, AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW I HAD TO BE A DOUCHE AND DELETE THE WHOLE FOLDER GRRRRARARARARARAR!!!!!
I was organising a portion of the photos into a sub folder for a more convenient transfer, then after the transfer I would just delete the sub folder and repeat the same steps with the rest of the photos on my camera.. I must've pressed something really darn stupid and I deleted the main folder instead of the sub folder.. so BAM! 80% of my photos are gone forever... so I was sad. And angry. I didn't even bother to double check which folder I was deleting when it prompted me. I hate my bad habit of using Shift+Delete. BAD BAD BAD.
LUCKILY I had transferred the photos of The Vines first! Phew. If I had deleted those too I would kill myself. I guess I didn't lose anything too valuable but if they were valuable enough to be captured, then they have value to an extent.. from memory I lost the pictures of the best pie I have ever tasted and a few artistic shots of a bitten yoyo, and just random shots of random things here and there. :(

Since I don't want to end with a depressing smiley face, and since I'm actually on the topic of not wanting to end with a depressing smiley face; I was having an intriguing conversation with a workmate of mine whereby we were discussing 'argument rules'.

"Never go to bed angry"
Yay or nay? I personally prefer to sort things out just because the problem is not going to disappear after 8 hours of sleep. And how are you suppose to sleep knowing someone is upset at you? Or that you are upset at someone? It's like leaving your house but not locking your door.

That was the only point we pretty much talked about before we were interupted by customers. SO, naturally I paid Google a visit when I got home and found this informative (and quite true) piece on some rules for technical arguments. Here's a paragraph that I couldn't help but agree with:

Rule one is scarily simple. You will never change anyone's mind on a matter of opinion. Someone going into an argument believing one thing, and coming out the other side not believing it is a freak occurrence ranking somewhere alongside virgin birth and victorious English sporting teams. People change their minds gradually, and if anything a prolonged argument only serves to back someone into a corner, huddling closer to the security blanket of what they believe.

A few points that jumped out at me:

"..arguing is largely pointless."
Indeed. Although I am a frequent participator in arguments, both parties hardly ever come down to the same conclusion, thus, the whole argument is pretty much pointless. I enjoy arguing but I have to admit, my mind is not open enough to actually agree with you, rather, I tend to understand what you're getting at. You can call me stubborn but no, I disagree, I'm merely opinionated.

"Do not argue about politics, religion, or matters of personal taste or comparative morality."
But the best arguments are the ones about politics, religion, matters of personal taste and comparative morality! Laughing out loud in all seriousness, these arguments really do not go anywhere. I've had my fair share of such 'discussions' and it is utterly frustrating! Interesting, but frustrating. Never go down that road unless you have a few hours worth of saliva to spare.

"The ideal attitude to project during any argument is one of calm disinterest."
Nothing's worse than escalating into an emotion brawl, which of course, is even more pointless. In any case, "any emotional involvement you show is a weakness that can be exploited by your opponent", the more passionate someone is about a certain subject, the harder they will fight for the flag. When that happens, you already have an advantage as they are getting worked up and you're not. You're points will be seen as more reasoned and not driven by emotional bias. However, you will never be able to convince these types of people to agree with you. They will never surrender but you will to walk away with the greater grace.

Thank you Charles for an intriguing 5 minutes. Read it!
Charles' Rules of Argument

Now before I sidetracked to the topic of arguments, I was going to express my excitement for an upcoming tour of THE AWESOME-EST GROUP EVER BESTOWED UPON EARTH. Yes N.E.R.D are coming down under! YAY! Although their most recent release, Seeing Sounds, was only so and so fair compared to their past work, they are well worth seeing nonetheless.

They will be playing at Vodafone Arena on March 5, 09.
Tix will go on sale Friday 14th of November 08

So can someone please come with me? :D I will love you to death :D:D I don't want to miss this show like I missed Linkin Park. That was a sad time.

How much hotter can you get?!

And so it is..

So I was browsing through some old stuff, photos mainly, and I remembered that I used to have one of those 'spaces' on msn that can only be viewed through Internet Explorer (what a bitch). Reading over the few blog entries of just random jibble jabble brought back fond memories of my earlier self. Pleasant feeling it was :) Don't you just love it when that happens? Reminiscing over old times. Oh yes you do. So I decided to start writing again. Blogger you say? I WILL CONQUER THE WORLD HOR HOR HOR!

I guess I'm dedicating my first entry to the man sitting in the seat in front of me on the bus last night. I would usually look out the window but i just couldn't resist staring at him. I would say he was aged late 30s - 40, pale complexion, shaved head with glasses. He was reading the MX, which was why I was peering over in the first place. He began with the Goss and Glam section slowly flipping his way to the Games page to do the sudoku. It was a rather chilly night as I was wearing a jacket and scarf. I believe he felt the same which probably explains why he would begin blowing his nose into an invisible tissue. Not his hands, not his sleeve, but the air surrounding his face would've so adequately caught any mucus and boogas his nose decided to project. Disgusting man he was. As expected, his plan failed leaving him no choice but to ferociously pick snot-villa manually out of his nose. First the right nostril, then the left. I guess his pinky finger wasn't adequate enough to do the job, he needed his thumb to take over. Not to deprive the rest of his digits though, the index finger had its fair share of booga heaven not long afterward. No better way to end such a grand performance than with a perfect finale, and indeed it was. Perhaps he too saw Kevin Rudd on Youtube and decided it was okay to eat your own excrements as it is afterall, somewhat a form of recycling, for which we all should endeavour.

A lesson to be learnt in this story today is; do not borrow pens from a stranger whatsoever, and please, for the love of oneself, have a little shame. Oh and if you happen to be in a car by yourself and for some reason, think that no one outside can see you, think again. As a frequent observer (and a victim every now and then) people CAN see you from all directions and you are not as enclosed as you think you are from the public eye. So think twice before deciding whether it is safe to release Mr.Booga from your nostril's wrath. Do it in the comfort of your own home! Like you would with all things down and dirty ;)