Wish: Wacom Tablet

Dear Secret Law of the Universe,

I desire a Wacom Tablet.

I’ve been spending long hours doing work the past week that I didn’t have time to post anything on this site.
The last few projects I’d worked on were painfully time-consuming due to a few reasons, listed below in ascending order of time-consuming-ness:

1) Changes in client specifications
2) Computer crashing due to a lack of primary hard disk space
3) A deep pain in my wrist

The first inconvenience is one I can’t change and have accepted as part of my job. The second problem was solved(or rather had to be solved) a few days ago at a pricetag of $90, after Catastrophic Meltdown no. 379.

The third on the list is the one I’d like you to help me with as it is literally the most painful problem.
I’m showing signs of repetitive strain injury which is preventing me from doing work efficiently. My neck is stiff, I need to “punch the air” regularly to relieve the aching muscles in my forearm and my wrist is very, very sore.
But what exactly got me into this predicament?

Two words—”Bézier handles”.

Do you know how difficult it is to control the little things using a mouse? With my index finger click-holding the mouse button, I have to make precise micro-movements with my wrist as the pivot. A few hundred times per hour. Or about a million times per project. Result? Vector arm. You know, like tennis or golfer’s elbow, except the sport in question is Bézier-handling.

This is where I believe a Wacom tablet has the answer. By using a more ergonomic input device to do the bulk of my projects, I can increase my productivity at work, freeing time to pursue other causes. Like posting on this blog. And by posting on this site regularly, I have the potential to touch and inspire people, and, quite possibly save a life or two.

So, what say you?

Patiently yours

How bad do I want this?
Enough to give up donuts for a week.

Previously on Wishes
Macbook Air
A Happy Period
Donut — (Granted)

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Happiness is All Around You

The scene: a tiny, badly-ventilated kitchen.

Daughter was chopping onions causing her eyes to tear. Mum was deveining prawns. One of the cats, the small, vocal one, started mewing loudly, demanding her share.

The other cat, the crazy, fat one, chased by his imaginary stalker, ran into the kitchen, toppling his bowl of cat food and water over with a loud shplockssshh! startling the daughter, causing her to jab her arm with the dull part of the knife she’s holding. The ruckus shocked the previously meowing little kitty so much she clawed her way up Mum’s leg.

The floor was a mess, daughter’s arm in pain and Mum had a frightened kitty hooked to her back.

Mother and daughter looked at each other…

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And laughed at the commotion.

My life hasn’t always been fun and laughter but ever since I’ve made the commitment to live my life positively, I have been been blessed with many moments of happiness in simple, everyday events. The way I feel have also rubbed off to the ones closest to me (maybe not to the cats) proving that happiness does multiply when you are in the company of positive people.

Wish: A Happy Period

First of all, I’m thankful to be have the monthly visits from Aunt Flow. It means that my body is normal and it means that I can, God willing, have kids, should I choose to one day.

What I can’t stand is the sheer pain. I’ve had dysmenorrhoea for the longest time. In my teens I’d be taking days off school. Doctors and every woman I spoke to said that things will get better as I get older. Lies!

Now I take a day off work every month. One day, every month. 12 days a year. Just to sit. Literally. For 18 hours straight. In the same chair. Craughing* from time to time. Moving only to visit the toilet or to get a drink (no appetite for the day).

On the good side, these recurrent episodes of torture has caused me to develop an incredible tolerance to pain. My mum says that her labour pains were nothing spectacular compared to her period pains. I hope this holds true for me too.

Still I look forward to months where I no longer have to reschedule my timetable or refuse an invitation because I’m Sorry, I have to sit On my chair for 18 hours STRAIGHT today.

*Craughing(part sobbing cry, part hysterical laugh) is my coping mechanism to deal with extreme pain or stressful situations.

How bad do I want this?
I’d give up coffee for this. (Come to think of it, I have tried giving up coffee for this…)

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Happiness is A Pancake Breakfast

Warm, fluffy pancakes drizzled with thick maple syrup and slapped with a generous serving of butter. My happiness may be 525 calories too many, but who’s counting?