How I stopped (after being forced to) using google chrome incognito mode

Sometime last month, I noticed that my chrome browser started behaving strangely. It all started when I activated one of my extensions, eyeCare. This extension reminds you to take a break from staring at the screen too long by creating a new tab and reminding you to do so (hello, myopia).

It was really annoying but effective.

After turning it off for almost 3 months (hey, I’m forgetful) I felt I needed to use it after noticing how bloodshot my eyes were at the end of the day.

However, once I turned the extension on, I notice that Chrome would ‘hang’ for almost a minute, periodically, almost every 5 minutes. That’s a huge productivity hole. It use to irritate the crap out of me.

So I did what any clueless person would do. I googled the problem. I tried deleting the ‘appdata’ folder, I tried re-installing the browser, I even tried deleted all my extensions thinking I’d be getting rid of the root cause. My browser was still stalling.

At the end of all the threads, there always seems to be the same temporary workaround; use incognito mode. That seems to work, the browser doesn’t hang anymore.

But I want my history! I want my passwords to be automatically filled in! I want to re-open a tab that I stupidly closed by mistake! I want to click on an active link and have it appear instantly, not right click -> save link -> open new incognito browser -> past link and go.

Using incognito mode didn’t seem to be a viable option in the long run.

So with much tinkering and loads of trial and error, I finally found out my problem.

It had something to do with my bookmarks. As I started sorting out my data on chrome (and started getting used to Firefox) I noticed that some of my bookmarks caused the browser to be unresponsive for a good 3 minutes (even in incognito mode) Getting rid of these websites on my bookmark seemed to do the trick.

Once I had (over 50) bookmarks sorted into proper folders, I noticed that I could use chrome again (how do I know this? I accidentally clicked on an active link INSTEAD of right clicking. Oh happy accidents)

So, if you’re having problems with chrome, try looking at your bookmarks. There’s probably a saved corrupted site that’s interrupting the browser. I can honestly say the faulty site wasn’t even a working one because all the sites I organized were working fine.

Try it!

That overused adjective

Sorry.

Seems to be the hardest word.

Is all that you can say.

For party rocking

Is a sorry word after all I’ve done for you, baby.

Does anyone else have the same weird taste in music?

I remember as a child, growing up how often I’d mess things up. Whether it’s spilling water on the pristine kitchen floor or stepping on my classmate’s freshly coated school shoes (remember, Kiwi white shoe polish, guys?) At these very moments, I’d automatically blurt out the word ‘sorry’.

Do you realize that it doesn’t seem enough these days? It is not sufficient to merely just verbalize the two syllable word. Even if you meant to apologize from the very bottom of your soul, you’d still be met with a death stare for your accidental wrongdoings.

Have you ever bumped into someone by mistake while getting on or off our wonderful trains? Let’s pretend you are really sincere about causing someone that physical impact from your buff shoulders, so you turn and say ‘sorry’. What you would probably get in return is a furrowed brow, a ‘tsk’ or (best ever) nothing, as that person has already decided you’re not worth their time.

These days, when you say sorry, you’d have to follow up with an attempt to rectify the problem, or provide a flustered excuse. ‘Sorry’ just doesn’t cut it anymore.

Accidently bump into someone, spilling their drink? “OHMAGAWD, I’m SO sorry, let me get that for you” grabs napkin to dab “I don’t know what’s come over me, I must be blind, not being able to see you”

Received a missed call. “OHMAGAWD, I’m SO sorry I missed your call. I must have left my brain at home or something, I can’t BELIEVE I didn’t hear your call”

Elbow brushes someone’s boob. “OHMAGAWD, don’t call the cops, it was an accident, honest! I would never purposely touch your body, not that your body isn’t worth touching, I mean, your body is not not untouchable, I mean….OHMAGAWD the cops!”

It’s become so much of a norm that people expect you to depreciate your self worth in an attempt to rectify the problem.

The only people that seem happy just saying ‘sorry’ are those in the customer satisfaction industry; support staff that respond robotically when you complain about the lousy pizza that was delivered to you or security personnel when they tell you that the lift that brings your overweight self to the 29th floor of your apartment broke down. It’s a programmed output for any variable that has a frustrated nature (all the engineers in the house say heeeeyyyyy *crickets*)

Somehow, ‘sorry’ seems to be the easiest word for only them.

Is this post too long a rambling?

Well, I’m sorry.

My current favourite show on YouTube

Goooooooooood Mythical Morning!

If you do not know who Rhett and Link are and what they do, you are sorely missing out on two of the most talented individuals on YouTube.

Case in point:-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArD1vHwFjNg&noredirect=1


I wish I was in Barcelona nooooowwww..... oh, Link. (shoutout to Bill Newman!)

Also, BONUS, here's another link:

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Who's got RM3k lying around? I want to go to Barcelona nooooowwww!

Throw a new activity into my routine and watch the fun

Yesterday was not my one of my proudest moments in life. Being a type of person who revels in organisation, routine and goal orientation, I tend to find joy in accomplishing as many things I possibly can in a stretch of time. Nothing gets my blood flowing like looking back at all those check boxes. Yawn, I know, but I find it riveting.

Last morning, a dreadful Monday morning, Le Husband decided he was going to take the day off. He wasn’t feeling too well and it would be better if he stayed at home and spend some quality time with the baby. Le Husband decided this as I was about to step out of the house for my morning routine of chauffeuring Le Baby to the babysitters.

Delighted as I was at the prospect of Le Husband spending time with Le Baby and (more importantly) I get to also sneak in a 45 minutes nap, I had this premonition that I was going to forget something. I would know because every time there’s something new that disrupts my routine, I forget something. Foshow.

So, even though I’d just had my bath and was ready to run out the door, I gleefully changed back into my pjs (didn’t want to wrinkle my already wrinkled blouse) and snuggled next to Le Baby for my glorious, heaven-sent nap. Let me tell you folks, there’s no better joy in this world then those moments where you get to snuggle with your baby.

BAM, 45 minutes whizz by and my alarm wakes me up. Regretfully I peel myself away from the wonderful scent of Le Snoozing Baby and get ready. I manage to jump back into my routine (minus the part about sending the baby to the sitter) and drive myself to work. I was thinking that my week was going to be great. I got to sleep a little more (precious commodity, sleep) and I’d be super early to work.

Entering the barred lane to the Smart Tunnel (with no exit, mind you) I fumble around for the Smart Tag, only to realize to my utmost horror; I’d left the Smart Tag sitting serenely on the table. At home.

As of September last year, the Smart Tunnel can only be accessed via Touch n Go or SmartTag. I was screwed because I was at the point where there was no way out. The toll-booths were un-manned so I’d be blocking traffic with nowhere to go. My only other Touch n Go was with Le Husband.

After parking on the shoulder of the road, I frantically call Le Husband, thinking perhaps he could give me instructions to get out of my mess.

The phone calls don’t go through.

I don’t know what the problem was, but each time I’d hear the phone dial, then it’s go to complete silence, but the display would tell me the the other person had picked up the call. Apparently the universe didn’t want me to hear my husband.

After many frantic calls between me and Le Husband, I lost it.

I screamed (in the safe audible confinement of my car) and cried. I was mad. I was mad at my stupidity, mad at the consequences and mad at what I was going to put my husband through. He would have to hand me the Smart Tag by driving himself and Le Baby to the Smart Tunnel lane, use the Smart Tunnel, make a turn to drive BACK through the Smart Tunnel to get home.

I was a complete idiot.

I was so disappointment with myself. Regret washed over me like a tidal wave. Didn’t I see the Smart Tag on the table before I left? Couldn’t I have checked before starting the car? Did I really have to nap instead of getting 100% ready? Must I put my husband through this just because I couldn’t handle my crap?

In the midst of contemplating the best punishment for myself, God sent me a saviour. Another driver stopped behind me and I watched in my rear view mirror as she frantically touched every inch inside her car. She was apparently in the same predicament as me. Then, two official looking men on motorcycles stopped beside her car. Words were exchanged. My hope had rekindled. The rider then made his way to my car.

Winding down my window (do people still wind down their car windows?) I apologized profusely for my mistake. He chuckled. Probably at my earnest apology for something he must have thought was trivial, and directed me to a lane they had opened up that accepted cash. I thanked him and frantically started texting Le Husband not to come. Thank God Le Husband is the slow type (I poke fun at his pace, but in reality he’s not the crazy-hairbrained idiot who is writing this right now)

I drive to a special lane (with the longest queue) and get my change ready. I explain to the lady at the toll-booth that I’d forgotten my SmartTag and handed her my money. She yells at me to give her my IC. Confused, I do as I’m told, running to the boot to get my wallet (you guys keep your handbags in the boot too, right? Snatch thieves and such?) I get back in my car, hand her my IC, she takes it, does something, yells at me that it ‘cannot be detected’ and asks me for money instead.

Confused and frustrated, I hand the ringgit over anyway, keeping my lips firmly closed. This is my fault and I’m subjected to this silly interchange because of my own actions. She hands me back my change, strictly reminds me not to forget my SmartTag the next time and I drove off.

Le Husband didn’t have to enter the Smart Tunnel. Le Husband didn’t have to drive all the way to KL and back again. Le Husband didn’t have to see his stupid wife’s tear stained face.

Thank God for small miracles.

However! Le Husband did have to cut his morning bath short. Le Husband did have to drive around like a lost mad man, trying to purchase another SmartTag later that day. Le Husband also had to put up with a grumpy baby all by himself.

Moral of the story; I’m a creature of habit, don’t throw me peanuts when I’m accustomed to crackers in groups of three.

Yellow half-boiled-egg maker

I was perusing quick breakfast recipes (because I wake up before the sun and only have 30 minutes to get out of the house) when I found this.

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Check out Number 3!

Does anyone else still have these?

Dedication

Hello, world!

This is for you, LittleOne.