Monday, April 16, 2007
Random Facts of a Random GirlBecause I don't blog enough... according to Isk. haha Haven't I done this before? Except it was five. Now I have to think of 10?? I'm not THAT weird...I think. haha
The rules are: Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird random things, facts, or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose 5 people to be tagged, list their names, and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” on their profile and tell them to read your latest blog.1. My first celebrity crush was Jason Priestly from Beverly Hills 90210. And that was when I was just 7!
2. Geri Halliwell was my favourite Spice Girl.
3. I tend to attach stories or snapshot pictures to songs/scenes that i hear/see. Like for the song Breathing by Lifehouse, I have a complete story, with dialogue and movie directions and scene cuts. (not the music video)
4. I collect pictures: physically, digitally and mentally. Images or scenes or snapshots which are fascinating/has story/good composition...etc.
5. I'm a book and movie snob. I don't understand why people don't read classics or good contemporaries, preferring to read b-grade books and why people pay 8 bucks to watch Little Man over Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
6. I have a missing tooth. According to the dentist. Haha
7. I don't really hate mats and minahs. I think they are an interesting social group.
8. When I was 8, I named my stationery. I remember my compass pencil was Quinn, my glue-stick Roy and stapler Rebecca. I obviously do not do that anymore! haha
9. Embarrassingly, when I was 12, I wrote a 5-page letter to MOE dissing the PSLE and calling it child-labour. I got a reply asking me to "tea" to hear more about my thoughts. My then-stupid-X-Files-paranoia filled mind destroyed the letter and never RSVPed. haha
10. I think Paris Hilton is one intelligent mature and poised woman
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Hahaha...gotcha! of course not! like real! *rolls eyes*
The real Number 10. hmm..ok. So far in my 21 years of life, I've had 2 could-die-near-death situations. One when I was 4 and another when I was 17? 18? Freaky.
Which means...live life to the fullest people! =)
Tagging: Arly, Fatma, Parvin, Hafizah, Shikah and Nuda. Ok, that's six people. Why? Because I don't know how weird you all are....yet! ;)
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Friday, April 06, 2007
BloggingDone. Submission is over and that's that! That was quick! So I thought 5th April couldn't come any sooner, but it did! No more late nights, no more stressing over design, or drawing plans, sections, construction details...layouts, concepts, elevations, model-making! That is until we face crit on Monday...
And we got FONG this semester!!! God! Can die already lah!!! Fong! Fong!!! He's the most brutal crit in year one! Even worse than Alan, from what i hear. At least Alan dishes out fair complimentary comments here and there. But not Fong...NoooOooo. He favours his studio though. And seeing that we are not in his studio, I think I can just about see myself being slaughtered on Monday!!! How? How?? Feeling pretty nervous actually. Will anxiety ever end?
Well, I shall not think about Monday just yet. Not till Sunday night that is. (What to wear??) For the first time in like 2 weeks did I actually managed to sleep on my bed! Wow! I've forgotten how good it feels! hahaha slept for a good 15 hrs last night? Man...that's a pretty long sleep! But it was goooood! And now will enjoy my weekend as much as I can before Monday, and exam period! Mug mug mug....
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During the past two weeks, I have been meaning to blog on a variety of things. Things that I hear, things that I see, feel, experience or thought. Things that happen and just random things that pass my way. And then one incident occured, and I thought, why the hell do we blog in the first place??
That incident refers to me being quoted from a poet on my thoughts on a performance of his, in his own personal blog. Okay, so in the beginning it seemed all cool and fun and "Hey! Look at me! I'm actually THAT important! My thoughts actually do matter!"
That is until I re-read my own post. And subsequently my previous entries in the archives. Right up to the very first post. And I kept feeling dissatisfied with each reading. Was this the person I wanted to portray of myself? It was so... blah! So messy, so random. Maybe that's it. The messy randomness of me! But there was no flow. If it was an essay, it would have failed completely because there was no one logical flow! How depressing! And when I read blogs of others...like WaiterRant and Jason Hahn's blogs, as well as few friend's blogs, travel blogs, review-blogs, stories-blogs, they're all pretty good! Some have a purpose. Like my friend Dina has a REALLY good blog about movies. And it's all professional with disclaimers etc. It's waaay cool!
And I wondered why I started a blog in the first place. Sure, in the first post, I wanted one to just because it was in, hip, and 'why not?' kind of reason. But I vaguely remember wanting the blog to at least be classy. Like one of those cool chic fascinating blogs you read about. And how it veered off from that course is lost on me. Then I wanted to have a photoblog instead. Which is a lot more interesting. Even I, who occasionally blog-surf rarely read lengthy entries, but scroll down for pictures. But then, I didn't have a camera. Now that I do, maybe I will. Then I thought about a series of life reflections...like in Tuesdays with Morrie. And then I just simply didn't have the time to
philosophise.Point being point, what are blogs anyway? The most often answers you get would be somewhat an online diary, which is by far the furthest from truth. Are you seriously telling me that what you write in your blog are your deepest truest feelings? Get real. If they were, you wouldn't post them up in public for family and friends to read. And by ranting on about your insufferable colleague, family member, stranger on the street, with all the "Hate-you's", "hate life" and everything, you are writing them with the intention that someone will read and is reading them. Sympathise with you, or just to let that offensive person know in the first place, without direct confrontation!
And then there's another reason to blog, that is to let your friends know what's been up with you and your life. Ok, granted if you live thousands of miles away. Helpful, cos communication is scant from the other side of the world. But what about friends within reach? Don't we meet often enough. It happened to me before, when having dinner with a friend, and recounting a funny story, they would politely listen, and then let you know "Yah, you've mentioned in your blog." In which case then makes me feel very bimbotic. And then you find yourself scrambling for other stories you have not shared with the rest of the world
yet.
And then when it's not writing blogs, it's reading blogs. We've read good ones, we've read poor ones. We've also read ones of the people we are intrigued/attracted/hated/liked/crushed/just-want-to-bang by clicking on links of friends' friends' neighbours' cat's ex-owners' sisters' collegue's blog. Oh come on! You'd only be lying to yourself if you say you didn't. Stalkerish tendencies. Haha But when we...ahem...resource, we expect to find more about that person. The true person. Bonus if it comes with pictures.
But fact is, the blog is never truly
truly the person. It's a persona that's being portrayed, most of the time. So who are we fooling really?
What if, a person chanced upon another person's blog. Religiously read his/her blog and felt instant attraction. Or connection. You loved the way he/she writes. No pictures were posted. Just words. Words that enthralled you. A personality that simply snared you from the beginning. And you feel you needed to meet him/her. But you don't know how. There's no tagboard, no contact information. Just that blog. Then what? And as a friend had once pondered on his blog, what if that blogger simply died and disappeared? And the reader just didn't know. How could he/she have known? And he/she just waited...and waited...
I'm definitely not against blogging. I like it, both writing and reading. But now, I'm thinking of the blog I'm having for myself. Maybe a bit of spring cleaning won't be too hard. You know, now that I'm ahem...famous *cough cough* and everything *checks reflection in the mirror...straightening the hair*, it wouldn't hurt to show a bit class. Nor too late as I see it.
And I'm not sure if it was appropriate to quote me even. I'm not a literary genius. I don't have *ahem* professional training. Just a spectator. There are others who will give more constructive advice and criticism. But one day I will like to. One day, I'd like to give some professional insight. If not professional, at least mature.
I want to be a better writer. Teach me, and I'll learn.
PS: The writer would like readers to note how she has painstakingly taken time to cap her words when needed, a feat she has never once cared for. hahaha
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