8 posts tagged “blog”
Or, Boy, What On Earth Possessed Me To Start A Blog On A Service So Committed On Creating Its Own Community It Won't Allow Anonymous Comments, i.e., People I Care About Who Can't Be Arsed To Create Another Blog Login ID?
Thus!
I've always wanted to pick up the art of speaking randomly into an empty canyon.
(Am reading a collection of short stories by Dave Eggers. I've begun imprinting on his narrative voice. HELP.)
(reading Pratchett will possibly aggravate the situation.)
(unrelatedly, 500 ml = 500 cc != 500 g. Apparently.)
(there's no such thing as beginner's luck in cooking.)
- I still don't quite understand the Big Mac Index;
- I remain quite bemused with Jeff Ooi;
- That said, I've been out of the loop for so long I don't know who are the opinion-makers of Malaysian blogosphere anymore;
- Nevermind, everyone's a wanker anyway;
- Hmm, Jacob's Crackx or Crakz or whatever it's called -- it is truly crack. The only reason why I haven't finished those oven-toasted msg-coated wheat crisps of addictive additive-y goodness is because then it will run out. And I've got no more. Woe. Thunderous woe and black clouds of doom, &c &c;
- Shall be in the office tomorrow. Memo to KL - please to be raining after I come home, mmkay? Raining's not so bad all in all, truth to be told. I use to run about in the rain, and I tend to giggle in the shower as the first spray hits. I just wish I have a really mod raincoat, all will be solved! Still, I've broken in my new shoes but good, eh?
- I WANT THOSE TINY TINY FUJITSU LIFEBOOKS. RM7k++ why why why? I have freakishly small hands; they're freakishly small -- it's perfect! And I'll carry one in my purse and I shall name one Squishy and then hope to God I don't actually squish 'em. OMG RM7k; OMG, how perfect is this? P1510 -- that's my birthday! We're like, meant to be;
- My kingdom for a P-series..... Or a plot of land meant for low-cost housing development in Klang for a P-series. Hmm, paraphrasing Shakespeare's a lot shorter. Or a T-series. Or an L-series. Fuck this shit, I'm gonna go rob a bank;
- Stop me from making an outsourcing joke now that I've learned that Hrithik Roshan was in the running to be Bond. My brother has an 'aweful' one: "Roti canai. Dhal, not curry." My mother wins for pronouncing his name as Hattrick. I am entertaining myself imagining a Bond with a Licence to ... (wait for it)... Dance. (What? You know I'd go there).
Note: Never sleep during the dusk. It makes you groggy and you feel like you lost time like you've been alien-abducted.
In case anyone noticed, I've been porting over my old entries from blogs long dead to here, and while they're dated correctly, there isn't a sort of backdate function to prevent them from showing up in the 'recently updated' lists. Accidental exposure of past callow self... yes, I suppose that is embarassing. Reading them as I port them... early bloggerhood, stage 1: Where Nothing Is Too Inconsequential To Post. Six posts on the first day alone? I'm offended not at the volume, but at how uninteresting they were. Of course, I'm not doing any better these days, but I've cut down on volume some. :) And discretion! Hopefully I've managed to pick up some.
Work continues. Tedious, but interesting. I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself (oh, do I ever), so it isn't too bad. Just that as I'm on a schedule it puts a check on the rampant geeking out I'm having that I am 1) handling microfilms; 2) reading old newspapers from the late '50's; and 3) dude, microfilms. Almost like a spy! Which reminds me, I saw a little blurb of David McCallum making his way to Singapore, and dude's always had a big head, doesn't he? I'm the youngest in the team -- honestly, I'm a spring chicken who've somehow found herself amidst all these much more experienced people. It got me thinking about how I socialise with people these days -- no, scratch that. I've always been like that. Like what? Hmm, good question. :)
There was an ad selling a fizzy sort of laxative drink. That you and your children can enjoy!
New shoes update: It's better walking in my red stilletto sandals, even though they're of the same height with my tan pointy closed-toe ones. Stillettos and platforms! Can you believe it? My ankles haven't quite forgiven me yet, but damn my freakishly tiny, flat feet look good. Defeated once again by the evil tentacles of patriarcy.
And photo note: These here be the lamps we've taken to putting up in preparation for Raya. On the evening of my birthday, after a rather spectacular downpour, which led my mother to declare that that would be Lailatul Qadr (the Night of Power). An auspicious birthday then, to be wasted on a person such as me. :D
Oh, zenaldehyde! Check out the new layouts -- there're elephants galore.
I have to say, while there are things about Vox that I do appreciate, and I get that the concept behind this is creating its own shared community, the most basic things that I used to take for granted in blogging that are not available in Vox continue to frustrate me, namely: the ability to do anonymous commenting; the ability to create outside links on the margins of your blog (where your profile and etc stands); and the ability to insert images that's not from your own flickr, photobucket &c accounts; and even the ability to post memes and quizzes, if one is so inclined. Not all who Vox have friends who are eager to start one, either because they're not active bloggers, or simply because they already have their own. And not all of the interesting links in the world are found in Vox either. I'm not asking much, and I don't think I'm that techy of a person - if anything my webbuilding skills may have actually atrophied. But if this service is meant for beginner-level people who wish to express their individuality... well. There's other fancy things of course, like making polls and having the cut text function, but I can wait for that. I should think the most important thing is to not exclude the very friends and family of Vox members who simply have chosen to or don't feel like having a Vox account. Of course, I could be missing the entire point of Vox completely, in which case, well, I've made my bed, haven't I?
In other news, my confidence in regards to my potential job opportunities (as previously mentioned) have taken a nosedive, in the light of my former boss' recent email. Heh. She means well, but I do tend to panic, and I am, despite evidence to the contrary (really?), a person who do require reassurance very very often. Now that I've got a callback for the journalist job, I'm now swaying towards accepting that instead... I've been vaccillating between 'yes, I can - I've represented myself fairly &c' and 'omg, what if she's right?' I don't want to disappoint anyone, least of all me.
Also, I've told my mother that I'm putting the plan to get a Masters on hold. Indefinitely. Possibly forever. This thing have seriously driven me mildly insane -- I do not recommend having such a thing hanging over your every decision for the future, it disturbs any kind of flow. Possibly I have not hustled enough to get a scholarship. What is true is the fact this didn't start out as my dream, but my mother's. TJ pointed out (pointedly in fact. :P) that I had used to maintain there was no point in my doing Masters in my line, not really. There was mild disagreement, but that doesn't really describe anything -- my family has gotten quite mild in our reactions to things. In any case, I've made my point: I'm done with it all. I have confessed that this dream is a lot driven by my yearning to go overseas, to see the world, to go to London again. Told my mother, might as well just save the money to go to a proper trip. Maybe two years from now -- Mum was saying something about checking out the Danube. For me, the Czech Republic! Prague! \o/
But I persist. It's like fandom_wank, unfiltered. Or something. I do know if I keep up with most of the serious Malaysian bloggers I will blow out a gasket. So... whatever, it's not like someone held a gun to my head. Still, Oon Yeoh + Jeff Ooi = two smegalicious tastes that ... EEWWW.
Anyway, on to more self-absorbent things. Nah. Just that, went to the lecture - am a n00b, didn't realise a lecture by spiffy something somethings meant no Q&A session THANK GOD; was fed, all is well.
No, just have to note here that on the way there from the LRT station, I somehow found myself in conversation with a guy. Didn't amount to anything, but HAHAHA oh God, when will I move beyond the letter 'A'?!
OOOH, PC Fair tomorrow. Will trek to KLCC after gym, tralala, tralali.
there's a bunch of emails sitting in my inbox, from the students of the upcoming term in MA in Journalism over at Westminister U, doing their how-do-yous. The only reason why they're there in the first place is because I haven't gotten around to emailing the course coordinator and saying, 'yeah, I can't afford this. Sorry.' Depressing the heck out of me, but strangely not strong enough of an impetus to get me off my ass and email her. Which reminds me that I need to email Essex U as well, for the same reason. Getting a place has never been a problem, getting funds on the other hand.... This RA job which was supposed to be a temp position, to fill time before going off to do my Masters - I've been here a little over one and a half years. Can you believe it? I do seem to exist in a kind of a limbo - neither here nor there, and all this postgrad angst is seriously boring the crap out of me, with LSE introducing more new annoyances. I've past frustration, and am inching my way to a new resolution. What this tentative new resolution might be, I have no idea yet. The thing about my plateau is that it is a very comfortable one, but not one where it would be wise for me to remain here forever.
This morning, the topic of the morning radio talk show was jobs that brings unexpected returns. Armed with my degree, getting RM2k a month is considered a good thing. Yet, this dude, whose job is plucking chicken feathers at the wet market, can easily make RM1k a day, at 50 cents per chicken. More power to him, and I won't bemoan the perceived injustice, but the juxtaposition is too hard to resist, as you can see. :)
I wonder how long I'll last on Vox. The only thing worth of interest regarding me as a blogger is my fannish side. That is to say, the only audience I have sustained interest in courting is fandom. I gained a sliver of notoriety and popularity in the early days of Malaysian blogging, for whatever fleeting value you want to attach to it. In helping to get the ball rolling, in getting press coverage (lol; God knows where I've misplaced the damn feature story), almost three years on pitas, with the pet delusion that all bloggers will never be rid of, of how interesting they are. But I started because of fandom - if it wasn't for fannish blogs (and wank! Don't forget the Angel fandom incest wank), I wouldn't have known of blogs.
Kept a blurty in the days when LJ operated on invites. The thing about me is that I'm both reserved and extroverted. An Asian complex? A Malay one? Not necessarily, I don't think. I want to court attention, but I don't want to go through all the trouble. XDXD Good thing I caught it early, so the resentment was met squarely with the iron fist of reason. So happily I toddle off, contributing the occassional output. I need to keep my head screwed on right at all times, considering it tends to fly off in imagined vanity. I don't think about it, but now I wonder, what would have happened if I hadn't absconded for LJ and maintained my pitas? I was already a reasonably-sized fish in an expanding pool, but being small fry does carry lesser obligations. And I'm anything if not lazy.
I have a blogspot, long abandoned. And another LJ, choking in its dust. The dichotomy of my fannish side and my RL side is behind all these wastes of dead bytes. I think it really isn't that much of a trouble, if not for the fact that all these things I could easily keep in a journal, I keep in a blog because I am in fact an attention whore. Yet, blogging has become a useful for me to record my thoughts, but the push-and-pull attraction of gaining attention means that I am uneasy about sharing myself, yet there it is, in public space.
But as I muse over this yet again, let me just go send those emails.
(I am drunk with power, and the delusion I think I have something interesting to say. Besides I feel like a jackass...)
Isn't it sad I define my calendar by birthdays of people who don't even know I exist? It's either that, or dating them by assignments that I'll know I lepas deadline.
Downloading 'Jaded' now.... Steven Tyler is a frightening old man. I am undecided, kalau dia jadi datuk aku, nak rasa malu ke tidak? Hehehe. ^_^
Today nak hantar parcel to Maybelle, nun jauh di Perth gitu... hahah, hantaring Nicky Westlife naked with a bow. Cayalah. Alah, teddy bear McDonald jo. Dah nak jadi belacan, punyala lama dok bersepah kat rumah ni. Anyway, drew her a comic of Kim Suan, the Vampire Slayer *cue unimpressed laughter*, tak siap, halfway pun tak sampai.
Apa lagi boleh aku citer ler? hmmmmm... ha! Lampu flourescent aku dah graduate jadi lampu disko. Tera gitu. (oi, apa punya sedih la ni... lampu nak mati pun nak story ke?) Ni kena tukar ni, dahla sakit mata, sakit hati, sakit kepala, dan sakit everywhere. Kalau ikut hati, nak karate je, tapi kang masuk hospital, siapa yang malu? Mereka dan keluarga mereka jugak... hehehaahah... (yes! Berjaya meng-include-kan quote filem Melayu. Dan merosakkan bahasa orang). Tang ni, depend dengan lampu study... Malap woo.. romantis gila. Nyampah aku ^_^. Kang aku ambik tealights yang beli kat Ikea tu, mula aku buat Pesta Lilin, tu baru masuk kategori Inovasi Tak Sedar Diri. Although the idea is intriguing.....
Selamat Harijadi kepada DB. Semoga ko kekal 30 selama-lamanya.... macam maskot Energizer... LOL.
Touya-san to Yukito-san wa kawaii ne!!
Ah... I'm going to begin with an observation I made about 8 hours ago. Isn't it wonderful that the Internet gives everyone a sense of self-importance?
Anyway, seeing how no one will care whatever the hell it is I'm writing, let's see what other drivel I can jam in here. Firstly, working on another revamp of the site, since TJ has now officially begun life as a hostel-dweller (and for some reason, that reminds me of swamps. Gomen-ne, Tj-san ^_^), I can't really burden her with running one half of a site, so I'm planning a hostile takeover! Muahahahaah!!!
And I'm watching The Mummy Returns! oooooo... Oded Fehr. And Angel tonight! Wooheee!!
Argh! Tensionnya aku!!! Benci benci! Macam nak mati je....! Tak nak buat assignments! Nahe, nahe, kabhi nahe!
