What has brought you joy over the past year? Pick three things/people and tell us about them.
Joy? What’s that??
What has brought you joy over the past year? Pick three things/people and tell us about them.
Joy? What’s that??
Do you think of a decade as a short or long period of time? (Is the century a 10th full or a 10th empty!)
I don’t often think about decades, because I’m too focused on the present and the future… Continue reading
Does blogging bring out your best or worst self?
I think blogging brings out my inner self – both good and bad. I don’t necessarily think that that’s a good or bad thing either. For me, I’m just glad that I’ve finally found an outlet in which I can unleash all my verbal diarrhea and get it out from constantly swirling around in my head and driving me crazy. I think that it’s provided me an outlet to really say things that are on my mind, and know that I’m not going to be judged on it.
Well, those of you who subscribe will probably judge me, but, whatever. You shouldn’t be judging people… everytime you judge somebody without good reason, God kills a puppy!!
I just like the fact that I can hop on my iPad and my little wireless keyboard and smash out all kinds of stuff. It gives me a great sense of relief to be able to write, and just write freely… but at the same time it can give me anxiety. Moreso when I have some elaborate creative posts that I really want to tackle, and I keep getting interrupted, or simply don’t get the time to finish… but hopefully it’s worth it in the end!
I know that I approached this whole ‘blogging’ concept with no intent whatsoever of having any followers, or receiving any recognition etc, as I was purely doing this just for myself, and myself alone. I just wanted to have something that I could take ownership of – a creative outlet that I could keep all to myself in an attempt to retain some kind of sanity.
However, since then, I’ve started getting followers, which in all honesty boggles my mind. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE FOLLOWING MY BLOG!! I know that only a couple of you are here because I told you about it – Thanks F, A, H and A (you know who you are), but as for the rest of you, I continue to feel awkward, amazed and somewhat humbled whenever even one of you actually ‘likes’ a post of mine – I struggle with the concept that people out there actually take the time to sit there and read through all this crap that I write. I don’t understand why you do it, but I love you for doing it. THEN there’s the people who decide to actually follow my blog. To me that just screams out I LOVE YOUR STRANGE RANDOMNESS SO MUCH, I WANT IT CONSTANTLY IN MY BLOGFEED!! GIMME GIMME MORE, GIMME MORE GIMME GIMME MORE!! and again, I don’t know why, but I love it, and I thank you all for following my bullshit. *lol*
But then this makes me think back to the primary reason as to why I started this blog in the first place. I wasn’t doing it for followers. I was doing it for me, and then I start to feel guilty for having followers in the first place. I can’t believe that I now have over 60 followers. To the rest of the blogging world, that’s absolutely nothing, but to me, that’s 60 more people than I ever anticipated.
Just fyi – to all of you who are following my blog, feel free to spread the word… you could simply say something like ‘Yeah, hi, so I’ve found this blog by somebody in Australia. It’s a bit random, and a bit funny, and a bit sarcastic, and a bit entertaining… you really need to get onto that shit.’
…I still don’t understand why you’re still sitting there??
Perhaps this whole blogging venture is bringing out the worst in me. Maybe I secretly crave fame and attention, and just want to be the next media whore to get their 5minutes of fame.
Maybe I should start a Twitter account??
Look in the mirror. Does the person you see match the person you feel like on the inside? How much stock do you put in appearances?
Let’s just get this out of the way right now… I hate the way I look.
I don’t like my stupid hair, I hate my stupid skin, I hate my nose. I’ve spent so much money on different products for both my hair and my skin, and nothing seems to really work, and it drives me crazy. Why does it have to be so difficult to want to moisturise my skin effectively? Everybody says their products will achieve this, but they don’t. 😦
Do I look like the person I feel I am?? I think that it’s a bit of identity confusion – I know that I’m a bitch, and I know that people see me as a bitch. I know that I’m funny, and I know that people see that I’m funny. I know that I’m nice and I know that people sometimes see me as nice (I really should work on that one a bit more!). Does the outside reflect the different versions of me on the inside – I’m not really sure.
How much stock do I put in appearances?? Well, do you mean mine, or other peoples? I’m not going to lie, I can’t help but judge people based on what they’re wearing (because I’m a judgemental bitch like that), and yet at the same time, most of the time I really don’t give a crap what I’m wearing whenever I leave the house. I live in the western suburbs – compared to a lot of the people I see at the local shopping centre, simply because I’m wearing shoes makes me feel over-dressed by comparison.
When you look back at your blog on January 2, 2015, what would you like to see?
That seems to be so far away, however the reality is, the year will probably fly by, and before we know it, 2015 will be knocking on the door.
I think in 12 months time, I’d love to be able to look back on a blog full of so many thoughts and opinions. By that stage, there should be over 800 posts, and it would be interesting to read things that I’d posted over 12 months earlier.
I’d also like to have increased my number of followers, and given my blog some more variety – although I’m not entirely sure on what that variety would look like…
You’re almost there! Tell us how you feel about endings.
Well today is the last day of the NaBloPoMo writing challenge.
I’m somewhat surprised that I managed to make it the whole month, although, admittedly, I didn’t actually post every day as I had a tendency to skip a couple of days, but then I’d catch up on a few posts all at once. I still managed to address all the prompts, it’s just that it wasn’t exactly one per day, like I was supposed to.
Is that wrong? Am I going to receive some kind of interwebs penalty?
I do feel a sense of achievement, however, it’s not really how I thought I would feel. It’s not the standing-on-top-of-a-mountain-after-hiking-for-several-days-and-nearly-losing-a-leg-but-still-surviving kind of achievement,
but more of a pat-yourself-on-the-back / good-for-you kind of achievement.
If anything, it’s like an anti-climax. Whether it’s because the month has just passed so quickly (it’s already been a week since my birthday!!) or because NaBloPoMo (Or NaBlahBlahBlah as I call it) was only 21 prompts, because it didn’t include weekends – it’s over.
I’m actually quite pleased with myself in that I managed to challenge myself, and actually stick to that challenge for the whole month. I’ve gotten into the
bad habit of writing my posts either whilst I’m at work, or late at night after Hulk goes to bed. It makes it hard because I haven’t told him that I’ve even been writing this blog, and I’m not entirely sure if I will tell him. I’ll have to address that one at a later point.
Going into this, I really didn’t know what to expect. When I first started thinking about writing a blog, I know that I have a lot to say, I just don’t necessarily know what to write and where to start. I’ve found that having prompts has been really helpful for me to just get words flowing out of my brain. Although the frustration comes in the form of such open-ended questions, because my brain starts racing at a million-miles-an-hour thinking of at least a dozen different possible ways that I can respond. I have a tendency to get over-analytical. If anything, that has been more of a challenge – taking a dozen different answers and trying to focus purely on one response.
Evidently, some of those posts have multiple answers, or at least briefly address a few potential responses and the reasons as to why. I think I would find it much easier if the prompts were more specific. Rather than ask me something like “What is your favourite dish?”, instead try something like “What is your favourite dish that your parents used to make when you were a child”, or “what was your favourite dish that you used to eat when you were a poor student living in a share house?” and I’d be like ‘Well that’s easy, microwave cheesy-pepper rice with tinned tuna’.
I’ve reached a point where I don’t actually want this to end. This has been something that I’ve needed just for me. And I’ve really enjoyed it. I’ve really missed writing. I’ve missed ranting. I’ve missed getting thoughts out of my head and clearing my mind. Before I met Hulk, I used to write a lot. Whether it was just creative writing, or writing in a journal, it was still something, but soon enough I ran out of time for it, and it was abandoned. Forgotten about. Never to be spoken of again.
Like an abandoned baby. Or an abortion. Ooh, too much.
And please, don’t fucking start with me about abortions and being insensitive. Nobody is forcing you to read this. You made a choice to do so. I’m not going to be held responsible for you finding my words on a screen offensive. I’m entitled to an opinion, just like everybody else. Which means my opinion doesn’t have to be the same as your opinion and vice-versa. So go take you two-cents and your ‘I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY’
and take it somewhere else.
An impending new year gives rise to reflection and goal setting. What will your goals for 2014 be? It’s never to early to start thinking about self improvement!
Oh maaaaannnnn. Goal setting!? Really?!
So. Not. Me.
I guess that probably explains a lot. And let’s be honest here, the year isn’t over yet. It’s not even December. I don’t even have my Christmas tree up!! It’s too early for goal setting.
Goals for self-improvement. Jeebus. I think generally speaking, my list for self improvement would be the following:
I think that’s more than plenty to focus on right now… However, there’s a huge difference between making goals and actually following through with them. Besides, holidays and Christmas are coming up, so I’ve got a few weeks of extreme laziness to look forward to. I can deal with all of this stuff after that. hehehe.
How do you feel about the first blog post you ever wrote?
Well I went back and had a re-read of my first post. Given that it’s only a couple of weeks old, it still seems like it was aaaages ago that I wrote it. If anything, I need to alter it and put in more tags. It still feels strange that I’m even writing this blog, but I think it’s something that has allowed me to focus. I tell myself everyday ‘I must write in my blog’. Or, more often than not, ‘I need to catch up with my blog’, and then subsequently do three or four posts in a row, because I didn’t get time to write them during the day, or at all.
I remember when I first made that conscious decision to actually start a blog. It was somewhat surreal. It was always something that I had thought about doing, but my problem was not knowing where to begin. This challenge has helped me because it gives me prompts to write about, and I don’t really think too much, I just start typing, and the stream of consciousness just flows through my fingers, and suddenly I’ve written several-hundred words without really noticing.
My first post is still relevant. Crazy Cat Lady and I are still spending our days speaking in gibberish, and annoying everybody else in the office. It’s her birthday next week, and I’ve got her a really cool present. Something that I’ve been meaning to get her for a while now, but keep forgetting to actually do. I’m pretty sure that she’s going to like it.
Perhaps I should look back on this first post in twelve-months time and see how I feel.
Man, imagine what my blog will be like if I keep up this daily posting for the next twelve months?! Now that would be a real challenge!!
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