Dear Diary,
Today I learnt how to skip.
It made me feel rather effeminate.
This feeling was strangely enjoyable.
-J.D.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Coming out of the Closet
No, I am not gay (sorry to all my male more-than-just-fans out there) :P
I meant it in a more metaphorical way. You see, so far, the only person who knows about this blog, is none other than yours truly :D Having a blog has just been a way to amuse myself, write down random thoughts, and also discover more about myself.
But a blog with only one viewer seems a tad trite and more than a little pointless.
So my question now is, when should I, if at all, tell my friends about my blog, or should I continue keeping it under wraps?
Under usual circumstances, I would go to one of my friends who I consider to be a Sage of Wisdom (you know who you are) and beg for guidance... However, in this case, its is kind of impossible to do so without giving away the whole plot :S
I have attempted to weigh out the pros and cons of making this blog explicit;
Positives about telling friends;
Maybe I'll consider telling one friend about it, and seeing his/her opinion on what to do next... Possibly the Sage...?
Ah wells. I guess the blog of the handsomest man you'll ever meet couldn't be kept a secret forever....
I meant it in a more metaphorical way. You see, so far, the only person who knows about this blog, is none other than yours truly :D Having a blog has just been a way to amuse myself, write down random thoughts, and also discover more about myself.
But a blog with only one viewer seems a tad trite and more than a little pointless.
So my question now is, when should I, if at all, tell my friends about my blog, or should I continue keeping it under wraps?
Under usual circumstances, I would go to one of my friends who I consider to be a Sage of Wisdom (you know who you are) and beg for guidance... However, in this case, its is kind of impossible to do so without giving away the whole plot :S
I have attempted to weigh out the pros and cons of making this blog explicit;
Positives about telling friends;
- Allows some form of feedback from friends, i.e. people who's opinions I place quite highly,
- I no longer feel that I am hiding something from them,
- Feedback is possibly more intuitive than that given by the voices in my head,
- I no longer have to keep my fingers hovering over the Alt-Tab buttons when someone enters the room mid-blog.
- I would have to conceal secrets in my blog,
- Some people would find out things about me that I don't feel ready to tell them yet (the existence of Troy, for example),
- There's still a large possibility of me getting bored and discarding this blog forever and ever and ever, and a dead blog would be a great pity.
Maybe I'll consider telling one friend about it, and seeing his/her opinion on what to do next... Possibly the Sage...?
Ah wells. I guess the blog of the handsomest man you'll ever meet couldn't be kept a secret forever....
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Blogged Invention Number 1
(I say Number 1 in optimistic future-sight of possible sequels..)
I have single-handedly invented possibly the 2nd greatest Wikipedia-powered game of procrastination. ever. (1st = Wikipedia word maze but THAT'S a whole different tin of worms....whatever that means...)
ANYWHO, it basically goes like this;
1. Go to Wikipedia
2. hit alt-shift-x (Random Page)
3. Record the word
4. Repeat steps 2. and 3. continuously, adding words all necessary words to form sentences until you have a award-winning story
5. Give money from awards to Jack Dawkins
6. Comment this blog. Especially if you know where Troy is/are holding Troy ransom/need a hug.
7. IF YOU AREN'T FOREVER SATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE AFTER THIS, THEN YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG.
:)
Let me demonstrate steps 1-4 (you can figure out the rest on your own)
Frère Jacques ran into Gonzalo Fernandes one day, when falling through the Universe. Upon being asked to make a List of characters in the Fire Emblem series, he simply drank some Wine, ate some Beatle Boots, then spontaneously combusted into what can only be described as Wang Ying. From the ashes rose the Association of Consulting Engineers New Zealand, The Book of Thoth, a List of Canadian television series and of course, the Golden Bull of 1356. It was truly epic, and all Fernandes had to say was "Montemayor Oddvar Stenstrøm Imad Abbas Atascosa, Texas Land Transportation Office". It is widely agreed upon that he must have been on several Mushrooms at the time.
There. International Book Awards here I come :D
I have single-handedly invented possibly the 2nd greatest Wikipedia-powered game of procrastination. ever. (1st = Wikipedia word maze but THAT'S a whole different tin of worms....whatever that means...)
ANYWHO, it basically goes like this;
1. Go to Wikipedia
2. hit alt-shift-x (Random Page)
3. Record the word
4. Repeat steps 2. and 3. continuously, adding words all necessary words to form sentences until you have a award-winning story
5. Give money from awards to Jack Dawkins
6. Comment this blog. Especially if you know where Troy is/are holding Troy ransom/need a hug.
7. IF YOU AREN'T FOREVER SATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE AFTER THIS, THEN YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG.
:)
Let me demonstrate steps 1-4 (you can figure out the rest on your own)
Frère Jacques ran into Gonzalo Fernandes one day, when falling through the Universe. Upon being asked to make a List of characters in the Fire Emblem series, he simply drank some Wine, ate some Beatle Boots, then spontaneously combusted into what can only be described as Wang Ying. From the ashes rose the Association of Consulting Engineers New Zealand, The Book of Thoth, a List of Canadian television series and of course, the Golden Bull of 1356. It was truly epic, and all Fernandes had to say was "Montemayor Oddvar Stenstrøm Imad Abbas Atascosa, Texas Land Transportation Office". It is widely agreed upon that he must have been on several Mushrooms at the time.
There. International Book Awards here I come :D
Nostalgia. Good times 2 the MAXXX.
I was on the bus going to my friend's house the other day, when a Korean couple happened to sit down, opposite to me. This would be all normal and fine except one thing. The Korean guy just would not stop STARING at me.
Freaky.
Freaky to the MAXX.
Freaky-deaky^(get-me-out-of-here).
Anywho, after celebrating in the traditional activities of what happened to be "LET'S STARE AT JACK DAWKINS FOR A WHOLE BUS RIDE JUST FOR LAUGHS" day, the couple decided that they had had enough, and after their merry-making and revelry was over, they departed from the bus, right outside my Uni.
Half a minute of what I can only describe as 'post-traumatic shuddering' later, I turned to where they had been sitting and realised that they had left their water bottle behind.
This was no ordinary water bottle. It was the MOTHER of all water bottles and as such, was RIDICULOUSLY over sized and typical of your generic FREAKY Korean couple (i hope this isn't racial stereotyping :S). I sat there for a minute contemplating whether or not I should do something about it. Images flooded through my head of the numerous booby traps that such a couple would leave in their wake, were I to attempt to take the bottle from its current place. Surely, I thought, nothing good could come of this.
However, I soon became bored and my curiosity and (possibly) inner kindness pulled through, and I found myself hopping off the bus, hippo-sized bottle in hand, and sprinting back to the last stop to find this couple.
I reached the entrance to my university, out of breath, eyes ablaze, searching for the starer and associated friend, and alas, there they stood, walking right before me. I returned the bottle to them with as much grace as a gasping dehydrated man could, only to receive looks of confusion and words of what i assume were appreciation...?
(Or maybe I was being hopeful...) :P
Anyways, it turned out that they couldn't speak any/much English, and I can't speak any Korean so we left on our separate ways and that was the end of that.
Or so I THOUGHT!!!!!
*dum dum duuuuuuuuuum* (dramatic sound effects)
not but rly... that was the last I saw of them.
But I suddenly found myself at my uni, in an environment that was bizarrely familiar - a scene from my childhood...
There was a book sale going on with a sausage sizzle sale on the side. THE SAME SAUSAGE SIZZLE STAND I HAD WORKED IN PREXACTLY 10YRS AGO!!!!
weird. (but still not quite as weird as 'the starer'!)
I have this one memory of me as a cub scout *insert awwws of cuteness here*, selling hot-dogs and associated edibles and beverages as a kid right by a book sale which I never thought I would seen again... not until that day.
and all the feelings of being a child rushed back, I was filled with the delight and unparalleled happiness one can only receive as a carefree child :)
It was... surreal... to say the least.
*sigh* :)
Nostalgia. Good times indeed.
Freaky.
Freaky to the MAXX.
Freaky-deaky^(get-me-out-of-here).
Anywho, after celebrating in the traditional activities of what happened to be "LET'S STARE AT JACK DAWKINS FOR A WHOLE BUS RIDE JUST FOR LAUGHS" day, the couple decided that they had had enough, and after their merry-making and revelry was over, they departed from the bus, right outside my Uni.
Half a minute of what I can only describe as 'post-traumatic shuddering' later, I turned to where they had been sitting and realised that they had left their water bottle behind.
This was no ordinary water bottle. It was the MOTHER of all water bottles and as such, was RIDICULOUSLY over sized and typical of your generic FREAKY Korean couple (i hope this isn't racial stereotyping :S). I sat there for a minute contemplating whether or not I should do something about it. Images flooded through my head of the numerous booby traps that such a couple would leave in their wake, were I to attempt to take the bottle from its current place. Surely, I thought, nothing good could come of this.
However, I soon became bored and my curiosity and (possibly) inner kindness pulled through, and I found myself hopping off the bus, hippo-sized bottle in hand, and sprinting back to the last stop to find this couple.
I reached the entrance to my university, out of breath, eyes ablaze, searching for the starer and associated friend, and alas, there they stood, walking right before me. I returned the bottle to them with as much grace as a gasping dehydrated man could, only to receive looks of confusion and words of what i assume were appreciation...?
(Or maybe I was being hopeful...) :P
Anyways, it turned out that they couldn't speak any/much English, and I can't speak any Korean so we left on our separate ways and that was the end of that.
Or so I THOUGHT!!!!!
*dum dum duuuuuuuuuum* (dramatic sound effects)
not but rly... that was the last I saw of them.
But I suddenly found myself at my uni, in an environment that was bizarrely familiar - a scene from my childhood...
There was a book sale going on with a sausage sizzle sale on the side. THE SAME SAUSAGE SIZZLE STAND I HAD WORKED IN PREXACTLY 10YRS AGO!!!!
weird. (but still not quite as weird as 'the starer'!)
I have this one memory of me as a cub scout *insert awwws of cuteness here*, selling hot-dogs and associated edibles and beverages as a kid right by a book sale which I never thought I would seen again... not until that day.
and all the feelings of being a child rushed back, I was filled with the delight and unparalleled happiness one can only receive as a carefree child :)
It was... surreal... to say the least.
*sigh* :)
Nostalgia. Good times indeed.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Delving too deep.
As a first-time, inexperienced, rookie 'blogger', I am rather mindful of what I say on the internet.
By this, I don't mean that I'm incredibly scared of pouring out my darkest, deepest secrets, I mean that I have little to no clue of what most people blog about, and consequently, I could (and most probably am) doing it all horribly horribly wrong.
However, I am not COMPLETELY without knowledge of the internet/life in general. And one thing I have learnt to dislike is when people delve too deep, when people make meaning out of meaningless things.
For example;
Today, when asked the incredibly deep and abstract question "Would you rather be a lonely whale in the ocean, or an ant with plenty of co-working friends, yet slaving all day and night?"
I answered "the whale...duh."
The asker then continued on to pseudo-psychoanalyze me in the only way that previous literature students can, creating allusions to past historical events, and saying how my decisions mirrored my 'deprived upbringing during childhood' etc.
WRONG.
The REAL reasoning which went on in my mind before answering the question;
Whales are blue.
I like blue.
Therefore, I like Whales.
Problem solved :D
By this, I don't mean that I'm incredibly scared of pouring out my darkest, deepest secrets, I mean that I have little to no clue of what most people blog about, and consequently, I could (and most probably am) doing it all horribly horribly wrong.
However, I am not COMPLETELY without knowledge of the internet/life in general. And one thing I have learnt to dislike is when people delve too deep, when people make meaning out of meaningless things.
For example;
Today, when asked the incredibly deep and abstract question "Would you rather be a lonely whale in the ocean, or an ant with plenty of co-working friends, yet slaving all day and night?"
I answered "the whale...duh."
The asker then continued on to pseudo-psychoanalyze me in the only way that previous literature students can, creating allusions to past historical events, and saying how my decisions mirrored my 'deprived upbringing during childhood' etc.
WRONG.
The REAL reasoning which went on in my mind before answering the question;
Whales are blue.
I like blue.
Therefore, I like Whales.
Problem solved :D
Sunday, August 24, 2008
A Journey into Self - Troy
My conscience? A personalisation of my subconsciousness? Or possibly a meaningless voice in my head?
There are many theories on who the 'Troy' I know is.
To me, Troy is another facet of my being. An inner self. One who is more truthful to me, than my own being.
Troy is me, with all thoughts of how I wish to perceive myself aside. The very core and essence of Jack Dawkins, reprieved of his rose-coloured glasses, staring into a mirror which in turn, stares into his soul.
If I discover Troy, perhaps I can find out who I truly am.
There are many theories on who the 'Troy' I know is.
To me, Troy is another facet of my being. An inner self. One who is more truthful to me, than my own being.
Troy is me, with all thoughts of how I wish to perceive myself aside. The very core and essence of Jack Dawkins, reprieved of his rose-coloured glasses, staring into a mirror which in turn, stares into his soul.
If I discover Troy, perhaps I can find out who I truly am.
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