Monday, September 27, 2010

Chapter 30, the end

I have decided to leave blogspot,
Cuz I don't like it anymore,
I will go to tumblr,
Because its name is cooler.

Dear blogspot, you have been kind to me,
You are a place where I can be all I want to be,
A place where I can let it all out,
And write whatever I want to write about.

I bid you farewell,

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Chapter 29, who are you writing for?

I think I came across a realisation.

I think I've always tried to write for other people, instead of writing for myself.

I think advertising made me write from the public's point of view.

'Understand how they think, Fo'

'Why do they do what they do?'

'You must go into their minds, put yourself in their shoes.'

'You have to think harder Fo. Keep asking yourself.'

Well, that's what my lecturer has been telling me.

Advertising is evil.

It drives people to buy things that they don't need.

With the money that they don't have.

I think I wanna stop thinking about how other people think.

I think I'm tired of that.

I think too much.

I'm gonna start writing for myself.

I think something unexpected just happened.

I think I'm scared, and curious at the same time.

But I feel good about it.

Is that a good combination?

I guess we'll know soon enough.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Chapter 28, White blood

When I was a kid, I didn't like being told what to do.

In preschool, I was too busy fighting with boys while the girls played 'masak-masak'

I'd ask for Hot Wheels instead of a Barbie doll.

In primary school, I'd spend my time running away from the senior prefects because I didn't wanna wear a tie.

And tuck in my shirt.

And button up my sleeves. And wear a name tag. And pin up my fringe.

I was a prefect back then. And there was a lot of things I didn't want to do.

I think the teachers made me into one so they could... tame me I suppose.
Or should I say, discipline me?

I couldn't care less. I was too busy climbing trees at school.

After recess.. While everyone else was lining up.

I had a bicycle. I'd spend hours riding it. Even during fasting month.

One day, I wanted to try something else with the bike.

Something new.

I thought to myself, "What if my right hand was on the left handle bar and and the left hand was on the right?"

So I crossed my hands, and started pedaling.

For a second there, it looked like I was actually cycling! Like for real! Hands crossed!

I was soooooo happy :D

That moment lasted 3 seconds.

And then I fell.

My knee tore. I bled for half an hour.

I saw some white stuff. I thought it was white blood or something.

It was the first time I saw my own blood.. trickling down my knee.

I don't remember it hurting. Just lots and lots of blood. I thought I was tough and all y'know? :P

Bruised but not crying. Hehehehehe

I went to my mum and told that my knee was bleeding. And there was some white blood too.

And my mum said, "People don't bleed out white blood."

So I lifted the cloth that was covering my knee and said, "Then what's this?"

It turned out to be my tendon. Or was it my ligament? Might be my bone.

Well, it's the white stuff that connects stuff which is surrounding by loads of other stuff.

Whatever. I dunno. Go ask a doctor.

Well, that's when I found out that people don't bleed white blood.

And that something bad usually happens when a sentence starts with 'what if...'

The problem is, if it doesn't start with 'what if...' then you'll never know if it could actually work or not. Right?

I'd rather be the one who says "Once I tried...." rather than "I've never done that before. What's that like?"

If we never experimented, we would never make mistakes.

And if we never made mistakes, we would never learn anything.

Life lesson learned.

And now I have a scar on my knee that looks like this

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Chapter 27, Chocolate couture

What's the first thing that comes to mind when you see this picture?

Fashion? Wind? Art? Couture?

Ridiculous fabric with way too much movement?

You'd probably be thinking along the lines of fashion.

You couldn't be more wrong.

Sure, it's fashion.

But it's purpose, has little to do with fashion.

This is the new ad for Cadbury Flake.

Fashion meets advertising.

Doesn't get any sweeter than that.

Personally, I think it looks like a jellyfish.

Please, watch the 1-minute video down there.

You'll enjoy it.

Chapter 26, Cadbury Flake TV commercial