--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--
For crying out loud...!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
OH MY...
The last blog was dated more than a month ago.
The blog screams out in pain... "I'm neglected by you, bitch!"
Renee comes in to pacify the blog.
"ohr la ohr la... anggrrri angrrriiieieie (baby talk and tickles the monitor) Sorlie ah... I have been writing alot, so wanted to chill on blogging..."
Blog lets out the longest whining sound you've ever heard, even Fiona Xie in her 'My Little Genie' days can't beat that...
Renee panics! She continues to type on the blog to occupy it.
"okay okay... here comes more words to feed you."
Blog seems a little pacified.
"That's more like it."
Renee heaves a sigh and rests her flatten finger tips a little (too much typing causes flattened finger tips if you're wondering why) and just when she thought she can rest... the blog goes...
"Why are you stopping?!? This is not long enough to be a decent post, considering that you have been typing in the tag board and not me! Unfair!"
Blog goes in a "Unfair! Unfair!" chant... with the irritating msn pop up sound as a rhythmic background. Irritating as it sound... it was actually smoothing and hypnotic to the worn out and exhausted Renee who has a million of dateline dooms lurking in the background.
Blog tries even harder and the rhythm goes even faster... so fast until... *GASP!* the blue screen of death appears! (meaning... the computer is hanged, for those who are too young to use windows 98... that window that opens to the blue screen of death...)
Renee gasps and frantically presses "Ctrl+Alt+Del" until the situation is salvaged. She returns to a raging blog...
Renee is extremely apologetic...
"So sorry darling... ok ok... here's some words of wisdom from a guru... not me... The words of wisdom should be enough to last you for another one month?"
Blog gasps at the one month.
Renee quickly retracts her words.
"Ok ok! Erm... as soon as I can... pretty please?
Blog nods understandingly.
Renee takes a deep breath... words of wisdom don't come out easily...
"Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins. It has no job security of any kind, and depends mostly on whether or not you can, like Scheherazade, tell the stories each night that'll keep you alive until tomorrow. There are undoubtedly hundreds of easier, less stressful, more straightforward jobs in the world. Personally, I can't think of anything else I'd rather do, but that's me. "
Renee exhales her withheld air... she held her breath for his wise words... who else can the person who spoke it be, except for Neil Gaiman.
Blog nods in agreement approvingly and lets Renee off this time round...
Renee Chua A flower that refuses to let the cement close in on her... she fights her way through to fight for her rights to sunshine and rain...yet never lose her beauty to the weather...
Likes: Humanity
Jazz, new age, alternative, acid jazz, soft rock music
Watch and read a good play
Direct and act in a few excellent plays
Photography
Designing
A good hearty laugh
Dislikes: Snobs and bitches (same category)
Those who just wanna make life difficult for others
Drivers who can't make up their mind which lane to drive on
The self contradicting systems in my country
MY TAGBOARD
For crying out loud...!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
OH MY...
The last blog was dated more than a month ago.
The blog screams out in pain... "I'm neglected by you, bitch!"
Renee comes in to pacify the blog.
"ohr la ohr la... anggrrri angrrriiieieie (baby talk and tickles the monitor) Sorlie ah... I have been writing alot, so wanted to chill on blogging..."
Blog lets out the longest whining sound you've ever heard, even Fiona Xie in her 'My Little Genie' days can't beat that...
Renee panics! She continues to type on the blog to occupy it.
"okay okay... here comes more words to feed you."
Blog seems a little pacified.
"That's more like it."
Renee heaves a sigh and rests her flatten finger tips a little (too much typing causes flattened finger tips if you're wondering why) and just when she thought she can rest... the blog goes...
"Why are you stopping?!? This is not long enough to be a decent post, considering that you have been typing in the tag board and not me! Unfair!"
Blog goes in a "Unfair! Unfair!" chant... with the irritating msn pop up sound as a rhythmic background. Irritating as it sound... it was actually smoothing and hypnotic to the worn out and exhausted Renee who has a million of dateline dooms lurking in the background.
Blog tries even harder and the rhythm goes even faster... so fast until... *GASP!* the blue screen of death appears! (meaning... the computer is hanged, for those who are too young to use windows 98... that window that opens to the blue screen of death...)
Renee gasps and frantically presses "Ctrl+Alt+Del" until the situation is salvaged. She returns to a raging blog...
Renee is extremely apologetic...
"So sorry darling... ok ok... here's some words of wisdom from a guru... not me... The words of wisdom should be enough to last you for another one month?"
Blog gasps at the one month.
Renee quickly retracts her words.
"Ok ok! Erm... as soon as I can... pretty please?
Blog nods understandingly.
Renee takes a deep breath... words of wisdom don't come out easily...
"Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins. It has no job security of any kind, and depends mostly on whether or not you can, like Scheherazade, tell the stories each night that'll keep you alive until tomorrow. There are undoubtedly hundreds of easier, less stressful, more straightforward jobs in the world. Personally, I can't think of anything else I'd rather do, but that's me. "
Renee exhales her withheld air... she held her breath for his wise words... who else can the person who spoke it be, except for Neil Gaiman.
Blog nods in agreement approvingly and lets Renee off this time round...
