I'm heading off to Johor in a couple of hours, so I'm just updating this sorry blog before i go. We don't want anyone
[read:costanzo] losing sleep over me not updating, now do we?? hahaha.. i sound so conceited.
Ahem, I have to be honest, this is a bit unnerving actually - the mere thought of writing for an audience. I can feel the heat of people's judgments through my PC screen. The glare of their disapproving eyes. I still find myself amazed everytime someone mentions anything about what i write in my blog. I know i keep saying that but it's true. Sometimes i feel so incline to say something idiotic like
"you really go to that self-centered blog and read all that rubbish??" or "you're wasting ur time there, dude". LOL. Which isn't very far from the truth. I
am relatively self-centered
[Note to self: stop being so vain] and i
do write rubbish.
Hmmm.. maybe i should start writing with more substance, just to show a bit of maturity. Maybe i could talk about politics, or world peace, or maybe the weather??
[what do mature people talk about anyway?? *clueless*] But then again, that'll be lame and boring. So I guess for now, i'll stick with fun and interesting rubbish thank you very much.
Oh yeah, since we're on the subject of writing, i have a story to share. A few nights ago, on our way to dine out, my parents gave me some pretty wild ideas that got me wiggling in my seat. They want me to write a book. Actually, they've been suggesting this to me since, i dunno, forever! Even before i started this whole blogging business. And I've always been doubtful. Me?? Write a book? Err Mom Dad, ain't that just a lil' bit over my head? I usually just laugh them off to a different topic.
But they sounded quite serious this time around tho. Dad was even talking numbers. And well, that literally translates to Dad-in-business-mode. And you don't mess with my dad when he's in his element. Haha.. He was saying serious stuff like
'you don't have to worry about the printing cost, I'll take care of that' and 'we could print 10 000 copies at first and work our way from there' and 'i have friends in MPH and other book stores, they can help with book distribution'.
GULP.
You see, I'm a practical person. And i guess I'm pretty sensible.
[translation: I'm a coward. I don't like taking risks]. So, in my most mature and grown-up voice, i told my parents:
Let's be reasonable here, i can't write a book. the blog i always show off to you, that's just me writing for the fun of it. No one's gonna buy a book written by an anime-loving ex-blogger (assuming i'd stop blogging at that particular point in time) who writes rubbish (i prolly said something more parent-friendly like 'silly stuff'). Besides, my language sucks (parent-friendly version: 'is bad') and i haven't the slightest clue as how to write formally, let alone a whole book.
There. That should put some sense back into the conversation. NOT!
My dad always has a way of convincing me to do amazing stuff by spinning the most beautiful lies. Hahaha.. he says my writings aren't rubbish
(they are) and who cares about bombastic words and amazing literary vocabs, heck John Grisham never bothered with those and yet he's always on New York Times bestsellers
list. "Besides", my dad says, "i love your writing, it's honest and good" (we all know that's not true eh? He's my dad. That's what all dads say to their children). =P
But hey i thought, this could actually be something worth thinking about. After some heated discussion about printing cost, book cover, grammar patrol, editors yada yada.... i started to warm up to the idea of writing a book. I guess it's not such a far-fetched idea after all.
So anyway, I prolly
would write a book someday.
And when i do, i'll try making it good.
Be sure to buy them. I can even give you discounts! d^__^b
[Hahahaha... who's over their heads now, ne?]
