Sunday, October 23, 2011
Did I ever mention how much a love clothes?
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Write More and Complain Less
Oh internet. How is it that you simultaneously manage to embody in my psyche two paradoxical images: a world of information through which everyone can see everything and all beings are connected, and a soulless black-hole, absorbing all language and ideas and feeding it to no one?
The number of times I've scanned stranger's blogs, only to see the words "Is anybody out there?", "Is anybody even reading this?", "Should I even bother blogging when I'm blogging to no one?" - or words to that effect, makes me sad. To their melancholy questions I reply, yes. Yes you should keep on keeping on. You should keep on writing. Because it is just as important to practice writing as it is to have people read it. The people who's blogs are 'popular' in my experience, are the ones which belong to people who have, in their own way, become masters of language. Their words come alive on the screen. They make us laugh, cry, and think. Great writers (yes, great writers do exist on the world-wide-web. Not just in books with aged covers and dust-coatings three inches thick) always manage to entice the reader into thinking - whether they realise it or not.
Writing frequently helps you develop a style, a turn of phrase, an ease, and a new-found confidence. The bloggers I truly admire are the ones who can churn out thought-provoking entertainment in under ten minutes. But I'm pretty sure most of them haven't been able to do it since birth. Like all things, writing that captures a people's attention (and yes, the internet in this reference is indeed classed as 'a people') requires practice and discipline.
So come on people! Don't complain about your lack of views! Just keep on keeping on and make people want to read your words.
If you hadn't guessed by now, this is my way of telling myself that I need to write more.
The number of times I've scanned stranger's blogs, only to see the words "Is anybody out there?", "Is anybody even reading this?", "Should I even bother blogging when I'm blogging to no one?" - or words to that effect, makes me sad. To their melancholy questions I reply, yes. Yes you should keep on keeping on. You should keep on writing. Because it is just as important to practice writing as it is to have people read it. The people who's blogs are 'popular' in my experience, are the ones which belong to people who have, in their own way, become masters of language. Their words come alive on the screen. They make us laugh, cry, and think. Great writers (yes, great writers do exist on the world-wide-web. Not just in books with aged covers and dust-coatings three inches thick) always manage to entice the reader into thinking - whether they realise it or not.
Writing frequently helps you develop a style, a turn of phrase, an ease, and a new-found confidence. The bloggers I truly admire are the ones who can churn out thought-provoking entertainment in under ten minutes. But I'm pretty sure most of them haven't been able to do it since birth. Like all things, writing that captures a people's attention (and yes, the internet in this reference is indeed classed as 'a people') requires practice and discipline.
So come on people! Don't complain about your lack of views! Just keep on keeping on and make people want to read your words.
If you hadn't guessed by now, this is my way of telling myself that I need to write more.
Friday, March 25, 2011
00Bunnies
I see bunnies in my neighbourhood. No I don't mean wild rabbits. And I don't mean domesticated bunnies in there hutches through gaps in the neighbour's fence. I mean domesticated bunnies which have been allowed by their owners to roam free in the wilderness. You know, if the wildnerness was a quiet, pretty little Australian suburb.
There are two sets of bunnies - white-ish ones from the pioneer house (the first to let the bunnies loose) and brown bunnies from the house next door (perhaps they've started a free-range bunny club?). Now they started out close to home, hopping about their front yard, maybe venturing a few metres either side. But now they range far and wide! Don't get me wrong, these little fluffballs make my day. When I go out power walking they're a site for sore eyes - making me giggle and coo no matter how bad why days been. I speak to them like naughty children - the one's you can never be really cross at because they're just too damn cute! But I worry about them, you see. My whole family does. They've been taking little trips further and further afield and the other day dad and mum saw one squashed on the road :'( I can't tell you how sad it made me feel. I don't even know the people who own these gorgeous creatures. Before now I never even cared for bunny rabbits - being more a cat person. But seeing their little twitching noses in the early morning frost or late afternoon sun, really made me smile. When they're ears are up they look like the cadbury bunnies ^_^ They're something to look out for - to look forward to. And I genuinely worry about their safety. We all do.
I'm assuming that they're all male bunnies. Cute as they are, an infestation would not be good for the local flora or fauna. But as none seem to be getting any rounder (and I would hope no one in my neighbourhood could be that stupid) I'm guessing they're a bunch of bruising boys. And by bruising I mean round and fluffy and adorable! *Insert squeal*
What can I say? These little fellows have really captured by heart - and all my English skills. It's like I'm talking to babies. And for all those who think it's crazy I'm talking to non-human entities at all, shut up. We all do it.
So all I can do is keep my fingers crossed for the little fuzzballs, and keep patiently reminding them as I stroll by, that they really should stay away from the highway.
There are two sets of bunnies - white-ish ones from the pioneer house (the first to let the bunnies loose) and brown bunnies from the house next door (perhaps they've started a free-range bunny club?). Now they started out close to home, hopping about their front yard, maybe venturing a few metres either side. But now they range far and wide! Don't get me wrong, these little fluffballs make my day. When I go out power walking they're a site for sore eyes - making me giggle and coo no matter how bad why days been. I speak to them like naughty children - the one's you can never be really cross at because they're just too damn cute! But I worry about them, you see. My whole family does. They've been taking little trips further and further afield and the other day dad and mum saw one squashed on the road :'( I can't tell you how sad it made me feel. I don't even know the people who own these gorgeous creatures. Before now I never even cared for bunny rabbits - being more a cat person. But seeing their little twitching noses in the early morning frost or late afternoon sun, really made me smile. When they're ears are up they look like the cadbury bunnies ^_^ They're something to look out for - to look forward to. And I genuinely worry about their safety. We all do.
I'm assuming that they're all male bunnies. Cute as they are, an infestation would not be good for the local flora or fauna. But as none seem to be getting any rounder (and I would hope no one in my neighbourhood could be that stupid) I'm guessing they're a bunch of bruising boys. And by bruising I mean round and fluffy and adorable! *Insert squeal*
What can I say? These little fellows have really captured by heart - and all my English skills. It's like I'm talking to babies. And for all those who think it's crazy I'm talking to non-human entities at all, shut up. We all do it.
So all I can do is keep my fingers crossed for the little fuzzballs, and keep patiently reminding them as I stroll by, that they really should stay away from the highway.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Rethinking this
I think it might be best for me to just write in this blog when I have something to say - rather than every single day. I just feel that at the moment it's all a bit of a rushed afterthought. And you know what they say about quality and quantity.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Maybe not hopeless... but probably...
[Referring to my last blog]
It turns out that Meredith Ann Pierce (author of the Darkangel Trilogy and bringer of THE WORST ENDING IN HISTORY besides "And then I woke up and realised it was all a dream") wrote this in an interview:
"Anybody who considers that a satisfying ending is nuts. Take heart! I intend to shift focus to Irrylath and show him as a very human character coming to grips with a life of duty, devoid of personal satisfaction or love. No longer overshadowed by Aerial, Irrylath must forgive himself for his crimes as a darkangel, regain his wings and discover the secret that will set both him and Aerial free. Aerial will learn the high personal cost of surrendering herself, however nobly, to Ravenna's planetary rescue plan."
The last book was supposed to end on the line "Here end for a time the adventures of Aerial. The adventures of Irrylath have only begun". However her publishers vetoed the decision.
So is there hope for this book series yet? I should hope so. But seeing as the last book was published in twenty-one years ago, I'm not so sure. Ms Pierce has made her readers wait two decades and still we don't have a satisfying ending. I doubt one is coming. However, at least I know Areal and Irrylath will end up together. Even if it isn't written on paper.
It turns out that Meredith Ann Pierce (author of the Darkangel Trilogy and bringer of THE WORST ENDING IN HISTORY besides "And then I woke up and realised it was all a dream") wrote this in an interview:
"Anybody who considers that a satisfying ending is nuts. Take heart! I intend to shift focus to Irrylath and show him as a very human character coming to grips with a life of duty, devoid of personal satisfaction or love. No longer overshadowed by Aerial, Irrylath must forgive himself for his crimes as a darkangel, regain his wings and discover the secret that will set both him and Aerial free. Aerial will learn the high personal cost of surrendering herself, however nobly, to Ravenna's planetary rescue plan."
The last book was supposed to end on the line "Here end for a time the adventures of Aerial. The adventures of Irrylath have only begun". However her publishers vetoed the decision.
So is there hope for this book series yet? I should hope so. But seeing as the last book was published in twenty-one years ago, I'm not so sure. Ms Pierce has made her readers wait two decades and still we don't have a satisfying ending. I doubt one is coming. However, at least I know Areal and Irrylath will end up together. Even if it isn't written on paper.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Betrayed
I feel betrayed. Betrayed by an author I trusted. How could she?! How could she do that to her audience?!!! How could she put us through all that pain and sacrifice only to give us the most DEPRESSING and UNSATISFYING and UNFAIR ENDING as ever I've seen in literature???!!!
The author is Meredith Anne Pierce. The books are the Darkangel Trilogy.
I feel so angry. For years I've waited to read the final two books. Years. Ever since I first discovered Darkangel when I was thirteen in my High School library. It was the first book I borrowed. Recently I found the last two books and I have been addicted. I scarcely put either book down except to eat and sleep. And finally, after years of waiting and hoping, after THREE BOOKS and knowing that in the end, the character who has done nothing but sacrifice must get what she desires most - the love of her life, to be told this; that she is to be alone and immortal in a body that is not her own (bar one friend who is mortal and will thus die) for eternity; that she will be controlled by another; that, although the love interest can finally love her back she can never see him again; that she cannot see her love because she must rebuild the world and cannot be allowed 'distractions'; that he can never come stay with her because he must rule his own Kingdom; that he may possibly end up marrying his horrid cousin OR (most likely) be alone for the rest of his life; and that our main character, who we have grown to love and respect, is miserable, alone, a slave to a world she alone can save, and in a way, right back where she started.
What kind of an ending is that?
The author is Meredith Anne Pierce. The books are the Darkangel Trilogy.
I feel so angry. For years I've waited to read the final two books. Years. Ever since I first discovered Darkangel when I was thirteen in my High School library. It was the first book I borrowed. Recently I found the last two books and I have been addicted. I scarcely put either book down except to eat and sleep. And finally, after years of waiting and hoping, after THREE BOOKS and knowing that in the end, the character who has done nothing but sacrifice must get what she desires most - the love of her life, to be told this; that she is to be alone and immortal in a body that is not her own (bar one friend who is mortal and will thus die) for eternity; that she will be controlled by another; that, although the love interest can finally love her back she can never see him again; that she cannot see her love because she must rebuild the world and cannot be allowed 'distractions'; that he can never come stay with her because he must rule his own Kingdom; that he may possibly end up marrying his horrid cousin OR (most likely) be alone for the rest of his life; and that our main character, who we have grown to love and respect, is miserable, alone, a slave to a world she alone can save, and in a way, right back where she started.
What kind of an ending is that?
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