Rarely do I have to blog. I mean, I often blog. But I blog as per planned, or as and when I like to blog. Thanks to my friend Supriya – the same lady who reminded me of that strange moment 12:34:56 7/8/9 while I was choosing my lunch dishes near the National Library one sunny afternoon – I was reminded that today is the 9th of September zero nine.
So what am I going to write? My new blogger friend Heyzanie (please pop by and say hi) wants to get into the rhythm of writing every day. Good for her! I have gone through that period of writing every day and to me, the merit is that I got into this rhythm of wanting to make my life interesting each day. So that I have something to write. It is the goal that drives the outcome.
As time goes by, I want to focus my energy to create, or attempt to create posts of higher quality at times, more voluminous at times. And that takes, time. Like that holiday trip journals that I have been working on since June. Two more entries to go and I am done, done! Or like those articles I write, on that phone I love to use. The latest article has a word count of close to 5,000! Gasp! Fortunately that is a phone that I love to use eh? In any case, word counts don’t mean much, I know. But like my buddy TK – inspiring no less – training to run a full marathon. I reckon distance matters, daily persistence matters – when it all adds up, it matters.
Imagine. If I am to write 5,000 words a day, in just two weeks, I would have written a novel of a decent size, in today’s standard. Not bad huh? Now, all I need to do is to find something passionate to write about. Same passion as to my beloved phone.
I have thought about starting this entry with a song idea that has been in my head today. But I reckon the subject may alienate some of my valuable readers, you. Who cares about lyrics and songwriting? Just give us the beats! And hence, I am hiding this few paragraphs, into the middle of this entry. To my estimation, most people would start to lose focus after the 256th word. So here is safe.
My 159th song would begin with something like: It’s September. Far as she remembers. And she’s been waiting. For him to appear. Familiar faces. Familiar places. Turning into a stone. She may appear. Her heart still beats. On what little she remembers. She said it’s not fair. He smiled and queried why. It was September. If only he could be here. It was snow, in September. And it snows. Those glittering tears.
In all seriousness, at times I dream of what to write if I was a writer. A real writer. Not just a blogger. I am not sure if I am a good story writer, able to craft an entertaining plot from thin air. Certainly not having strong opinions on the governments or the way societies are today. Hence those classic stories of writing a story with a hidden agenda is out. That leaves only my personal journal and my observation on the things around me. I mean, would you pay to read these entries? In all seriousness?
Yes, there is something I wish to blog about. And if my prediction is right, people often skip all of the above after the 256th character and head straight to the last paragraph of an entry. Here! I am not sure if you remember there are things I wish to do, before 2009 ends. Let’s just say, I am well on target. I have passed my Spanish examination and have ripped my entire CD collection into digital format. I would want to look into my music next.
PS 1. Believe it or not, I have scheduled this post to be out at 9.09 pm. When the clock struck 09.09.09 09:09:09, my site hanged or crashed. Just when the post was supposed to be out. In Cantonese, nine means forever. And for the last 1 hour, it sure felt like forever.
Oh, thank you Darkspore for magically bringing my site back up (once again). What am I to do without you?
PS 2. Why the photo of the fan? If there is one thing that watches over me while I blog, that would be …