Twenty questions, part three.
Yes. Five years later, and here we are.
Little has changed, I think.
Well, it has been an awesome ride so far. From organising blog gatherings (#1 and #2) to being nominated for a blog award to getting dua-sen-ed – I almost had it all.
Along the way we grow – some may say, older and wiser – but I guess no one knows that for sure. Plain old text and words strung together forming sentences that bring either meaning or nothing – and still we soldier on.
I have to admit this: the fire is burning out. Slowly. Entries have dwindled; changing of layouts have gone from, previously monthly, to now an annual affair.
There was a time when I naively thought this could go on forever. Now, I am not so sure. Not unless I keep writing about my job, for that is where I find plenty to rant about (and yet I cannot!), because – as you already know – I have no social life whatsoever.
Besides, I am not the type to suddenly whip out a camera at a restaurant and snap pictures of eating utensils, much to the confusion of bewildered onlookers.
And now, the ball is in your court. If you are reading this, take control of your keyboard. Drop a hello and leave me your name – because I would really, really, really, like to get to know you better.
Naturally, most have come and go; some inadvertently got here while trying to find out why their left eyelid twitches. So.
Who are you, and why are you here? Do I still annoy you greatly? What were your thoughts when you first got here – were you going “Good grief, this rambling maniac writes so vaguely, I feel like throttling her already!”, or “Ah, a spelling error, but she might chop me to pieces for pointing it out…”?
Alternately, if you have any questions that you would like me to answer for you as well – ask away. (I may just redirect you to a search engine. Snicker.)
Do you still want to know why the sky is blue? What is six times nine plus ten? Am I really someone you thought you knew? How would I react if I got a role in the green code movies? Can I sing well enough to make your plants grow? Have I watched a feathered dragon doing cartwheels at the movies recently?
I think that is the least I could do in return. But I can too, possibly, reserve you a copy of a blook – should I finally get around to doing one.
Let us see where we are a year later. For we are all virtual nothings floating in cyberspace.
Twenty questions. Not really.
Twenty questions, part two.