And the week has started off again. Good morning world!
I must say that my post yesterday wasn't really the writing-me, and I was sort of really not into whatever I was writing, and yet the comments to it definitely made me smile! Thank you for putting a big smile on my face, not just your awesome comments but the fact that these were comments from my best friends and best co-bloggers. Yes I am a sentimental fool. I'm weird like that.
Funnily, something I noted was that the one post that has the highest views is the one where I did not write one word. My "I has a sad" post garnered the most attention. So, that's how it is huh? Shall I start with my Charlie Chaplin routine and express myself without words from now on? Bahaha. Yeah yeah, I am joking. (I wasn't really looking forward to the moochy and tophat.)
Now as a continuance on the topic of my new layout, now that I do have the feedback, I think I'll try to put down some sort of explanation.
It starts off with Supercalifragilisticsexyalidocious. The general first reaction followed along the lines of "Huh?" "Say what?" "Erm, okaay then" and "Watdaaa..." Most people who really are very used to me just took it in stride. Because this is typical me. I like to be wacky. I like to be outside the box. Through the years despite the varying circumstances I find myself in, I often hear one phrase. "Sometimes I wonder about you."
Hey, sometimes I wonder about myself also. I might gear myself up to do something that a part of me wouldn't ever dare to do, then I do it full throttle, and after I ask myself, "Did I really just do that?". If I were still a monkey (keep your remarks to yourself) I would most likely always be the kind who'd always be scratching its own head except that I wouldn't be able to because I'd always be off and away swinging around like I found banana-crack. Or maybe not. I might be the type who'd find the topmost branch and just sit there staring at the clouds and stars and thinking and wondering all day long. Who knows. Just thinking of being a monkey in a monkey world just took me into a whole range of possibilities that could be portrayed as an entire movie.
Because I digress. Figuratively and yes, literally. So as I was saying, I like to be wacky. One of the most vivid memories of my childhood is one of me sitting in my new first grade class, and it was that part of the day when the class had to write in their journal and illustrate their story or whatever it was they wrote. I remember being so lost in my own world, and I had made a whole story up about being able to drive up the rainbow to a magical world. I vividly recall the colours of my rainbow in crayons and the sense of the other kids at the table being struck with their typical attention deficit disorders and peering at me (the new girl) concentrating so thoroughly. I didn't have to say a word to prove myself to them, in a matter of minutes of a few squares of drawing with a bunch of kids watching over my shoulder, I had myself new friends.
This memory is one of the setting stones in what I feel makes me who I am. I've gone through life without really caring about what other's will think about me. When I fall in public, I am the first one to laugh at myself. Despite being a girl, I've put up my own fists against bullies who dared hurt my friends or siblings. I've challenged the guys at outdoor sports and becoming undefeated gained their respect, and in the same way, the other girls' envy (oops). As I once said: I don't care what you think because I am proud of who I am.
I'm wacky. I'm proud of it, if it makes you laugh. I'm crazy. It allows me to reach for the stars while other people are afraid to. I dare to dream. I know it can hurt, but somehow I still do. And I live. In as many colours possible.
A kaleidoscope is a circle of mirrors, allowing the viewer to look into one end as light enters the other end, creating a colourful pattern, due to the reflection off the mirrors. What do you see?
I must say that my post yesterday wasn't really the writing-me, and I was sort of really not into whatever I was writing, and yet the comments to it definitely made me smile! Thank you for putting a big smile on my face, not just your awesome comments but the fact that these were comments from my best friends and best co-bloggers. Yes I am a sentimental fool. I'm weird like that.
Funnily, something I noted was that the one post that has the highest views is the one where I did not write one word. My "I has a sad" post garnered the most attention. So, that's how it is huh? Shall I start with my Charlie Chaplin routine and express myself without words from now on? Bahaha. Yeah yeah, I am joking. (I wasn't really looking forward to the moochy and tophat.)
Now as a continuance on the topic of my new layout, now that I do have the feedback, I think I'll try to put down some sort of explanation.
It starts off with Supercalifragilisticsexyalidocious. The general first reaction followed along the lines of "Huh?" "Say what?" "Erm, okaay then" and "Watdaaa..." Most people who really are very used to me just took it in stride. Because this is typical me. I like to be wacky. I like to be outside the box. Through the years despite the varying circumstances I find myself in, I often hear one phrase. "Sometimes I wonder about you."
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| Alice through the Looking Glass |
Because I digress. Figuratively and yes, literally. So as I was saying, I like to be wacky. One of the most vivid memories of my childhood is one of me sitting in my new first grade class, and it was that part of the day when the class had to write in their journal and illustrate their story or whatever it was they wrote. I remember being so lost in my own world, and I had made a whole story up about being able to drive up the rainbow to a magical world. I vividly recall the colours of my rainbow in crayons and the sense of the other kids at the table being struck with their typical attention deficit disorders and peering at me (the new girl) concentrating so thoroughly. I didn't have to say a word to prove myself to them, in a matter of minutes of a few squares of drawing with a bunch of kids watching over my shoulder, I had myself new friends.
This memory is one of the setting stones in what I feel makes me who I am. I've gone through life without really caring about what other's will think about me. When I fall in public, I am the first one to laugh at myself. Despite being a girl, I've put up my own fists against bullies who dared hurt my friends or siblings. I've challenged the guys at outdoor sports and becoming undefeated gained their respect, and in the same way, the other girls' envy (oops). As I once said: I don't care what you think because I am proud of who I am.
I'm wacky. I'm proud of it, if it makes you laugh. I'm crazy. It allows me to reach for the stars while other people are afraid to. I dare to dream. I know it can hurt, but somehow I still do. And I live. In as many colours possible.
A kaleidoscope is a circle of mirrors, allowing the viewer to look into one end as light enters the other end, creating a colourful pattern, due to the reflection off the mirrors. What do you see?
