hey!
My internet is being slow at the moment, and I’m waiting for youtube videos to load, so I thought I’d blog. See how much of a PRIORITY you guys are?? ;D
The last time I did BEDA properly 2 years ago, I thought it was worth it because then I got to read maureen johnson’s, hayley’s, and kristina’s blogs for the whole month. But now that I have 2781 unread posts on Google Reader/ Gruml (thanks, Lee!) I have too many blogs to read, because of my numerous subscriptions. So I don’t think BEDA is a reciprocal thing anymore.
I’m at the point in the month (and almost 2/3 of the way through) that I’m beginning to feel that BEDA is a chore; and that I don’t really want to blog; because I don’t have anything interesting to talk about. I’m probably sure that you don’t want to hear about my day, analyzed to 800 words. While I don’t think I’m running out of prospective topics, I’m running out of motivation and topics that might actually be OF INTEREST to you, as opposed to rantrant feminism! rant posts.
Hum. Also I’m not sure how much information to release onto the internet. On one hand, more people read my tweets and watch my videos, but not as many (read: 3) regularly pursue this blog, so I’m fine with sharing things, since I actually know you. I am safely cloaked in anonymity! On the other hand, one is always warned to err on the side of caution whenever one is releasing information on the internet, as anyone can access this information, and use it to... steal your MONIES, and other insidious activities. That’s partly why I’m a little wary of sharing my day with you.
pssh whatever. Let’s move on.
I’ve been thinking of getting a tattoo or a piercing for some time now, and it’s kind of funny because I don’t have any piercings whatsoever. xD I have the same number of orifices in my body as the day I was born! I don’t even have earholes. I do have a lot of scars, though. Ok since I don’t have any piercings, I’ll tell you about my scars:
1) Scar on lip, from when I fell off the bed when I was 7 and bit my lip. I think I blacked out, because I just remember falling off the bed and the next moment I was sitting upright with my mum holding me. My granddad said there was a pool of blood; it was GORY.
2) Scar on my right shoulder, from when my sister bit me when I was 7. We were fighting. We were really rough, I remember. On a separate incident, I gave her a scar on her chin in return.
3) Tiny scar on my left hand, when I bumped into something in the dark after turning the lights off before I went to bed. I didn’t notice the cut until I woke up in the morning. I was 16.
4) Scar on my bum. (yes, I DID say I was going to talk about ALL my scars. :P) Nothing sexy, though, it was from when I was a baby and getting my vaccinations.
5) Scar on my right knee, from when I made myself fall out of the car onto the concrete, just to spite my sister. I think I was about 11. This injury really hurt, and I remember it being excruciatingly painful just to change the band-aid. The wound was quite deep as well. Lesson (not yet) learnt: it doesn’t pay to do anything purely out of spite! My sister was blissfully unaffected by this.
6) Scar on my right heel, from when I was 10. I was at a friend’s birthday party, and someone suggested the game of “grounders”, which is like Tag, but the other rule was that you couldn’t touch the ground. Or that it was easier for you to get tagged while on the ground. I can’t remember. Being the crazy kids that we were, not touching the ground meant that you could climb on ANYTHING, beyond the usual playground equipment; we climbed on the parapet and on top of walls that were as high as we were. I got hurt falling from a wall. My friends panicked, because there was a lot of blood, but I don’t remember it hurting too much. They got scared and stopped playing. This wound took a really long time to heal-- it was angry and red for quite a few months. Now it’s a raised bump on my heel.
Tell me about an interesting scar you have. BATTLE STORIES, people.
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