I am guilty of not writing everyday. And sometimes, I need to write lists so that I understand why my behaviour is the way it is. Here are my top blogging road blocks, do you share any of them?
- TV – there are days when watching the idiot box is so mind-numbingly relaxing that all you have to do is switch it on, find some generic programme (like Eastenders, which I vowed I would never watch, but now find myself occasionally paying attention to the convolutedly complicated storylines!).
- the Kindle – I’ve got probably 50 books in it now and to-date, out of the 50, I’ve only read 5, although, quite successfully, am reading book Number 6 now, PG’s The Red Queen. What can I say, I love to read!
- my health – I don’t really want to whine too much (and let’s be honest here, I am quite the whiner when I want to be!) and I’ve been feeling under the whether these days and I’d rather be in bed than sit up tapping away in front of a computer. I don’t necessarily want to write about my illness because I kind of feel like I’m putting too much negativity out if I write about how crappy I feel all the time!
- pure and simple procrastination – I am and have always been a procrastinator (it’s in my genes I think, the tendency to procrastinate!) and that’s been a problem in terms of blogging. I may have a brilliant idea about a blog entry but because I will, more often than not, forget to write things down (even if I have every imaginable piece of tech to do that, even when on the go: iPhone, pen, paper!) or I tell myself I’ll blog later and end up not blogging at all!
- Facebook and Twitter – quite frankly, I think this is the major culprit. Most of the time, when I do go online, I open 3 tabs: Twitter, Facebook and WordPress. I do, however, get stuck on catching up on missed tweets and my friends’ Facebook updates. I should resolve to do more writing than social networking, especially since I’ve started blogging again because I want to actually write a book!
- Work-Life Balance – I think work stress is also getting to me that sometimes I just want to switch off when I get home. And this is what I don’t like. Work used to be fun…but I find that more and more, things are getting heaped on my plate which aren’t part of my job description. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy I have a job that, most of the time, I enjoy. But it would be nice to have a better, less blue-aired (the person I share a space with, I don’t think understands that for there to be productivity between individuals who share a space, there has to be a give-and-take and a mutual respect of values and the idea of personal space. I get it, you are who you are. But you also need to take into consideration, who I am. I need quiet to function. Your constant nattering is seriously getting to me!—right, rant over! Shake it off! Shake it off!), more collaborative environment (less of the “you do the grunt work, I do the sexy bit on the end” remarks, because seriously, what you do is miles away from my definition of sexy!—Really, rant time’s over now!).
- Emails – really, if I was doing any writing, I’d really rather write to my rellies more than anything! 🙂
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I was terribly ill when they announced the engagement, so I was at home. I always make it a point to watch BBC Breakfast when I’m at home and as it happens, I was ill for several days and needed a pick-me-up on the day that they announced the engagement. So there I was, feeling feverish, stomach completely unstable, stubbornly sitting on the couch, waiting for William and Kate to make the announcement well and truly official. And after the announcement, the next thing to wait for was the actual wedding. And after all the waiting for all the announcements, we’re finally here. The Royal Wedding Day.
I got up an hour later than I planned. I wanted to watch all the pre-wedding goings on on telly. But as it happens, I woke up at 9AM instead of 8AM. I rushed out to the front room so I could plonk myself on the sofa, switched on my laptop so I could tweet (I tweet a lot, I think!) and had a bacon and egg sandwich to get me through the morning (I had a pork roast planned for the mid-day meal—midday used quite loosely as I figured I wouldn’t be able to cook until waaaay after the wedding coverage was over! Think 2PM?). I think only the wedding scrooges would say anything negative about it. It was a lovely wedding of a beautiful couple. And, because I’m a hopeless romantic, I’d like to think that it was not only a wonderful partnership strengthened by time, it was a meeting of minds and a melding of hearts (how fanciful is that?!?).
All throughout the day, I couldn’t help but think of Damien Rice’s song Blower’s Daughter. It seemed like a good song for the soundtrack of the wedding, if you will. Because really, you couldn’t really take your eyes off William and Kate and how stunning Kate was and how dashing William looked in his uniform (despite the hairloss! Sorry! it just had to be said as his receding hairline was a bit like the elephant in the room. He is, what is called in the Philippines, “now showing”.).
I think it was brilliant timing for a wedding. It was just what Great Britain needed. And it’s given the British people a chance to fall in love with the monarchy again.
Oh and to St Kate and St William, THANK YOU FOR THE EXTRA BANK HOLIDAY! 🙂
It’s the eve of the wedding of the decade–maybe even the century. It would’ve been hard to miss the fact that Diana’s son William, future king of England, was marrying his college sweetheart Kate Middleton. To be honest, even the staunchest of royal watchers would’ve probably gone off the wedding for a while, after the non-stop TV coverage of what the media thought to be the ins and outs of the wedding. But I won’t be a hypocrite and say I didn’t enjoy the newsbits. I lapped it up, like a good little Royals watcher! Haha!
And as people trace the path of the horse-drawn carriage that the newly wed royal couple will follow towards the Buckingham Palace, I find myself thinking about the last time I’d seen the Mall…properly.
We found our places in the rotunda near the monument for Queen Victoria in front of Buckingham Palace ahead of time because I wanted to see the Changing of the Guard ceremony.
We watched the Changing of the Guard and witnessed something else spectacular! Oopsie poopsie horsey! 🙂
While there will be naysayers, I’m sure a lot of people who won’t come down to London to brave the unbelievable crowds, like me, will be watching from the relative comforts of their homes. I will be up early (BBC coverage starts at 8AM) and I will be watching the pre-wedding reporting until they show coverage of the wedding. I may just shed a tear when they come out on the balcony and share their first public kiss. I mean, hey, everybody loves a wedding! 🙂
I can’t vote, but I care about what happens to Britain. I live here! I keep encouraging people to vote, as a practice, because it is a right and everyone must exercise their right to vote. If you don’t vote, your whinging about the government doesn’t hold water because you didn’t do what you could to express your choice. You can’t complain because you didn’t vote. But that’s just me!
After listening to so many reports and people trying to explain the AV vote, I finally understand it. And now that I understand it, I can put in my 2 cents’ worth. I’d vote NO, if I could vote.
Because, as a voter, I would want my vote to be counted as one vote for the person I chose to vote for. I don’t want to run the risk of my vote being redistributed to someone I did not even consider when I made my choice. The alternative vote runs the risk of “reallocating” my vote to someone who I didn’t vote for. And that, I feel, negates the expression of choice that I made.
There, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I feel a lot better.
…from the impromptu vacation I’ve just had, also known as the Easter 4-day weekend!
I am battling what seems to be a mystery illness. Although to be honest, I’ve never really been quite a 100% since I got really ill during the time that swine flu was rampaging through the UK (I suspect that I had swine flu because I had all the symptoms but I just treated it like normal flu–ironically, three weeks after I got sick, I started working for a swine flu centre!).
I sometimes worry that the doctor I’m seeing doesn’t seem to take my complaints seriously (which was why I stopped going to see the GP). I also don’t want to be labeled as a hypochondriac and keep trying to consult with the GP because I get the feeling that most of my complaints aren’t taken as seriously. I also try to make excuses for the GP and say to myself that sometimes the attention isn’t there because they’re really busy and their schedules are always packed.
So my symptoms are: fatigue, achy joints, feeling like I’m getting a fever, really sensitive stomach, intermittent diarrhea and constipation, nausea, intermittent pounding headaches, backpains, sinusitis.
Would anyone know what this might be?
This is a song that I loved singing. I can’t wait till I can once again hear the Fairview Park United Methodist Church Chancel Choir sing this song. This is one of my choir favourites, and I always smiled when singing this song because it, for me, epitomised what Easter was.
Was watching Britain’s Got Talent and saw this act in Glasgow do a nursery rhyme mashup ala Frisky and Mannish. All the judges obviously hadn’t heard of Frisky and Mannish and the kind of fabulous music that they do. So here is the real deal. This was when they performed on Scott Mills’ radio show: