Scribbles From The Past

Writing is hard work.

Revisiting old writing is hard work, if not even harder.

Earlier this week, I took a long dreary stroll along memory lane at Xanga. It was my first blog, beginning in 2003 before drawing to an abrupt close in 2005.

During my journey down Via Memoriae, I concluded one thing: dead blogs are like dead dogs - mangy, decaying and best left alone to RIP. I tripped on missing images. I stumbled on outdated html coding which rendered the blog unreadable in Safari and Firefox browsers. There was even a mention of Netscape in one entry. Good grief.

Fortunately, I found three short scribbles amidst the decrepit remains of what used to be an emotional hideaway. They were all attempts at fiction writing in early 2003. I decided to paste these scribbles below for old times' sake. I assume Blogger, having been bought over by Future-Supreme-Dictator-Of-The-World-Google, will possess a healthier lifespan than Xanga.

Raising The Dead... Blog

Fast forward three years, and look what we have here - a new post! :D

To be frank, I never thought I'd post another entry here. I cannot recall what led to the abandonment of this blog or my previous blogs at xanga and diaryland. Suffice to say, my interest in blogging has been rekindled for two reasons:

My All In All - Lessons From An Ant

The greatest lesson I learnt today, came not from my lecturer in class.

Nor did it come from an inspirational book cleverly written to get people inspired about inspiration and do little else.

Nope. The greatest lesson I learnt for today appeared suddenly, unexpectedly, and came as a reminder in the form of one of the tiniest and least of creatures:

A humble ant.

Food For Thought: A Former Food Writer Reflects (Part One)

The Land Of Id

"You're an idiot."

I blinked. The source of accusation, seated in his big CEO seat, continued to speak despite my baffled look.

"You're an idiot for leaving the company."

Lying on the table before him was my proposal for the company's online magazine. The ezine (so it was called) was long overdue for a revamp in content, focus and design. And as the writer 'in charge' of the company's ezine, I was responsible for coming up with the proposal for the revamp. Having resigned from my job two months ago however, it became necessary to hand the ezine project over to my new colleague, who's taking over my position as Feature Writer.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

A daughter takes after her mother. And to that, I plead guilty.

Literally.

Glaring at the little AXS station in West Coast Highway Macdonalds, I did what I never thought I would have to do.

"Do you plead guilty to the charge?" flashed the little message on the screen, with a bright cheery green icon underneath, declaring 'YES'.

Do I have a choice? Apparently not, smirked the machine. If you wish to contest this and avoid paying the fine, it snidely added, you can slog it out in court on the 30th of June.

Like any good citizen who wishes to avoid facing a judge and all the hassles of court, I meekly admitted to my crime.