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The Bored Boring Blogger

I’m stealing some time from work (while waiting for some files to be downloaded, just in case my boss wants an explanation) to write about something that’s been lingering in my mind for the past few days already.  By the way, it’s Day 3 to my new job, it’s been great but I’ll save that for next time.


I’ve been blogging for four damn years.

To some, that’s considered a short period of time – but to me, it’s long enough to observe the gradual change in the things I write and the way I write them.  In other words, in the span of four years my outlook on life has changed and I pay attention to different things now.

I was browsing through my old archives in my older blogs and I must say that I was once more open and would blog about almost anything that came my way.  And then I started making friends on the blogosphere, where some did turn out to be real-time, offline buddies that I’m very grateful for. Blog-hopping and checking for feeds were almost customary every morning.  Exchanging links and comments, as I’ve learned, are basic blog-tiquettes.

Yet somehow, after four years – I’ve forgotten why I started a blog in the first place.  My blog was supposed to be a place where I could write all I want, regardless of what others think, and it should represent my innermost thoughts even if I was going to contradict myself the year after.  It’s supposed to allow change, at my own pace, my own words.

I’m not saying that I haven’t been blogging honestly, I have.  And I love my readers and their inputs.  But these days, I find it difficult to write about things I used to few years ago.  Maybe I’ve grown a bit older, and my thoughts have become deeper and boring.  There’s a funny trend that I’ve observed throughout my blogging years – it’s that if I write deep, thought-provoking, personal, dull stuff – the inputs from readers reduce tremendously, sometimes none at all.  Which is strange because most of the time, those are the topics that open rooms for discussion.

Because of that, I’ve kept those random thoughts to myself more, and began to write about things that would be deemed “alright” for the public.  There are days when I only have a few lines to pen, and I would have dedicated an entry for that but now, I’d think it’s a waste of space and time for my readers.

Remember The Child, The Dauber, The Writer and all the dimensions I once wrote?  Somewhere along the way, The Child has been neglected, and that sometimes mean that The Writer has lost his soul.

And I’m damn bored of writing without soul.

If I lose all my readers one day it’s most likely my own fault.  I’ve probably moved my blogs a tad too often, and I think I owe my readers an explanation.  Truth is, I’m very keen in learning how websites work.  I like meddling with codes just to see something different appear.  Most of the time, moving just means I’ve found a new opportunity to explore the website world a little bit more.  It’s a bit like hitchhiking, where one is never on a permanent spot but is gradually finding solid ground.

Which is why I bought the domain:  http://www.the-kooky-jar.com.  A hitchhiker can be at many places, but has only one name, one identity.  I’ve been told I’d lose readers for shifting, but that’s the least of my concerns.  Blogging isn’t about gaining popularity – at least not for me – it’s mainly a form of sharing.  I’m really thankful for those who have been so kind to update their feeds and links each time I move, and readers who have stuck on – but whatever it is, just remember that I can always be found at “www.the-kooky-jar.com” – nothing more, nothing less.

I think I’ll be taking a break from blogging for a while.  Not quitting, but just a short break – to find the consistency, the purpose, the honesty and The Child.  Perhaps for a better blog to come, who knows?

Til the next chapter,
The Writer

Clicking My Heels Three Times


And we’ll ride into the sun together.

My former high school principal once told me that.  We were graduating and she was retiring on the same year, and that was the one sentence she told me during one of our little pep-talks we used to have in her office.

I’ve officially finished my exams – which means it’s the end of the 2nd year of my degree.  Which also means, I’m pretty much halfway there.  It’s like the end of the honeymoon phase, because next year onwards, I’ll be having bigger and tougher projects, and then internship and next thing I know I’ll be finishing my final year.  Everybody says time flies, but suddenly it seems like it’s been boarding a rocket all ready to hit the moon in seconds.

Inclusive of my foundation year here, it has been a total of 3 years since I started a new life here.  I could barely call it life then, I hated this place that much but I’m quite glad I’ve been moved out of my comfort zone.  I’ve learned so much in this deserted place.  My friends and I usually describe our university as one that “sprouts out from nowhere”.

Unlike my seniors who will be graduating this semester, I won’t want to write a long recount of the things that I’ve encountered and learned yet.  But I just want to put this post up to mark the mid-point of everything.  The transition.  The change that awaits.

I probably have too many sunset photos stored in my computer, but I won’t be putting them up as often as I did before now.  Next semester I’ll be changing to a new room, somewhere with less spectacular view, but hopefully better wireless connection.  It’s the same house, just different room, and I might be having a new bunch of housemates since most of them are leaving for internship next semester.

As for the coming holidays, there are already things on my to-do list, but the first thing I want to go home when I reach home is to stay home.  Just be one with my room, bed, TV, everything once again.

One thing for sure, I’d want to spend time writing more.  If there is one thing that still bugs me being in the community here is that I find an exponential deterioration in my proficiency of the language.

It feels weird to go to bed without having to cram some necessary academic information into my head.

Good night.

Counting Down


I’m not studying in the library today.  Was so sleepy after my paper this morning I had to go back to my room to catch some snooze before I start revising for the next one.  My exam schedule this week has been pure madness – but I’m grateful I’ve made it through so far.  I don’t usually talk about my studies because there’s nothing about it to boast about but I think I’ve learned one important lesson this time around:

The mind is more powerful than one can imagine.

One more paper : Mechanical Engineering Design II, and then I’m all set to pack and go.


And So It Begins.

I received this SMS this morning from Mildred.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are at war.
I pray for a fight that will end in glory.
Blood will be shed, but damn it, we will win this!
Onward, charge!

Yes, my exams begin today.


The Kooky Jar has gone back to the basics.

No fancy-wancy designs or theme, but just a basic, stripped-down version of a site.

When I first decided to go a step further with The Kooky Jar and its cause, I was very blessed with generous souls who would go all out to give me a hand.

One of them, is CC, a fellow blogger whom I’ve never personally met, but has been so kind and gracious to me.

A talented designer and photographer, CC kindly web-hosted my site for free, because she believed in my dreams.  When someone whom you barely know would go to such great lengths for you when she could have earned from more worthy clients, it means a whole lot.

And it meant so much to me, that I cannot express the depth of my gratitude in words.

When I needed some changes with the settings, she kindly tweaked and experimented for me, and mind you, I am one fussy pot when it comes to these things.  She never once complained, never once questioned.

Where to find people like that lah???

It’s been so long now, months, that I began to feel guilty.  It’s like staying in someone’s house for a long time with free food, free water and electricity, and not having to pay rent.  I know, it’s like the best deal ever, but my parents have taught me to live within my means.  Big dreams should come with sensibility once in a while.

And so, I decided to return the space to her.  After all, with my 3rd year coming up and internship next year, no one knows how much The Kooky Jar will be able to progress with all this in between.

But I’m keeping my own domain.  http://www.the-kooky-jar.com will remain.  Please take note that http://www.the-kooky-jar.com/blog will no longer redirect to my site.  Just http://www.the-kooky-jar.com.  Nothing more, nothing less.  If you have linked my site with the subdomain address (with /blog), do make the appropriate amendments.

CC, I owe you BIG time.  If you ever need a favor (or many, many favors) from me, just ask.  If it’s within my power, your wish is my command.  God bless you and your big, fluffly generous heart!

Feeling the Heat

It’s been sweltering hot lately.

The weather, for one, has been inhumane. I find myself sweating like a pig each time I walk from one place to another, or even just sitting still in my seat, with the windows open. A few of us has been affected by the drowsy spell cast by the humidity in the air. Yes, we have beautiful sunsets, but I prefer the clouds and cool breeze anytime.

Also heating up are our nerves. I think there is something seriously wrong with the way things are run in my course this semester. Because this is actually my last week of school before we enter Study Week, and so far I have completed 2 tests and one project. Guess how many more to go? 2 more tests, 2 more quizzes, 2 more projects. Except for one quiz, everything is due this week.

I have two papers today. Finished one at 8 this morning, and going for another one at 8pm later. When I’ve downed this one, I’m still not halfway there.

Why must they give us our projects and tests so last minute? We’re usually penalized if we submit our work late, can the people in-charge be penalized for handing out our work late too? Sometimes I get the feeling that we’re being stuffed with work so that those people can get their job done and get paid. Yes, I’m ranting. So sue me.

But alas, each time one boggy has been tackled, the feeling of relief is undeniable. We slave ourselves to finish one task, and another and the next. When we look back, we’d actually think, “Wow, did we do all that?”

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.  Plus, I’ve been learning to take power naps.  Awesome stuff, I tell you.  Just 20 minutes and I feel refreshed all over.  If this keeps up, I might just adopt the polyphasic aka Uberman sleep that geniuses like Da Vinci practiced and forgo the regular 8-hour regime entirely!

No, I’m just kidding.  No way I’m spending less time with my bed.  But power naps are really good to just zone off and get the mind rested for awhile.

And guess what, this evening the sky has been showing hints of dark clouds and faraway thunder echoing softly with the cool breeze. I can smell rain. It’s coming. 😉