About 1 year ago there was a video clip on zdnet that told people how to become a professional blogger, or an efficient blogger. Just a few words of it still remain in my brain, like "don’t bloviate" , "if you update your blog once a month, then you’re not keeping a blog, you’re running a website, it’s just not updated very frequently." But I think that’s just what "the first generation pioneer bloggers"(a well-known classification of the history of blogging in China, IT Pros, as the first, then journalists and the celebrities) do, not a student like me.
Everything I posted here is original, though not wonderful. I picked them from my daily thoughts and filter out the crap then proceed to post online. It maybe look easy, but actually not when I have to maintain the frequency. There’s an old adage in China, "speak out when something really hits you", well, usually I can be hit twice or thrice a day, but the hard part is the filtering. Like most of you, I can’t and I won’t post everything I got in mind online, which’s either plainly stupid or fake. What’s harder is the length. Obviously I am not a poet, whom I admire, nor a creative and prolific joker, and this is a public blog, so I have to write something organized and long enough to show my respects to all of you rather than just drop a few randome words like "i m so fucked up today" "ryan is an asshole" "my period hasn’t come yet this month" etc. Yes, I don’t have to do that, but my audience don’t have to come here neither. Just be myself? Well unless you’re the last one on this planet or you can not always be yourself esp. in a public space like this. But surely there are some exceptions, there always are, that some entries in my pal Sam’s blog, though very short and not poems, are very intriguing.
I had been trying to write about something meaningful for the past week, and some raw views were already in my mind, but days had been very tense due to the exams(Commercial Law and Intellectual Property Law), so, that’s why this’s written, better than nothing. Actually there were indeed 2 things I considered as interesting. I donated 10 China Yuan(1.27 US $$) to a fund raising held by some fressmen for a boy who had brain tumor, when I was on the way to the student study rooms, and when I left, I forgot to pack a book into my bag, 10 minutes later I realized that so I returned, but the book was already gone. So at that very second, I was thinking, "is that what charity returns?" The other one was a break-up. "On one of those sober and rather melancholy days in the latter part of autumn when the shadows of morning and evening almost mingle together, and throw a gloom over the decline of the year, I passed several hours in rambling about"(–Washington Irving) a mall in campus, which seemed to fit for a haunt of solemn meditaion and secrete observation on people around, a hunk passed by, with his shirt flipped on his shoulder, then all of a sudden a girl couples of metres behind screamed with pain, "Are you serious?!" 3 or 4 seconds later, it turned to be a cry. Obviously she just got dumped, efficiently. "It was a quick one", I thought. As I walked on, I took a glance at the girl, she was too devastated to bear the weight of sadness, feebly leaning against a bench beside her, but her cry was almost buried by the cheerful music from an open ball nearby. Sarcasitc? I think so, that’s why they are interesting to me.