My blogging tendencies

Have been surfing into other peoples' blogs and confounded to find out that so many people write so well. Gawd, I feel inferior. I.MUST.BRUSH.UP.MY.ENGLISH. My, never thought I would say that to myself. Have been saying 'I.MUST.BRUSH.UP.MY.MANDARIN' for the past 10 years. Never thought that would change. Hey, wait, who says I need to brush up my mandarin? More of like I need to PICK UP the language. Oh well, was never really good with languages. I prefer numbers.... especially if they come with Yusof Ishak. *grin*

Hmmm. Scrolling through my previous entries, I realised that my entries aren't as introspective as I thought they would turn out to be, neither are they descriptive, just .... perspective. Wish I could slosh my entries with a little bit more colour. My, poring over myself again. Always on a quest for perfection.

You know really, descriptive blogs aren't all that bad, if the writer is able to captivate the audience with her/his daily procedures, tactfully maneuvering around life's mundanities and seasoning each entry with a dose of humour and intriging descriptives. Finally, a masterpiece is mounted for the viewership of all. Takes a little imagination. Do I have that?

Maybe it's coz I don't read enough fiction. And if I do, it'd be one of those blonde novels.
I love trash.

Well, lemme try to describe my day:
I roused at approximately 6.15 this morning feeling all icky and sweaty, like it has been for the past 5 days. I've gotten used to this impermissible habit of knocking off before I shower. (I know that's utterly gross, but you know, everyone has bad habits... heee?) I quickly checked my face for any extra bumps that might have matured overnight due to the inflictions of uncleansed skin and clogged pores. My face hasn't made any new friends, thank God. Quickly, I jumped out of my clothes and held them to my nose. Yuck. Smells like the drain.

A quick shower snapped the grog and lethargy out of me.

Wait wait! too much redundant detail. Let's go on to the activities of my day.

What activities?.....................

I sat in the cold office writing petty cash cheques. It wasn't too bad, although my jittery fingers slipped and made some errors-wasted a few cheques.

Okay I'm getting bored....... but what do you think huh huh? Say hello to the new, more descriptive me!