# 100

Haha, my 100th post! Congratulate me (or, not... choice is yours :)

When I first started blogging and my parents were, uh, notified, they were, uh, mortified, and very suspicious of the whole arrangement and therefore read my blog very frequently (as a kind of parental guardian measure, I imagine). Dad got used to it after a while and seemed kinda proud of me, however my mom was probably wondering if this baring-of-my-soul-to-random-strangers-unknown was a kind of modern-day-exposure-crisis. At least judging by her suspicious questions, in the vein of:

- Aren't you exposing yourself in public that way?
- Are you craving attention?
- What is this good for anyway?

To which my answers are, in that order:

(Aren't you exposing yourself in public that way?)
- Only as much as I'm sure can stand for, I guess. Going public is a non-issue, since a) I blog too unpredictably about nothing special in a manner too schizo'd to make me famous or infamous, b) it's aimed mostly at friends and relatives who care to get updated (or just mystified) in english, and c) I'm largely harmless, dammit. ;)

(Are you craving attention?)
- Who isn't, in some dose? But I write chiefly because I love to mess around with words. This is my private little Creative Writing-hobby space where I can write things off (sometimes artfully, sometimes not) and there is a chance that I might get an insightful response from someone else, occasionally.
(Even if my visits to the Spam folder seem to generate the greatest number of comments... ;)

(What is this good for anyway?)
- This is my personal vent. I get stuff written down and per se, have to analyze what the important bits are (because whatever doesn't make for good reading is just bôôôs, as my Gbg colloquials would say). But I wouldn't publish stuff I couldn't stand for at my dissertation dinner, you know? Also, I consider it a sign of emotional maturity to admit that I'm sometimes in the claws of feelings I haven't grown into yet. If anyone finds my word-bending entertaining or otherwise meaningful, then Lucky me for having this MEDIUM all to my selfsome right here. Yay. :)

Yesterday, while she was going through the family computer's browsing history, mom found my blog address in the list and (in her conversationally confrontational manner) asked:

Mom: So, is it still the same as before?
Me: (Suspicious) Uh, What do you mean?
Mom: Well, I mean, do you have to keep working on it and update it?
Me: (dawning comprehension that she hasn't read my blog in a while) Um, yeah, there's no point in following a blog that never changes.
Mom: Hmpf. But who are you doing it for? Is there a pressure on you?
Me: (Have to think 3 seconds) None but from myself. I actually find it enjoyable and relaxing.

(Whereupon followed a discussion based on the three question points above, plus my worrying mom with the announcement that I'm not the only snatches-of-life-exhibitionist in the family... Nico, I don't know whether to apoglogize if my mom should find your blog and go through your more risqué material about cars and substances... ;)

At any rate, I will be exceeding the number of 100 posts until I get tired of this, aight?

That said, I end this post with a cheerfully shocking pink helloooo to all you lurkers, revisiting readers and lovely friends who give me IRL responses to my little updates. Heck, I like you all.

/C


PS: Must recount the swenglish conversation that just transpired between Mom and I:

Mom: How about if I make us some lunch?
Me: Yes please.
Mom: Like maybe, fried rice with mojs (transl. =stuff) in it?
Me: Mmm, yeah. Could we have majs (transl. =corn) in it?
Mom: I said mojs, not majs.
Me: I know that, but can't we put majs in the mojs?
Mom: Hmpf, do we have to?

(The bilingual power struggle over the fried rice ingredients continues in episode #101, unless I change my mind.)