// May 10th, 2009 // 12 Comments » // Blog
It's funny… I made all the effort of moving my blog to a new, independent location. Furnished it with a unique theme, that suits my needs, and reflects my personality. Added widgets and codes that do my bidding, and enhance functionality.
And yet I seem to have missed the part where I actually reveal my thoughts, share my life, and generally – y'know – blog.
I just don't have much to say, these days. I still have my random thoughts, and enough footage to make at least five short videos (unfortunately, I recently discovered that I am not so keen with the editing, hence the delay in producing new stuff).
I think all the “rant” has left me. That's what started me off on this blogging malarky: pure frustration with my situation, and a longing to reach out and connect with others who may just be as peeved as I am.
Alhamdulillah, I seem to be less frustrated these days. That's a good thing for sure. But I actually enjoy blogging… especially the aforementioned connecting part.
There are still things in my life that I find somewhat annoying. However, they're all to do with me.
That didn't make sense.
What I mean is: the only frustrations I feel comfortable in making public, are the ones that are external: such as my PhD, society, politics (okay, rarely politics), and the odd dodgy marriage-related dillema.
But I don't want to share the frustrations I have with myself. Perhaps it's a matter of protecting the ego, or just a desire to avoid excessive self-indulgence.
It's not that I'm never tempted to pour out my soul to the world. Especially when it concerns matters of the heart. Oh, the cheesy poems that my mind comes up with! You should be thankful that I am sparing you. Really. I'm doing a public service here.
At least pictures say a thousand words. I'm currently doing an Organica/ Shazia, and attempting to keep the blog alive with the odd photo entry. It's not the same as writing though… It's funny how I've come to appreciate the medium, considering that I've never aspired to become a writer.
You know what? I just really need a job. It has to be a job – I have too many degrees.
Though I did have a random thought the other day about doing a Masters in – well, I'm not sure what; just a Masters degree – if/when I reach 50 years young. At that point, I'd be studying purely for the sake of learning about this crazy world. It wouldn't be about my career, or pleasing my parents, or shutting up the neighbours (actually, I've never studied for that reason – not sure why I mentioned it). Just learning 'cuz I'm a four-eyed nerd, through and through, and that's how we roll, bebeh.
Okay, I've run out of things to ramble on about. Plus, dinner is on the table. Though I'm not all that hungry… I swear that I could get away with one meal a day, if my mind was sufficiently stimulated. Yesterday (or was it the day before – I've lost track of time), I went on a coding spree to make-over the SignLabs website, and even the smell of my favourite home-cooked meal couldn't tear me away from the MacBook. I ended up eating dinner at 7am.
Anyhoo… Is there anything you'd like for me to write about? Something other than the Theory of Evolution: I am working on a collaborative piece, in that regard, and I'll be sure to make an announcement when it's ready, inshā’Allāh.
Anything else?
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