The Case of A Reluctant Blogger

WOW. I actually have a blog. I'm a blogger. WOW. No big deal, you say? Well, maybe so... but I had once refused to blog. I'm not against any bloggers, nor am I against blogging, but I didn't want to succumb to the fad of publishing your personal life stories to public...so I told myself. I can very well be self-absorbed. A shy person, I am not. Haha.


This was what spurred my reluctance. Rebel without a cause. 

My boring masterpiece entitled "Blogging: A Participatory Journalism"

Intense, huh? Not quite. I wrote this in 1 week's time. Not my best work (to quote my lecturers) but I just wanted to get it over and done with. I had put it on hold for 3 years after venturing into IT world, somehow the whole course had became irrelevant. Not that it was ever relevant to my line of work (or even studies) to begin with (I was in Supply Chain) but the course was the most convenient. And so, I'd lost interest after a while. And with that, an excuse to never blog. Never say never.


So, what changed my mind now? Well, not "what" actually... but rather, who? Answer: A bunch of awesome ladies (I'll link them in here later, but I need to figure out how first, me being a blog virgin!) who are fellow bloggers, some are seasoned bloggers, who had successfully influenced me to blog. And I tell you, these ladies can be pushy persistent up to the point of creating for me, my own blog account and profile! 


"Aida with the Jazzy fingerssss"??? Gosh... even I can't explain what that means (although I do like jazz music.. plus it's in the name!). Thus, as a tribute to them, especially to makcikaini  who started it all, I've decided to keep the name.


I've already have a list of topics I plan to blog about, it's just a matter of time. All in my head  for now (for real! no poyo-ness here). Seriously, even now as I'm writing this, I had to pause once in a while to attend to my clingy baby (sanggup ni at 12 midnite, put my baby aside just to blog?? what's happening to me?!). And I do have tonnes of work to do, deadlines to meet, so when I spend that little time that I have to do this, when I have other things which should take priority, the guilt starts creeping in. I do love to write/tell my thoughts out loud, but the OCD perfectionist in me (which can be a weakness) will make such an easy task take hours (like what I'm doing now). Don't want to leave anything out, must make sure I cover every thought, every aspect, check spelling, grammar, being anal (hey, I am an analyst after all!) ... such complexity can drive one nuts. I'll get carried away and not making sense with the overlapping trail of thoughts (are you confused already now?). 


OK, that's my queue to stop for now. I need to chill. 


Till my next post, xoxo.