In Which I Type Out of: How This Came to Be

I am the kind of person who will almost always get bored once I've gotten what I wanted. It's a trait about me that I don't necessarily like, but that I just can't help. I remember the countless times I've made a mad-dash-mrt-hopping-getting-sidetracked-from-time-to-time trip around Singapore trying to find/get/buy whatever has caught my fancy at the moment - be it book, dvd, comic or even a piece of food. If I feel the urge for it at the moment, I will want it right here right now in front of my face and in my hands. If I can't get it, I will start suffering what I call "Unfulfilled Want Withdrawal". I'll start getting jittery, anxious, worried and my mind will start conjuring up all sorts of horrific scenarious. What if everything is sold out? What if the last piece gets taken by somebody? OMG WHAT IF THE COMPANY GOES BANKRUPT AND THEY WITHDRAW EVERY SINGLE AVAILABLE STOCK? I know. Paranoid, much? Yes. But it's what happens. And the maddeningly, infuriating, tear-your-hair-out thing is... once I've achieved said Object of my Desire, the burrning scrabbling itch that was at the back of my mind before? It just turns off. GONE. That Desirous Object? I can leave it lying somewhere for weeks before I pick it up again. It's like, there's a part of me that goes, "Well. Since I have it now and no one is going to take it away from me, I can damn well use/watch/read it anytime I please". Delayed gratification mentality? I don't think so. But I don't know if there's a better word for it either. Anybody who wants to enlighten me, please go ahead.

But to get back on track, Project Blook caused the burning scrabbling itch thing that I mentioned before to start up. I kept telling myself, "No. Don't do this. Remember that vow? The one about not ever having your face plastered on the net? And about all those stories of how those same faces can be photoshopped onto nude bodies by shady guys in equally shady businesses? DON'T DO IT WOMAN."

But the burning! It was too strong!
See that below? It was the picture (which happens to be a spur-of-the-moment scribble I did) I tried using as a (what I thought at the time) suitable substitute for my real photo. Of course I don't look like that in real life. I wish I did though. Net cookies for anybody who manages to figure out, despite my lack of drawing skills, who exactly I was trying to make a passable sketch of.




But of course, the people over at Renaissance Publishing were too smart and managed to see through my cunning and well thought out plan and in the end, I had no choice but to send over a photo. At this current moment in time though, it has not yet been uploaded onto the website's main page (thankgod), so I'll still be able to sleep well. As of this moment in time too, I am under what Renaissance calls a 'Probation Period'. Yes. Apparently, my photo shenanigan didn't go down too well with them. *insert sheepish face*

So. To bring about this Probation Period post to a satisfying conclusion, once I had been (sort of) accepted into Project Blook, the flames of desire died down but, here's the but, I'll see this through. Because as we all know it (yes, I'm talking about all you other Blook-ers out there), only one of us will (might?) be chosen in the end and see our net posts published in all its papered glory. Wait. Wait a sec... There. I am now playing Daft Punk's Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger. Setting the mood ya know? Alright, where was I... Yes, so this project will most probably keep me interested for a long time coming and you can expect more posts from me in the future (Good thing? Bad thing?) mostly pertaining to the subject of Varied Nonsense.