Comments, Jeans and Scarves

I’m finally starting to get the hang of WordPress, and there’s this thing called a “Dashboard” that basically tells you everything that’s going on. The dashboard of your car tells you your speed, the time, the radio station you’re listening to, the volume of the stereo, how much gas you have left, etc. The dashboard of WordPress tells me how many posts I have, how many comments I’ve received, how many times my blog has been viewed, the recent posts I’ve made, the recent comments I may have made on other blogs, blah blah blah.

So I logged on to wp.com to post a new blog and clicked on Dashboard in the task bar to eventually realise that I could’ve just clicked New Post right next to it, instead of going the long way as I was doing. But while I was on the Dashboard, I decided to have a look.

WordPress provides me with my blog stats – number of views per blog. And this is what I found: My most popular blog is Moving forward, with 43 views. How many comments do I have? Two. My second most popular blog was I’m still alive. I think with 19 views. Comments? Zero. Next popular? Opening up, which was my first real blog, and has 12 views and no comments.

What’s the point of me stating these facts? I thought I had like, 5 readers, 8 at the most. So, either my blogs are so good to read that my handful of readers keep coming back to them, or my blogs have been read by more people than I thought.

Why should this matter? Because I thought no one was reading my blogs. Views don’t matter to me, it’s just a number. I tried to make a pageview count on another site jump from 999 to 1000 by refreshing the page over and over, and then going back to the page later on in the day, but the following day I went to the site and it said 1001. It really pissed me off, and since then, I ignore counters. But if WordPress is telling me I’ve got so many views, then why do I feel like no one’s reading?

I got quoted!

Tagging people in your notes when you complete a survey is probably effectively one of the most time consuming things that you could ever do on Facebook. If someone tags you, you’re going to want to read the whole survey ’cause you wanna know what it is they said about you. Then if you’re the type to do the survey yourself (as is customary when you’ve been tagged), you’re gonna tag all the people you mention, and then when they do the survey and tag you, you read their note, and you’re in this never ending cycle of note reading.

This was the case today. Abi tagged me in a note. I can’t remember anymore what I got tagged for. Maybe she just tagged me for no reason =P But I did the survey (I’m at uni and I was BORED), and then tagged several people, one of which was my lovely Jasmine. She completed the survey and tagged me, as well as quoted me.

28. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?

My answer:

Just straight up tell them. Why you gotta try and be eloquent and romantic for.

Jasmine’s answer:

“Just straight up tell them. Why you gotta try and be eloquent and romantic for” – danica sevilla
thats the perfect answer.

Happy birthday, Samuel Morse!

April 27; birthday of Samuel Morse. He’s dead, of course. He died in 1872, just a few weeks before his 81st birthday. If he were still alive, he’d be turning 218. Dang, that’s old.

Google says we're not allowed to use these Holiday and Events Logos, but it's not like I'm *stealing* it.

I wouldn’t have known today was Samuel Morse’s birthday had it not been for Google and their crazy special events logos. And I just thought I would give him a special shout-out in my blog, because if it wasn’t for his invention of the telegraph and the very popular Morse code, we might not have SMS.

[UPDATE 17.11.2011] Image alt-text converted into caption. [/UPDATE]

 
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I’m still alive. I think.

I haven’t blogged in over a week. That’s a long time, since I’m usually the type to blog once or twice a week. I don’t know what happened. Either it’s the hundred Facebook emails per week, or the lack of topic to blog about.

So today, I figured I’d write about anything. What’s been happening since my last blog? A heckuva lot has happened. No milestones or anything, but getting on with life has been eventful enough.

I am a very successful procrastinator, and I’ve got a couple of things that I need to get done for uni next week. I told myself I’d make the most of my one-week break, but it seems I didn’t make the most of it the way I intended. I’ve mostly played Mario Kart Wii, slept in and “cleaned” my room. I’ve come across a few things on the net that helped me procrastinate a little bit more, like certain YouTube videos (which loaded freakin’ slow because a particular someone in my house had downloaded more music than usual), and FMyLife. I reckon you should check out FMyLife. I had a few good laughs reading some entries today. Some of them were so horrible, I almost empathised for that person. Almost.

Moving forward

Something happened today that made me smile for “no apparent reason” long afterwards, and it’s made me realise that there’s more sunlight in my life than I had originally thought. So I want to share =)

I walked up the platform at Parramatta station to find a place to sit while I waited for the next train that would stop at Mount Druitt. I had to “walk down” because I wanted to get on the carriage that would stop right in front of the steps, and I wanted to sit because I had to wait a long 15 minutes. I found a place to sit, but I was hesitant because it was between a young man and a much older gentleman, and I would’ve preferred to have the whole bench to myself. Even so, I plopped my butt down between them because I didn’t know whether either of them would get on the next train or my train (the next train went Richmond way), and I didn’t want my legs to tire.

So I sat and waited for my train, listening to my iPod, with the volume high enough so I could ignore people talking around me, but low enough so if someone did start talking to me, I’d hear them. And also, I needed to be able to hear the station people on the loudspeakers. Then, out of nowhere (I make it sound so dramatic xP), the young man next to me asks whether I go to uni, while pointing at the Australasian Business Statistics: University of Western Sydney Edition textbook that sat in my lap. I answered with a timid, “Yeah,” and he asked whether I was studying Business. Once again, but with a little bit more confidence, I replied, “Yeah, I do.”

The young man then went on to ask me whether I was doing an MBA, but since I still had my headphones in my ears, I thought he said “NBA”, which made me wonder why he was suddenly talking about basketball. So I pulled out the headphone in the ear nearest to the guy, and said, “What?” How rude of me. He asked again, and since I had no idea what it was, he explained that he was doing a Masters of Business Administration. I wasn’t doing that, so I said, “No,” and told him I was doing a Bachelor of Business and Commerce. I asked if he was an international student, noticing that he had an American accent, and he confirmed my suspicion, mentioning that he was from the U.S.

I can’t remember the details of our conversation that followed, but we chatted about how he was staying in Sydney West with a host family while he was doing his Masters here, that I lived in Sydney West, and that we’d be catching the same train.