oditha’s Blog

last month i did something that is really out of my box…

i entered a photography competition

the competition asked for a photo that makes a person smile

i am happy to say that two of my photos got picked out of 22,000!!!

definitely a ME!!! moment…hmmmp, very proud! (oooh! i can’t wait to do that in the shopping center where they’ll be displaying my photos)

check the link down below to have a look at the photos (if you want to of course!), mine are photos 2 and 16…and please don’t forget to vote!

http://www.smilewithcentro.com.au/images/photopdfs/SA/arndale.pdf

had some girly talk last night…well, not really a girly talk cause there was a guy there…thorn amongst the roses i suppose…anyway, the conversation of the night turned into what they thought of me the first time they met me…they say that first impression counts and that you never get a second chance to get a "first impression"…well, i beg to differ…

we all know that almost all filos have this thing about other filos too…so, when this particular friend of mine said that she thought that i was like all the other filos that she’s met so far…you know…the snobby, airy, arrogant, judgemental, and above all, a FAKE (plastic fantastic!) and her close friend thought the same thing about me too…they used to snigger about me whenever i go past the city…in other words i wasn’t worth knowing to them before but worth bitching about and making fun of…all that changed when this particular friend chatted to me online and found out that there was more to me than what she percieved…she quickly told her close friend that i was REAL…in her own words "tunay yan ha!" so i guess that you can always make a bid for that second chance at a first impression but in my case i didn’t make a bid for it, it just sort of happened

what i thought of her:

the day i met her i was mostly concerned about his guy friend more than her…he scared the sh**ts out of me…he kept saying hello telepono it was scary…i honeslty didn’t think about her at that time, but according to her, i did the head to toe look ( i guess that is a reflex caused by prolonged use of public transport)…anyway, it all worked out in the end and i am extremely happy that i did well in my "second evaluation" and of cousre extremely happy that we are all very good friends now

a few months ago someone asked me a question that i’m sure most of us were asked before…

the question was: is there a day that i wish i can go back to and change something and why…

without any shred of thought i just blurted out…the day/hour before i was born…i wouldn’t come out…why? because the world is a sucky place…

and then the second question (or more like thrird!) came…:what is the meaning of life…

i wouldn’t have a clue! for me the question makes no sense…i mean what IS the meaning of LIFE? i see it this way…we get born and wear nappies (diapers for international readers), study half our lives and work for the rest of it, if one gets lucky, they get married have a family and maybe go through the roller coaster ride of divorce,and last but not the least…get old and wear nappies for the second time in our lives!…(again, diapers for international readers) i call it humiliation before we die… yes, it’s a vicious cycle folks!

so… please do tell me what IS the meaning of LIFE…cause i’m dying to know! not literally of course!

going back to the first question…i guess that’s how i really felt and i guess i still feel that way sometimes…especially when no one cares to listen to me at home…i just think to myslef that…wouldn’t it be easier if i wasn’t born!??! i mean i didn’t ask to be born…and i don’t think that i was meant to be alive…hell! my mum was on birth control pills and i was an “accident” (meaning that i wasn’t on the plan)…but newsflash! here i am and trying to make sense of my life…trying to find the meaning of me being here…trying to find my place in society…and most importanlty…trying to find myself…