My name is…

I have never pulled an all-nighter. Ever.

Some days I have been up until 2am completing an assignment. Back when my ability to sleep late was completely non-existent and I’d actually have my eyes completely drooping by then. But these days, I can live with little sleep.

But I’ve never pulled an all-nighter. I’ve stayed up late to chat to people or watch videos or read blogs, which I do often, but I have never left an assignment completely until the last minute. At best, I have a day to do it. Right now I’m sitting here procrastinating, not feeling all that better this week… and I haven’t finished my presentation for tomorrow.

I just gotta throw together a few slides and pull my report together into coherent sentences. I’ve done my report but this presentation is just for the progress of my report. I’ve made it far, so at least I’ve got a fair bit to talk about.

I don’t get to see James tomorrow, which is disappointing. ๐Ÿ˜ž

I guess that got me thinking about strange little things.

Clapping games. In primary school we played clapping games in pairs. Sometimes with more than two people, too. It’s funny how it was classified as a “girl thing”. At university I reminded Sebby and Ryan about them. It’s pretty cute that they care to learn about them now. ๐Ÿ˜…

One particular clapping game I remember from primary school, and probably the first one I learned, was sung along the lines of, “My… name… is… el aye, el aye, chic-kel-aye, chic-kel-aye, gooey gooey upside down; California, do me a favour, jump into the lake, get swallowed by a snake, and come back with a belly ache…”

Is it true that people rarely like to write about themselves? When I first started designing websites, people’s “about me” sections were usually really long. Then they got shorter and more mysterious as I found more websites. I know it differs from website to website, but it seems that people aren’t really up for writing a huge biography or don’t even feel like writing much more than their name and gender (if it not obvious from their name). I also see a lot of “I don’t like writing about myself so this will be short” on people’s websites.

I know quite a few bloggers out there, and a lot of them don’t mind writing about themselves, but try to initiate discussion by asking people questions or writing in a way that makes the reader feel “involved”.

But why is it that when it comes to writing a bit about yourself, you might not feel like it?

To be honest, I love writing profiles. I love filling in my name and details when I join a website. Even though it doesn’t happen often. I guess it reminds me of another little commonality in primary school – profile books.

Then again, I think they must have only been a phase in my school. Girls carried around pretty notebooks that were called “profile books”. They would ask people to write profiles in them, writing down all their details, putting some photos and facts about themselves, and a message. I loved mine (though I think I threw it out or lost it), and I still think it’s a cute idea.

Nowadays the equivalent to such a memoir would be a yearbook of sorts. And most likely produced on the computer. When I was on the yearbook committee in high school, people were too lazy to write their profiles. It surprised me because I’ve always enjoyed writing them. ๐Ÿ™‚

Now everything is online in the form of social networking profiles and sometimes blogs.

I wonder, do our name and details really define us anymore or tell people who we are? Or is it what we write, and the content we post?

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