Exactly one year ago to this date, I started this blog and put up my first post.
Since then, I have somehow managed to put up posts about being Asian Australian, multiculturalism or cultural norms every Thursday. And people far and wide around the world are reading and commenting on what I post.
I never expected this. This whole activity of blogging and the blog itself feels very surreal to me. It is also precisely this experience that has made me a stronger person on several fronts and is the reason why I feel so lost in terms of what I want to do in life.
I started this blog because I was a fresh, unemployed graduate itching to do something with my time. It had hit me how much I enjoyed stringing together theory and weaving together words when I was editing an academic article a few months back. So I decided to start the blog, writing about what I believed in – a world with people from different backgrounds where difference is the norm.
Putting out a post each week is not my favourite part of blogging. Apart from reading and commenting on other blogs, it is actually responding to YOU: your comments, be they agreeing or disagreeing with what I have to say, and seeing people commenting on others’ comments below my posts. This is what I love doing – sharing ideas and connecting people regardless of race through alphabetical scrawlings.
The fear of running out of ideas for the blog always haunts me. Somehow this has not been the case – so far – and I have steamrolled from one topic to another. Through fleshing out ideas on what it means to be different, I have come to acknowledge that I am Asian Australian. On another positive note, through interacting with many bloggers over the past year, I have been forced to come out of my shy person shell a little and try to come across as an interesting person in my comments.
But there are always two sides to every coin. Since landing a full time job (plus juggling another casual one working up to 12 hours some days) which is not my cup of tea but am grateful for some months back, I am pressed for time to do the things I want to do. I am rushing tasks. I am sleeping less. On a number of occasions, I have fallen asleep sitting upright in a chair listening to upbeat music. And it is because of this tiredness I am finding it hard to crank out analytical posts of the caliber that I want to. I have been slower in responding to comments than before. This makes me sad. Other bloggers blog daily, and I would like to try posting more but time is not on my side.
Then there is the question: Where do I want to go with writing? I don’t know. I had a copy-writing stint in a hectic Melbourne newsroom sometime ago but as I am slow at writing, I did not fit in that well. What lies ahead in the road for me as a multicultural blogger? I don’t know. But the more I write – finalising posts, taking photographs, designing the layout for the blog – the more I realise writing stories is not just a hobby, but a passion of mine.
In a sense, the blog has come to define who I am. When I do have time to catch up with friends, they always ask about it. Speaking at Kurunjang Secondary College a couple of months ago made me realise that some people take my blog seriously. On an interesting note, in the middle of this year, I had a dream: two people came up to me in the city and said “Hi”, recognising me as “that famous blogger”.
Come end of December, I will be unemployed once again. I have absolutely no plans after that. I might be able to devote more time to writing, but I have a feeling I will be running around like a headless chook trying to rake in a stable stream of income.
In the meantime, mediocre hard-hitting posts on diversity will be back next week and I want to say…
Thank YOU for your support 🙂