Last week, Amy of Illinois (that’s in the U.S., not Sengkang or Jurong West Extension) tagged me as a ‘thinking blogger’, though not for this blog, but my Twice-Poisoned Dog one, because she says, “It is surreally beautiful, heartbreaking, lovely, terribly sad. I don’t know that it is supposed to be, necessarily. It sometimes feels like I’m reading someone’s diary over their shoulder–thrilling, deceitful and enthralling”.
Apart from making my head too big for my t-shirts, this gives me the option of participating in this meme by similarly tagging five other people.
If, and only if, you’ve been tagged and would like to share the love, here are the rules:
You have to link back to the original post that started this meme.
Tag five other bloggers ‘that make you think’, and explain why (although I’d rather prefer letting my ‘taggees’ own words do the work).
(You can use this logo/sticker in your post, but that’s optional, and therefore not a rule and that’s why I’m putting it in brackets).
Five blogs that make me think:
1. Little. Yellow. Different: Because he’s hilarious, especially when he transcribes his many conversations with his mother:
E: Why did you bring bedroom curtains? I didnâ€™t ask for curtains.
Mom: Your bedroom lets in too much light. When Iâ€™m in your room and I look at the window, someoneâ€™s always outside, looking in.
E: Uhm, when are you in my bedroom? How often are you in my bedroom? Are you coming in my house when Iâ€™m not at home?
Mom: (skirting issue) You need curtains for your safety. SAFE-TEE. Maybe if you knew any karate I wouldnâ€™t be so worried about you. These curtains that I bought arenâ€™t long enough. Iâ€™ll swing by tomorrow.
2. Popagandhi: For letting us travel vicariously on her many journeys to both far flung and near flung places. Places where you’d only travel vicariously because there’s probably not going to be hot water and electricity:
Hereâ€™s a dare â€” book a one way flight somewhere, bring no guidebook, and go by yourself. Just bring a strong dose of independence, confidence, street wisdom and common sense. I think youâ€™ll find thatâ€™s all you need to survive anywhere. Showering in cold water if you have to; being on a train for 40 hours if you have to; eating by the street because you have to, and really, doing whatever the hell you want, because you can. The â€œitâ€™s just youâ€ thing doesnâ€™t work; itâ€™s not about backpacking, and itâ€™s not about travelling. Itâ€™s about finding your feet and adapting.
3. petite anglaise: For drawing us into her life by making even the mundane something noticeable and therefore something to be appreciated:
Sometimes, on the nights when Mr Frog would come home late from work, I would pounce, ravenous for conversation after several hours of pacing the apartment alone like a caged animal while baby Tadpole slept. I would talk and talk and talk until he protested, hands on ears, saying â€œmy head is foolâ€.
(He meant full. Distinguishing between certain English vowels can be very tough for a French person).
4. Betterdays: Another fellow ‘editor’ at tomorrow.sg, and an avid traveller and writer of vivid travel tales. OK, so his recent short post about the Ao Dai sold me:
My photos donâ€™t do justice to this wonderful attire as you can see this one blurry attempt of mine in deep south of Vietnam
5. Only Slightly Pretentious Food: For when you don’t think food should be simple and convenient:
It was so foamy that you could literally just dig into it with your spoon; it was like eating a cloud. The best thing about it was that it was so intense, yet so clear, almost as if it was just pure tomato essence. Imagine our surprise when Chef Jaakko revealed that the soup was made from pounds and pounds of red tomatoes, distilled till only the clearest tomato oils were obtained. Little surprise, then, that we all enjoyed this immensely.
There. Consider youse five tagged.
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