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Well, I've been tagged. Basically like a chain mail except it's from another blogger that I read.

I've seen these before but have never acutally found one interesting enough to respond to. Not sure many people actually care what my favorite colour is or whether I like vanilla or chocolate. Then again, perhaps no one cares about the below but I suppose I'm partly posting for my own reflection in years to come...

Do you like the look and contents of your blog?
Some days. I read back on some entries and think, 'could I BE more boring?' I suppose part of me would love more pictures but part of me likes to create a image with words - how often that happens, I'm not sure. As for the look, orange and blue are my two favorite colours so couldn't really see it any other way.

Does your family know about your blog?
Yes, they do now. Since I've been in Korea a lot more have been reading. And I must say, makes it easier than the group email sometimes! I don't really censor myself because of that but then those who know me know that I'm a pretty open book to my family. What you see is what you get. And as the blog mantra goes, if they don't like it, they don't have to read.

Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
For a long time, I didn't tell people about my blog, only because I thought I wouldn't write the way I wanted to. Now that people do know about it, I don't feel I write any differently but it's a great way to let people who are close to me into my own little world of crazy.

Do you read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? Or do you try and discover new blogs?
I don't really have time to be blog-hunting at the moment. I find it slightly overwhelming sometimes that there are actually SO MANY PEOPLE out there with things to say. My Gemini distraction kicks in. Information overload. I have some blogs that I've been reading for a few years and if I find one that I can relate to or more importantly, makes me laugh, then it makes the cut.

Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example...
Yes. ('Give an example' sounds too much like an exam question and I can't really answer it on the basis that even reading it is making me break out in hives).

Writing is theraputic and therefore, so is writing on a blog. It makes me feel good to know that even though I'm crap at email, all those I hold dear can still keep in touch through my blog.

What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you have a traffic counter?
I suppose it means people are reading. I don't have a traffic counter because I'd rather not know. I became very obessed during my canada.com days about clicks on pages and hits from countries and I know how addicting it can be. I suppose I figure if I'm too obessed with my audience, I might just start thinking too much about them before I just start writing. And I find it easier to just write something. Without too much knowledge about who's reading.

Do you imagine what other bloggers look like?
Yes - lucky for me the ones I read are good with pictures.

Do you think blogging has any real benefits?
It brings people together. I know it sounds very cliche but sometimes being able to write something and know that maybe someone else from all over the big wide world will read it makes you feel better about whatever you wanted to write about. Reading blogs gives you an insight into what other people live like. Kinda like travelling or living in another country without having to leave your computer. And if you can keep an open mind and remember that nothing you will ever read (and this includes ALL 'CREDIBLE MEDIA') can ever been objective, then you will learn things about the world.

Do you think that the blogosphere is a stand alone world community separated from the real world?
No. Not that I now socialise with some of the bloggers I read.

Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them?
I read blogs to escape and political stuff is not an escape for me. I don't think I'm avoiding them on purpose, it's more that there are only so many hours in a day...

Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?
As a writer, I have always found criticism useful. When you write something, you own it but you have to let it go. It now has to become a thing that can be improved. Editing and input is so important and if it creates a better end piece, why wouldn't you want to see something you created become better? If you have a child, you don't coop them up in the house and not give them exposure to anything outside your beliefs? I think people need to think about writing this way as well.

Have you ever thought about what would happen to your blog if you died?
No. Actually no. And thank you, like I needed more things to worry about 'after I die'...

Which blogger has had the greatest impression on you?
A few. All women and all blogs based on honesty, telling it like it is. And I like that. It's one thing to ramble on about how great your life is. It's another thing to be brave enough to talk about your failures...or those things you PERCEIVE as failures.

Which blogger do you think is the most similar to you?
Depends what day you hit me on.

Name a song you want to listen to.
Better When We're Together by Jack Johnson.

Tag some people
You're all it.

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