They Might Be Curly Giants!

OK, here’s the long-overdue meme that I promised Hartini.

So who is Moby/Wogglestar?

Well, I suppose I can start by telling you how Mohsein came to be known as Moby and now Wogglestar.

Moby was a result of a chat session on MSN. I was thinking of a new nickname, something that begins with ‘M’ and at that time I was reading Moby Dick (which I never finished), so the nickname Moby Dick was chosen. Unfortunately my chat partner kept calling me ‘Dick’, so I dropped the dick (that doesn’t sound right!) and Moby was born. Yes, I do like to listen to Moby, as in the artiste, but I can’t claim to be a big fan (I only have one of his albums, Play).

Woggle was also the result of a book I was reading - Dead Famous by Ben Elton - and Woggle is one of the characters in the book about a murder that happened during a reality TV show in Britain, called House Arrest, which is something like Big Brother. Anyhow, this character Woggle is one of 10 contestants in the show and the author describes Woggle as such:

Woggle. Real job: Anarchist. Star sign: Claims to be all twelve.

Anyway, the other contestants despise him because of his single-minded beliefs about how the world should be run, including his own refusal to bathe because he is afraid that the lice and other creepy crawlies in his hair will be killed if he did. This animal-lover extremist, however, has a deep, dark secret that has been kept from the public - he viciously beat up a teenage girl while he and his fellow animal-rights extremists were trying to free some dogs from a kennel.

It’s a really interesting book. But I’m digressing. Back to me.

So my old blog crashed (again), and I was looking for a new nickname for this blog and me being too lazy to bother to look for something else, chose ‘Woggle’ and added ’star’ at the back and that’s how Wogglestar came to being (Moby is still around. He’s just lurking in the shadows until the day he returns).

Whether you know me as Mohsein or Moby or Wogglestar, this is me (for those of you who haven’t yet gone to snoop around my Flickr page):

My best friends are Mr Starbucks and Mr Marlboro!

I feel like a primary school kid when I’m composing these types of meme. Who am I? What’s my favourite colour? What hobbies do I have? In days of yore, long before blogs were born, there was the cutesy autograph book (the precursor to the meme) and those were the kinds of things we wrote about.

Right then ….

I am 25 33 years old. Married. Two boys, aged 2 years and 10 months respectively. Music lover since birth. Blogger since 2005. Web surfer since 1996. Internet troll. Occasional movie-goer and shopper. Former bookworm, but due to work and blogging commitments now limit myself to one book a quarter. Football, and more specifically, Liverpool FC, fan. Caffeine and nicotine addict.

I am a man of few words but many thoughts. I’m very economical with my vocal presence. I’d rather say a few choice words that make people sit up and listen than engage in endless, pointless, drivel which tune them out. I’ve been told to talk more my whole life and I’m fucking sick of it. I choose not to say much because that’s who I am. I do not conform to someone’s wish to hear me talk more often just to please their sad, pathetic lives.

Talk to the hand!

As you can tell, I like to rant. I’m a bitter, angry, old geezer. I have a lot of things that I’d like to change in this world if I could (or if I had some super-power), like the government, or fun things like turning people into mice or something. But unfortunately I don’t have the strength of 10,000 horses or the mind-power of Magneto, so I’ll just sit back and rant on my blog.

Which has become a big part of my life. I’ve always been a writer. Not for money, though. Writing is like therapy for me. So is vacuuming. It’s a metaphor for sucking away the troubles that has plagued my life, so to speak.

Speaking of writing, I had been accused of plagiarism while doing a poetry assignment in secondary school. It was my original work, but unfortunately the fucking cunt who calls herself a teacher, found it incredulous that a secondary two student could write such things and ordered me to hand in a new poem. No amount of protestations could sway her and I was left with silently cursing her and hoping that she would suffer a horrible death being gnawed by a billion red ants. I was an angry young man at that time (who wasn’t?).

I’ve matured a little. Being married and having kids helped. On the topic of kids, although I have two ball-busting, hyperactive kids of my own, I’m not one to go ga-ga over someone else’s baby. Unless I know the parents, if I come across a baby, I would go …. “Oh look! Baby!” and promptly get bored. Which is ironic considering the fact that I was a daddy blogger and I blogged about baby and parenting stuff all the time.

Not any more!

Which is not to say I don’t like kids. I do. Some of them, anyway. As Ms Houston sang,

“I believe the children are our future.
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside …. blah, blah, blah”

OK, enough about kids. Moving on …. I was into sports at one point in my life. I played everything - football, tennis, badminton, squash, basketball, volleyball, bowling, snooker, pool - but all that stopped when I got older and had kids. There is simply no time for sports.

Alright, I lied. I’m just too lazy to put on my trainers and hit or kick a ball or something. I’d rather laze on my comfortable sofa, with the air-conditioning turned on to the max and watch No Reservations on Discovery Health and Living. That is my life - doing nothing. I like it!

Am I bored?

Here’s a summary of the 10 things I am passionate about:

• Music
• Photography
• Movies
• Writing
• Books
• Food
• Technology
• Science
• Arts
• Sex

The 10 things I despise:

• Politics
• Fanaticism
• Extremism
• Moralists
• Soap operas
• Boy bands
• Minah bloggers
• Barney
• Noddy
• Rice

This bloody long post is just a snippet of who I am. No one really knows every single detail about me. It’s a long and arduous learning process to fully understand somebody.

It’s the same thing with me.

“I am, whatever you say I am.
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?”
- Eminem, The Way I Am

As a non-conformist, I shall not tag anyone else. But if you wish to burden yourself with this task, go ahead!