Take my hand, we're off to NeverNever Land.

28.10.05

Midweek midnight tryst with the mates.
High on Erdinger and Chicken McCrispy, and
I'm restored to a shaky equilibrium. Strangely,
Phil Morris has all but lost his magical appeal on me.

ah well, anyone up for a Chupa Chup?

fresh from recluse 21:14 [+]

Image courtesy of Shuwen. even the caption's in Mexican-esque English, in line with the re-release of mexico66. So maybe I've got a fish-face. But heck, I know my corsair still loves me all the same.





** In case you can't see the words, they read "When you wear shoe that is this much eye-catcher, people no notice you have face like fish." There's that.

fresh from recluse 08:20 [+]

babe of the month



Little miss tiger corsair, I knew you were the one the moment my eyes met yours.  


 

enough said. that's love at first sight for you.

fresh from recluse 11:12 [+]

Wish you were here

come as you are, enter sandman, wonderwall, spoon man, one. Shirleen, thanks for making my Saturday evening so Unexpected(ly) enjoyable. And no, I don't wear caps all the time :)

fresh from recluse 10:10 [+]

I've always wondered abt something ever since I started blogging.

If a blog is treated by many as a sort of diary or journal to replace the traditional handwritten ones, then isn't it a huge irony that we are happily typing our thoughts out on the world wide web for all to see? Surely if we had handwritten our thoughts in a personal book, we would not be so frivolous and generous as to "share" it with the world at large, would we?

Yet the reality right now is quite the contrary. Tons of people are logging on every single day telling the world how their day went. Which brings me to the next point. Doesn't this subconscious (very much conscious, in fact!) awareness of the fact that someone you know or even a total stranger might be reading your entry actually drive one to be tempted to only blog about the good things? What I mean by the good things is basically things that make the owner of the blog look good, cool, kind, or whatever. Yeah you get the drift.

And how is it that one can actually be willing to link your diary to other peoples' diaries? I get the impression that blogging is not about diary but actually a well-camouflaged way of widening one's social network. Kinda like Friendster and other similar online engines of the like. It's just weird that you don't mind people putting a link of your blog on theirs so other people (those u know and do not know) can click on it and read abt you. It's a well-concealed way of publicising yrself to the society at large. Now who would subject their handwritten diary to this lyrical rape of sorts? The answer is, no one.

If someone was concerned abt privacy they would never do that. However, some blogs do remain very much anonymous and private, with passwords and all. From this we can infer that those of the "public" and "non-anonymous" group are in a way publicising their lives. Not all, of course. I am being objective in this. But then isn't it also reasonable to say that they may not be entirely honest in their entries? Or there may be certain purposeful discrepancies just to show how cool, how rich, how fun a life i have, etc, these people are? Yet again I must maintain this doesn't pertain to all bloggers. But I dare say, some, if not a large percentage of the blogging population, are hypocritical in some manner.

Ah well. I'm certain what I'm saying here strikes a chord or two with those of you who are reading this. Not too many, I hope. I wouldn't really want that. Not at all.

Just a thought of mine, guys. Had to get it off my chest, that's all.



Eunice: How've you been? I miss talking to you. Hope the exam prep's going good. Will be around if you need anything. =)
But of course, you won't even know I wrote this here. She doesn't even know I've got a blog. Ha.

Good night y'all.

fresh from recluse 09:54 [+]