The Exclamation Mark Blog!

I've recently heard of a secondary school acquaintance who got pregnant last year, and subsequently got married. When her child was born, she was only 19. But she had always been a wild child, and in secondary school revelled in her identity was resident ah-lian, so I guess her bearing a child and getting married at her tender age didn't really raise any alarm, though it might cause some eye brows to furrow, especially for those self-righteous, kaypo auntie types.

Anyhow, as of last year, being pregnant and bearing children has pretty much been the national trend. The local celebrities were all trying to jump on the parenthood bandwagon and coaxing their love ones to give them the good lovin', with the hopes of creating new life.

Now, I never really wanted to have children, not because I can't take care of them (I believe I would be able to, given some time), but because it's almost as if you just lose you being yourself once you have children. It's all about the kids kids and kids.

I think the most scary thing is that, while watching your new product struggling to catch his first breath, when you are overwhelmed by morbid paranoia and start thinking about death. Thinking about how your child is going to die eventually. It's silly to some, but sometimes I place myself in that kind of situation mentally and try to see how i'll deal with it emotionally.

Essentially, the moment all we human are born, I guess we're already starting on the long, winding, tumultuous road towards death. For the optimistic, that long, meandering road may be littered with flowers and roses; some will have it good in life. But for the less cheerful in disposition, nothing that happens in life really disguises the ultimate fact that they're on the slow but inexorable march towards death.

As a Christian, death is nothing I guess. You think about it, sometimes you don't want to think about it, but ultimately it doesn't scare you as much anymore. You're not afraid not because you're so macho and think death is but just death, not really upsetting at all. You're not afraid because you know physical death is but a mere formality; we're already living out our eternal lives now, and eventually we'll be living with glorified bodies.

Anyway, putting on a normal-man, secular mindset, I try to see myself as an Atheistic man witnessing the birth of his child. The finiteness of it all just really hits you hard the moment you see him catching his first breath. You're minded that there'll be a day that comes where he'll breath his life. Perhaps, you'll never be able to see it, and hopefully not, because it'll be too tragic for for any parent to witness their child's death. But I'm can be a rather morbid person, rather ironically because I'm a Christian, and putting myself in such a situation, I can't help but feel the shortness and finite-ness of life.

Yet, don't you think it's the finite-ness and shortness and fleetingness of everything good that makes certain moments shine? It's like, everything is so short, you just start to treasure special moments when you're with your Significant other, your family members, and your best friends...and when you're with them sometimes, the world seems to grind to a halt and all else seems blurry, and in that special moment, all worries and pain seem to fly out of the window.

EVen for one who believes in eternal life, I've learnt to treasure those moments. Because I've certainly not had many of them; too few, in fact.

I think the recent catastrophic events of major proportions, namely Hurricane Rita and Hurricane Katrina, has caused President Bush to receive an increased amount of public outlash. People give him stick for how sloppy he was in administering rescue aid, how he was partially at fault for a loss of life on such a great scale. I'm not really going into the nitty gritty details here, and I'm certainly not here to criticize him. In fact, the people I want to point out are those criticizing him (but I'm not here to critize them though).

it's the anti war rally in American recently that got me thinking alot; namely the real reason why people actually join in these rallies, lashing out against Bush and the Republicans etc. The anti war rally was quickly reduced to a angst-fest where people were yelling crazy crap absolutely not pertaining to the world at all, like how certain things Bush does are racist etc etc. (?!!). Why did these people join in the anti-war rally? Perhaps it could be due to their sheer frustration and disgust towards Bush, but part of me actually thinks that some of thse people are here with the belief they are making a difference-- that they are improving the world in some profound way.

I've never really understood the appeal in participating in a rally (or angst-fest), and probably never would. If a rally was to ever take place in Singapore one day (hopefully never), I might.

Anyhow, my conjecture is that, people like being herad by thousands of other like-minded individuals. and perhaps, with the unwavering belief that all their actions (namely ranting and protesting) would amount to something; that they would have some sort of impact on the world.

I think that changing the world doesn't lie simply in having big, idealist visions about changing a nation's president or trying to force him into retirement or anything of that sort. Neither does the key to changing the world lie in organising huge rallies to voice out anger and dissent.

When I was in the 1st year of my junior college, a group of schoolmates and I went over to China on an Overseas Community Involvement Project. We were doing some social/community developmental work in a tiny impoverished village right smack in the rather run-down state of Henan. We weren't there to overthrow the Communist Regime (like that's even possible), we weren't even there to unveil some grand project like a water treatment system. What we did were just little things -- teaching the kids in the village basic English, planting a garden for them, playing games with the kids, befriending. We were concerned with how to transport the plants over to the garden, which was situated in front of their newly constructed school. We were concerned about having enough gifts to award to the kids. It was just things as simple as those.

I seriously think the real work of improving the world lies in the little achievements of the day. Like in my case, imparting a small thirst for knowledge, a hunger for the English language into the hearts of these kids. No big, idealist visions of any sort (although that is also important, I will probably write about that sometime later).

Yet it saddens me that, the people who are the most capable of improving the world, the people who are the most hardworking, caring and giving, often lack the ambition and ego to want to be a leader; they care too little about superficial rewards, like it wouldn't matter even if their name never ever appears on the newspapers, or if they die without their name being recorded within the annals of history. I guess a little dose of idealism would be great to these people, because really, they are the ones most willing to work for improvement.

That is another post for another time. I'm getting incoherent as it is.

Today I was reading the mrbrown's entry, a literary meme inspired by Mercermachine which I intend to follow suit and write my own version too. His post was deeply poignant and a delightful read, one of his better ones recently.

Today's post is not so much fawning over the post and kissing his butt, hoping my sycophantic endeavours will earn him some notice and perhaps bring publicity to my blog. Today I have to go into detail about one thing that irks me: sucky comments.

When I was reading his post, I admit I was touched. A teensy little bit moved by its poignancy. And to pay him a really high compliment, it left a sweet aftertaste in my mind, something that doesn't happen easily. All that positivity and delight gleaned from the reading of that post soon dissipated once I read the comments section of his blog.

seriously, I can't stand lousy comments. I can understand why new bloggers would hurry to leave comments on every single blog they visit because initially when I was dying to garner readers, that was exactly what I did. But as one grows more acclimatized to the whole blogging environment, I guess that sort of attention whoring behaviour just naturally lost its grip on me. yet even when I was leaving comments, I would never ever write down the exact same stuff and blindly reiterating what a kazillion other commentors has said before you.

Yes, on that very comments section of mrbrown's post, there were dozens of people collectively kissing mrbrown's butt. I mean, it was good and all, but after the first dozen extravagant praises, I would be guessing people would stop being blind sheep and blindly copy-pasting other people's comments. Like for example "so sweet. I teared." or "you make me want to cry" or "this is such a moving piece"... blablablabla!

*rolls eyes*

Give me a break! If you really like it so much, go write him an email, and spare me the sight of those ghastly intellectually-challenged comments. if you find it so amazing, write him an email, and tell him about how it touched you blablabla and how it impacted you and how you related to it. I've written emails to some bloggers too, to tell them how I loved their blogs, how I like their writing or how I find them really amusing etc. I think it speaks a lot about one's individuality when all you can do is memorising the comments of others and blindly transposing of it. Regurgitated shit is worse than pure shit. to top it off, there were 62 comments of the similar vein.

*rolls eyes*

Thankfully, some of them were more unique. Really, if you know that a post is so good you had to post some praises on the person's comments section, at least try some creativity and be a little more unique in constructing your comments. Don't fabricate lies and post drama-mama stuff like how you cried your hearts out and all that nonsense. If you think its good, try to praise in a witty manner. You don't have to cry to post for it to be touching. If a piece of art/writing had to make someone literally cry before it can be labelled touching and poignant and powerful, then I can jolly well say most of the books I read(save for some) are terribly, inaptly written without any panache or flair. Honestly, do any of you guys actually believe that all the commentors who said they cried to the post actually did cry?

*rolls eyes*

Oh, and I absolutely hate irrational, fanatical behaviour. If you actually read Rockson's blog, you will know what I mean. Every single post garners comments in the hundreds from dozens and dozens of groupies, of both genders. (though the sexuality of the male groupies/rabid fans can be rather questionable.) Ok fine, he's has his charm in his online persona, he writes in his famous in-your-face, no holds barred style, and the ah bengs and ah lians fawn over him like they worship the ground he blogs on (anyone else comes to mind? hmmm).

Yes he's funny, I admit to reading him and occasionally enjoying his posts too, but silly comments always drive me sick. The ah lian and ah bengs and other miscellaneous types (belonging to the minority of his readers, of course) post such disastrously revolting comments that I am tempted to hack* into his account and delete them all off. And judging by the types of comments they post up, most of them have a vocabulary that leaves little to be desired.

the worst are the crazy whackos who professed their undying support for Rockson by wanting to beat up some guy who actually criticized a certain magazine for recommending his blog, which is littered by vulgarities. Expletives are rampant on his blog, and if you can come across a blog post without an expletive in any given paragraph, inform all your friends to buy the lottery on that day. so they haunted and tortured that poor chap who was speaking his mind in a proper manner, trying to maintain some form of civility. Instead of resorting to coherent arguments to defend their online idol, they resort to repulsive boarish behaviour to get back at their perceived enemy.

*rolls eyes*

Good heavens. I think my eyeballs are going to pop from all that eye rolling.

Someone.Please.kill.Me. Having my mind traumatised over all some of these horrible comments is really driving me nuts.

Well, at the very least, these bloggers are smart enough not to buy their readers' patronising behaviour. that is evident because they don't indulge them buy replying to every single comment. Although seriously, If I was them, I would be a little nastier to correct some of their rather apprehensible behaviour, by replying in harsh words. Even the local blogging princess (though I am loathe to call her this) recently made the smart move by deciding not to reply to any comments.

Knowing that the government actually monitors blogs rather diligently, let's hope they will read this post, get convinced by my absolutely genius opinions, and start to flush out whacko commentors.

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Oh yeah, and although I've never gotten more than 20 comments on a single post before, I thank God that my readers are generally an opinionated bunch.

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*(when I said hack into their accounts earlier on, I was by no means serious. That would be an absolutely childish and repulsive act of hatred. I have to make clear that I am joking. Hence, I am now immune, or exempt from any potential haters wanting to charge me for advocating hacking. Government cannot charge me under some Malicious Act(I came up with this).

And last I checked, there were no seditious comments of any kind.)

A couple of days ago, I just watched 'Be With Me'. Mch has been said about the show, critics have raved (and occasionally ranted) about the beauty and subtle magnetism of the show, and the good folks at the Cannes Film Festval has been kissing the production crew's collective butts, giving the crew a 6 minute long standing ovation.

Although I thought the film had its disappointing portions (especially regarding the narrative aspect towards the middle of the film), I generally enjoyed it. Alot. Even the not-so-qualified film critic in me was placated and subdued while I was viewing the show. I decided to let loose on my hard-up attitude and did my darnest to reduce my efforts in dissecting and analysing the fim.

You know you've genuinely enjoyed a movie when long after the movie has ended and the sudden sheen of black appears, you are still glued to your seat, jaw dropped towards the ground, still marvelling in awe about a fine piece of art. Even the credits seemed beautiful, and while I was still blankly staring at the credits rolling out on the screen, the sweet aftertaste of positivity in the film was still lingering.

On another note, when I was the M18 rating that came along with the movie. I was mentally preparing myself for some explicit (but tasteful) sex scenes btetween the 2 female lovers. In fact, the movie, besides it tackling the still taboo (at least in Singapore) topic of homosexuality, did nothing to deserve its rating. It has dark and depressive overtones, no doubt; but really it is also essentially about hope, faith, fate and love. I was initially perplexed as to why it got the rating -- perhaps the censors were too harsh and failed to exercise better judgment?

But it later dawned on me tha there was some good that came out of the M18 rating. When I was in the cinema, squealy schoolgirls were giggling incessantly throughout the movie, especially the parts when Theresa Chan (the female protaganist and silent narrator) was speaking. The people are seriously just short on empathy. Is it really such a Herculean task to show some respect for such a remarkable aldy by sitting in appreciative silence throughout the film?

Theresa Chan's life account is an inspiring testimony about the beauty of life. It is definitely not a silly, comical tale to tickle one's laughing buds.

Unless you're some sadistic freak or Schadenfreudan whacko who don't quite have a life, I don't see how one can derive joy from seeing a deaf and blind lady struggling to speak coherently.

Some people, I swear, are just devoid of a heart. These are teh people who are absolutely impervious to th effects of our nation's Courtesy Campaigns and would never fork out a dollar for some charity fund for the handicapped.

Which leads me to my next point.

How I wish tha the censors would raise the bar and push the rating up to a R21. Seriously, I would rather fewer people watch this wonderful work of art than to desecrate its beauty with their childish mocking laughter.

They say that guys mature a lot later than girls. But from my personal experience in the cinema, I can safely conclude that theory is absolutely erroneous, since all the annoying giggles were from females.

Having said that, guys PLEASE do watch the show. Support local talent! While there are some flaws in the film, or certain narrative aspects that rubs off against you, it was still an extremely poignant, powerful piece on hope and love and fate. Hopefully, it'll reinstill you jaded 21st century types with a zest for life once again.


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BTW, it MY DAILY BREAD'S 1st Year Anniversary!!!
Blows birthday cake

A special thanks to Marilyn for helping me start this blog, as well as my earliest readers Nilsinelabore (whose blog is now defunct), Dr Fletcher, ms.beautifuk, as well as the other nice blogger friends... Ball Of Yarn, Lynne, Hungry Bunny, Little Dowager, Laughingcow, Zenith etc.... and the other anonymous non-blogger readers too! thanks for reading my blog. :D

Tagged by Laughingcow. Thanks for tagging me because you know I'm such a tag junkie, as if getting tagged gives me some vague sense of ecstasy.

List three random facts about yourself that your friends might not know. And then tag five other friends to do it.

1. I was in the choir before. That was when I was in my pubescent phase and had these wild dreams of being a singer, partly because I like singing, and partly because singers (esp the boybands last time) seem to get all the chicks. Of course, after you get inside the choir, things really change because it's waaay more boring than what you expect. The drudgery of going for practices several times a week weared me down quickly because we were doing sleep-inducing choir pieces. Also, joining the choir naturally earned me a lot of stick, especially when all the people (especially the guys) back then stuck to their narrow minded, stereotypical mindsets and called guys in the choir sissies.

Eh, I'm a SNAG what, cannot ar? Haha, did you guys see Jason Biggs in American Pie? He joined the choir to show the chicks he was s SNAG too! Female readers, I'm right, am I?

Oh, and my other co curricular activities include table tennis, tennis, badminton, and library. I stuck to table tennis for 1 and a half years, badminton for a year, tennis for a year, and library for a year and a half. I'm quite the experimenter, ain't I?

Oh I have to add, unfortunately for me, I subscribed to the stereotype perpetuated by the media that the choir had all the hotties, which was not totally true. They had the hotties, but most of them were Ah-lians. what an utter waste!

2. I took part in a Talentime competition before as the lead vocalist of my 'band'. We sang, of all songs, Chumbawamba's "I Get No doubt". i screwed it up so badly, I swear I could have buried my whole body into the ground, because hiding my face wouldn't be enough. My voice was absolutely inapt for the song, and besides, Chumbawamba's "I Get No Doubt".... nothing much left to masascre, really.

3. The compliments I've received from girls (and aunties) include the following:
-I'm cute
-I'm funny
-I'm nice
-I'm handsome
-I'm sweet
-I'm considerate

OK FINE!!! GO AHEAD AND PUKE ALL YOU WANT! BUT THEY ARE ALL TRUE!

They kind of make up for my height. I'm short. If you want to know my actual height you've got to e-mail me privately!!! I'm about the same height as Marilyn so if you really wanna know you can ask her instead. :D

Ok, so time to pass the baton and get the following people to reveal their darkest secrets and desires! (like they will.) Oh, and if that dark desire is that you wanna date me, do send me photos of yourself to my email and I'll conduct a brief audit of the entries. :D My shamelessness astounds me at times.

5 people I'm passing the tag to:
1) Marilyn
2) Venitha
3) Zeenie
4) TheHungryBunny
5) Zenith

Have fun guys! Looking forward to seeing all the interesting nuggets delicious details you guys are going to dig up for me to read!

You have THREE fricken Television sets in your house.... but is STILL unable to catch the Man Utd Vs Manchester City match because....

The TV in the living room is dominated by my dad. who's actually using the computer but will insist that he wants to watch the television when you attempt to switch the channels even when his eyes are clearly fixed on his computer (doing whatever he is *ahem* doing)

The TV in my sis room is out of bounds because she's perpetually hooked onto some trashy Korean romance movies, which in my mind are really like horrible nightmares made into film....

And the last television set is conveniently serving my bro because he is watching the fricken Liverpool match on the other channel!!!!

ARGH!!!

And then you keep having the thought, perhaps if you had just watched the match, perhaps, just perhaps, you watching the match could have brought out some little divine intervention or perhaps usher in some cataclysmic change that would irrevocably change the outcome of the match and Man U wouldn't end up with a pathetic 1-1 draw to a technically inferior team.

Bah.

Recently, I've realized I'm getting more addicted to foreign blogs. Everyone knows I'm a culture junkie, and love foreign culture to the max (especially American(pop) culture) and reading foreign blogs make for great culture exchange!

Top read at the moment:

Rogueslayerlawstudentmoviefan! -- This one's a great great read. First, she's a Buffy The Vampire Slayer fan. She watches Angel too, and coincidentally, her favourite character is Faith, which is mine too. Secondly, she's one of those cool 40-something types with a huge zest for life, which pretty much explains her living out her American dream, pursuing a law degree at her kind of age. Ok, she's gay, and I'm quite the advocate of heterosexuality, but I can't discount her super high cool quotient just because of that right?

Tony Pierce's bus blog! --- aiite, this one kinda reminds me of Balderdash!, since he pretty much waxes lyrical on everything under the sun, although most of his posts revolves around the theme of politics. he provides succinct insight into political affairs, but he's short on the mind-boggling jargon and highly experised language that the layman may find repulsive. Basically, his blog is like Politics 101 for the commonfolk, sprinkled with a little musings on his daily life from time to time.

Great reads!

Been really busy lately, and a little remiss with my blog surfing and commenting. I still have a tag from Laughingcow to complete, and I'll get to it once I get home later from hunting for my friend's present.

Ciao!

The past few days, in my moments of self reflection, me, the guy with too many thoughts, finally sussed out the best way to react to hatred. Not that I haven't already known the appropriate ways to deal with it, but as I was just deep in thought on the bus, I finally managed to wrap the whole concept of hatred around my mind so tightly.

Man are all innately selfish, we all know that. As much as knowing it makes us uncomfortable, that's what we are. Of course, being innately selfish doesn't mean we can't train ourselves or change ourselves to learn to love others, what with love being a choice after all. but we hate because often, people either annoy or irritate us, try to harm us, or has hurt things or people we love. And it's natural to be way pissed off with someone who actually brings hurt to you or the ones you love. but it sure is draining to keep harbouring hatred in our hearts. Vengeance is a principle so eagerly espoused by people all over the world, because well, perhaps hate and anger are the only driving forces keeping them sane and alive in this world. Some people rather feel anger and hate than feel nothing at all; then will they truly feel jaded knowing that life is just one black abyss of nothingness.

I generally try to be nice to people, but in my reckless days of youth in the past, I am pretty sure I have done some things to make people really dislike me. There sure are the fair share of detractors who scoff at me, mainly because of my faith, and there're the others who dislike me for just being me. (really primary school, I know) Being in the hell hole that is secondary school for 4 years, I've known the feeling of suspicion that people are mouthing slanderous remarks about you wherever you go.

In the past, I would torture myself incessantly with thoughts of inadequacy, like "oh, I'm not good enough to fit in to this group" or "I should not have been born Raymond because then these people won't dislike me" or some other crappy, depressive, even self-pitying thoughts of the same vein.

It didn't take me long to realize that hey, in life there're bound to be those that will never be pleased with you. Nothing you do will be enough for them. In fact, I would say that it is the norm that some people out there dislike you. I mean, if my life is in such a perpetual comfort zone, such that I have no enemies or detractors, it probably means the extent of my influence is realyl pathetic. Seriously, anyone wanting to do great things, pursue big dreams, must encounter these sort of people in other for their personal growth, I guess.

Naturally with such a belief, my life got transformed. People can still spill forth tons of crap about you, but we all have a choice how we want to react to it. We can choose not to be angry to certain things, even if in normal circumstances a normal man would be naturally angry about it. To love and forgive are choices we make too. (ok, that's a little cliched, since everything in life are essentially choices we make.)

Anyway, the revelation I received is that, if these people are actually disliking me, or even worse, hating me, then I MUST be doing something right. Because now I know that I DO have an impact on people. Maybe not a good impact, but for everyone that loves you, I am pretty sure there's one that hates you. Armed with that knowledge, I started to grow indifferent to people who disliked me or slandered about me (as most of us do in our high school days.)

Because seriously, I take being disliked as a compliment. As I said, people actually take the trouble to dislike you and talk utter bollocks about you, then you do have an incredible impact on people's life after all, even if it's not in an extremely positive sense.

Yes my friends, the opposite of love is not hatred. The opposite of love is really indifference and insouciance. Utter indifference and apathy towards you would be the ultimate form of insult towards the person, because it would mean that your existence is utterly devoid of influence of any kind, that you are in a way an invisible being, that the world would be no different without you.

So now, should I have any detractors or people who dislike me, I just sit back and look smug. Yes dudes, go ahead and hate me, because you're wasting your own time and energy, while I'm here, all fine and good and moving on with my life with zest and passion. In adult speak, I would say 'words can't bring me down'.

but part of me just want to stick my tongue out at these people and say "NANNEE NANNEE POO POO!"

Bwahahahaha.

so the next time you have doubts about your place in this world, think again. If there's actually people out there who do hate you with a vengeance, then you can reassure yourself that hey, one man makes a difference in this world. Most importantly, YOU make a difference in this world.


Inspired by Marilyn's post on the topic of hatred.

I'm rather annoyed with some of the commotion and big hoo haa with regards to the issue of blogging privacy and password protecting blog posts.

It's not the fact that people are discussing about it that irks me; freedom of speech is certainly something I advocate. It's the fact that some good folks over at Tomorrow are speaking out like they ARE the big wigs of the local blogosphere, and when they say something, it's the ultimatum. they're now defining rules and standards with regards to privacy, making things black and white for all of us, such that we know what blogging online entails and the conditions to our virtual privacy. Gist of it: you blog something, you put it out in public, it IS public, so it's people's rights to link to it or publicise it. You don't know how to password protect posts, your bad. You haven't heard of Tomorrow.sg and are newly initiated in the blogging business, and are unaware of the rate at which information proliferates on the net, and them wham! you are linked on a highly read site despite your wishes, well, go and suck your own thumb, cos that's your own problem. At least that's what the good folks (is it me or is the use of the word "good" here extremely patronising) over there are saying.

I'm merely going to reiterate what many people have brought out in their discussions. Firstly, die-hard blogger users like me do not have the option to password protect my posts. That's why I keep 2 blogs, the other being a relatively private blog not meant to be some online Bible of Nonsense for the average joe to read everyday while slacking at work. Obviously now with people re-defining online rules, there's no such thing as a private blog. Oh well. Guess I'll have to practice discretion in that case, or in the worst case scenario, find some hosting platform that allows me to password protect my posts.

I want to add that not everyone means for their blog to be kept private, and do not mind visitors dropping by to read. Most are flattered actually, when anonymous readers drop by and leave compliments ( or even when they leave insults) because well, if you can make someone feel so strongly about something you write, then you must be doing something right. In fact, I feel sometimes if I blog too long without writing something mildly controversial or without writing anything that elicits strong attention, then it's time for me to take a break from blogging(which I have done before). But while some people do not mind visitors dropping by, not all are ready for the hundreds and hundreds of people dropping in on their blog, scrutinizing their lives with fiery judgment in their eyes, and then leaving insulting comments. Yeah, the blog is on a pervasive medium such as the internet, but what are the chances of a average, obscure blog being swamped by hundreds of readers if it wasn't Tomorrow-ed in the first place? (I'm just using the local context here, it'd be far worse it it was on Boing Boing or some other blog aggregator). People can only deal with sudden fame if given adequate time to be mentally prepared for it, especially if they're not into blogging for the sake of fame. Perhaps proper notification of being linked up could help in given these poor sods some mental readiness.

Oh well, I shall not expound on blogging privacy any longer because it'll probably take another 100 more paragraphs for me to write out a detailed, coherent argument.

Let me talk about the paradox of blogging.

Yes, blogging is ironic, because we pen down private elucidations for the world to see. We articulate innermost thoughts on arguably the most pervasive medium around in our era. Paradoxical, eh? (of course, some blogs do not always contain private thoughts of a person)

Because some of these thoughts and feelings are so intimate, we keep them away from our close ones. But yet, we put them down in a couple of hundred words for the world to see because we know we can gain support and approval from strangers we've never met before in real life. That is what the internet has reduced human interaction to. Sad, but true.

When I first started the blog, I wrote mainly commentary on the sad state of Singapore. Then, I became a lot more personal in my writings. Following which, I decided to create a split persona to rant about all the unfairness and injustices and crap going on in the world because I thought it was unfitting of me (the real me) to do so. But now I don't give a damn. I just want to be myself.

AT this point, I realized I don't really understand the point of this post itself. Maybe there's no point at all. Remember I said I dont' give a damn anymore?

Anyway, this is going to be my last post on blogging. There MUST be more to blog about than blogging itself. Darn, I've got at least a dozen brilliant ideas swimming around in my brain right now.