Sometimes this place is meant to be private

It is a double-edged sword, this blogging business. One of the reason why it exists is that there are people who don't mind sharing a little bit of themselves to the world at large. I believe there is a streak of voyeurism as well as exhibitionism in everyone of use. National heroine Glenda Han (the link to the Young Pap Discussion Forum which compares Glenda to Lily Neo has ceased to exist) Annabelle Chong surely has got high levels of at least exhibitionism. A porn-addict who goes a step further and actually attempts to film his own series of upskirt shots and other amateurama might have an overdose of voyeurism. Voyeurs might pass off as avid bird-watchers or astronomers. Be wary of them. Exhbitionists usually pass themselves off as, well, exhibitionists. There aren't that many activities that require mandatory display of copious amount of flesh. Competitive sun-tanning perhaps.

Random picture of a coconut tree. No reason for it to be here except that I want it to be. So there. Nyeh!

Anyway, so yes, most bloggers are a little bit exhibitionistic and blogders vary in their levels of voyeurism. Some are pure voyeurs. Not many are pure exhibitionists.

There are some times when I just want to rant. Or capture really awe-full (awful) events but details would have allowed some blogders too know immediately who I am talking about. That is not so good.

There are times when I just want to capture something really significant or interesting. But knowing who some of my blogders are, I definitely impose on myself certain guidelines and sadly, practise some form of self-censorship.

Then there are times when my capabilites, or rather, the lack of writing capabilities results in a poorly written entry that no only makes no sense to blogders, it's not mildly funny, it makes no sense to myself a few days down the road. This is starting to become one of those entries.


Random picture of a two dogs. No reason for it to be here except that I want it to be. So there. Nyeh nyeh!

Maybe I should introduce a fictional, non-existent guest blogger. This mysterious blogger, impersonated by myself, will blog about stuff that I can't blog. Like, let's suppose I just ran over a cat while driving on the road. Well, those who know me well enough will realise that I am either lying or potentially broken the law. I don't have a car license. But sometimes I will get the guest blogger to blog about stuff like how I just decided 100% to finish my bond and get out of the current job I am in. Well, there are hazy shades of truth that is blurred by complete lies, half-truths and red-herrings in an entry like that.

So that means I can blog about things like how I really want to write and publish a book before I lose the interest to, I can blog about how I really would like to taste fermented beancurd although it smells like the sewers, I can blog about how I was picked up by a homosexual/reformed lesbian/converted lesbian/girl/lass/gal/guy/guy who mistook me for a gal/gay who mistook me for a gay/lesbian who mistook me for a gal, I can blog about voting for PAP/WP/SDP/SDA/Labour/Liberal Democrats/Conservatives/Green/Independents, I can blog about knowing the whereabouts of Osama, I can blog about how much I want to move out of the house but because I lack the guts, I can blog about why I think being single is really fun, I can blog about why being alone is not natural, I can blog about being in a lifelong partnership with one partner is not natural, I can blog about imaginary movies that were never made and compile imaginary soundtracks for imaginary movies. I can blog about that one night stand that got away, I can blog about that one night I was stood up, I can blog about that one night I couldn't get it to stand, I can blog about that one night stand that didn't get away. I can blog about that one stand night. I can blog about getting married, I can blog about preparing for my wedding, I can blog about attending my wedding, I can blog about going on a honeymoon, I can blog about attending my own funeral, I can blog about actual true-life account of events after my death, I can blog......anything, without fear of the repurcussions.


Random picture of a pots. No reason for it to be here except that I want it to be. So there. Nyeh nyeh! t",t

But I can't.