Tuesday, July 31
crossroadsfor a post that is the first in a long while, i sincerely apologise for the rather trashy title. (which as the post turns out, does not make any sense at all but i shall keep it anyway)
and as if to continue the pretensions of grandiose, i would also like to say sorry to my hordes of adoring fans who make it a point to visit my blog as regularly as a religious litany.
all that aside, doesn't it stink of me just trying to fill this space? all because well, i had declared to girlfriend my resolution to post something tonight.
this is a personal blog yes. and very frankly i've grown pretty tired and busy to maintain it at levels which i used to. and there have been numerous occasions where the conundrum of "why do people even bother?" come to mind.
it could be because of an exhibitionist streak, an innate human desire and want to demonstrate value. by having people bother to read your blog and comment about, say, how funny the guy you mentioned in this-and-this post was or how unlucky you are to hurt your gums while brushing your teeth in the morning while you're still tired cause you went to a boring party last night and then go on to wet your favourite pyjamas while washing your face, blogging could very well fulfill this need.
or it could be a call for attention. "oh maggie you sound so sad on your blog, are you okay?" familiar?
i am pretty sure blogging did not start like these though. the first blogs were possibly political in nature, carrying serious messages although still remaining individual and personal. the well-written ones generated more hits, gained cult status and this whole blogging thing came to people's attentions. then you have blogs which, while not as serious, are rather more informative than the colour of the underwear you wore yesterday. like technology and sports and the like.
okay and then there is me. my blog is generally trash. it has nothing anybody who does not know me would want to read. it is cryptic and does not make sense half the time. and thus it acts as a vent. when i feel down i vomit it all out over here, generally avoiding much detail at all. if people ask and i feel like telling then i could pour my heart out about what's up. if not i dismiss it as imaginative writing. and there was much of this in the not-too-distant past.
but as of now, i am generally pretty happy with my life. my long and protracted prison sentence is coming to an end soon, it's been unforgettable, in as bad a sense of the word as you can think of. i have also had the good luck of having settled upon my university studies, some money in tow too, and an interesting and stable if not totally exhilarating career thereafter. a passion in certain investments is starting to pay off as well. and last but not least (no, i couldn't resist another cliche) i still have girlfriend. (yes folks, it is still the same one as it's been for some time now.)
which is why i really don't blog as often now. :)
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oh yes i've fulfilled my resolution by blogging about blogging, and explained myself to my adoring faithful why i don't blog as often these days. how very clever yes?
Wednesday, July 4
heads and shoulders and knees and toes.for the one who kicked me in the arse just slightly less than one year ago, this is a big smile and a finger in your general direction that screams "i'm back!" and i truly believe that this time, it'd finally be good enough.
for the one who began kicking me in the arse about one and a half years ago, this is a big smile and a finger in your general direction that screams "i'm off!" and i scamper away only to have the gigantic arms and fingers of mister establishment going in his most metallic and megatron-like voice "not so soon, bastard."
and for the one who charged through the doors of my life suddenly and without knocking about six months ago, this is a big smile and ten fingers plus embracing arms in your general direction to envelope you in a big big virtual hug. i love you and i thank my stars everyday that despite the strangest conditions everything has worked out. it's not perfect but it's as close as it gets.
i just had the best sold-in-normal-stores sliced bread. (read: the name obviously excludes bread not sold at supermarkets / mama shops eg. breadtalk)
