So Much For Blogging

Ok so much for blogging.  Its been a good 3 months since I've visited blogger.  I'm sorry, although I can't say my imaginary readers mind too much.  In any case, quick update, autumn has come and gone.  The yellow trees one enjoys over autumn? Gone already.  But here's a taste of it...  another 12 more months before I see any of this again...  its pretty damn awesome though.

Wikipedia-ing Your Birthday

At someone's silly suggestion, I went to wikipedia my birthday. I knew my birthday was the day the bomb was dropped on hiroshima in 1945 (yes my mother never fails to remind what a disaster I am), but there were some other really interesting events and birthdays! Check them out!

1926 - Harry Houdini performs his greatest feat, spending 91 minutes underwater in a sealed tank before escaping.

1984 - Pop star Prince releases Purple Rain, the album which would launch him to superstardom.

1997 - Microsoft buys $150 million worth of shares of financially troubled Apple Computer.

1809 - Alfred Lord Tennyson,the English poet is born.

1911 - Lucille Ball, American actress and comedian is born.

1962 - Michelle Yeoh, Malaysian actress is born.

1982 - Adrianne Curry, American model who won the first America's next top model. Yes the sexy tomboyish one.

Cool isn't it? Go wikipedia your own birthday!

Bloggers Are Necessarily Narcissistic

I like reading what I wrote. Does that make me a narcissist? I mean honestly, I think I’m my biggest fan. See the stat counter at the bottom of the page, its hardly impressive I know, but imagine how much more unimpressive it would be if I wasn’t my biggest fan. I’ve actually read most of my entries many times over and sometimes, I even read my entries from just a couple of days ago and giggle to myself (except of course for my invectives against religious fundamentalists which then gets my blood pressure up again).


Seriously, does that make me self absorbed and smug? There are books I could read again, but the thought that I know the end of the plot makes me want to fast forward through the book and get it over and done, in which case I think to myself, then why even bother re-reading the book if you aren’t really going to read it. That’s why I say there are books I could re-read again, but won’t probably get past myself to actually do it. My stuff on the other hand, I could read over and over again… every single sentence. That must sound weird. But how could I not like what I wrote (not in a pompous ass sense…), I mean I wrote it didn’t I? I must like it at least a little to want to put it up here for everyone to read and judge. What would actually be weirder would be if I didn’t like what I wrote… which would therefore mean, there wouldn’t be a blogspot.com now would there? Either that, you would find my arms in a tangle because right brain says to blog while left brain goes shut the hell up. Point and case, all bloggers are probably narcissistic, self absorbed weirdoes.

The Link Between Schizophrenia and Blogging

Sometimes I forget what I write in my blog. Everytime my baby asks me what I last wrote about, I can never tell her because I can never remember! The week I was going to head down for crabs, my friend asked me when I was going to eat my famous Joo Chiat crab, and I had the most incredulous look on my face. How the hell did you know I was going to eat crabs? The answer was plain and simple. My friend had read it in my blog. Its actually quite precarious not being able remember these things, because you start wondering how people around you know what you know, where you go, and what you’re thinking. It sometimes makes me feel like I’m being stalked. Of course its all quite good for the ego to know people bother to stalk me, but it can be alarming sometimes too, feels like big brother is watching…closely. How did she know I went to the Night Safari? How did she know about that… and that… and that? My inner schizophrenia gets fed into. I start to have suspicions about people around me and wonder if it all a big alien conspiracy. Aliens who can tap into your very stream of consciousness and know what you think. See how dangerous it is not being able to remember what you write in your blog. I’ll probably end up with a severe case of schizophrenia one day. Cause? Blogging.

I've Obviously Just Discovered How to Put Photos Here

Its obvious that I've just learnt the fine art putting photos on my blog... hence the two in one day. This is getting pretty fun I must say... Just for your information (and to make me sound sooo ultra-cool) I'm emailing a pic with post to my blog all via email... how cool is that? Or perhaps I'm just really out of it... half of Singapore is probably already adept at doing this and I'm just beginning to figure it out. But that doesn't mean I don't feel like Bill Gates right now... and if you are wondering why Angelina Jolie's picture is here... all I can say is why the hell not... look at her... why the hell would I not want her picture on my blog... (be still my beating heart, oh be still) Its strange that I find myself writing to an imaginary, addressing statements and questions to an other (see earlier statement "just for your information" - who the hell is your??). Makes me kinda wonder if anyone actually reads my crap. But it doesn't matter if anyone does or doesn't, this blog is about moi, yes narcissistic moi, just me putting out my inane thoughts, zany ideas, and at times rather vehement social commentaries for the world to know. Afterall what good is an opinion if you keep it to yourself. Yes, that's the way it should be.

My Virgin Blog

My virgin blog... at least once I hit "publish post". I'm probably one of the last few left who haven't started a blog so I figured why not. I seem to have an opinion about everything anyway... why not spare family and friends (who by the virtue of being just such nice people) the agony of listening to my blathering thoughts when I can just write them all down and post them up for the world to see. Not that I'm expecting anyone to read it really. But hey, it'll kinda be therapeutic I think, kinda like having a free therapist to listen to you, except that this therapist is virtual and could jolly well be anyone or no one at all. Well we'll see how things move along from here.