BLOG U BLOG ME

I'm getting a little retarded in posting new entries. Yes, LAZY is the word and I managed to spell it out. Bleah.

I'm currently deep inside Multiply.com, reading blogs from people I barely know. Hey which makes it interesting. You get to know there are so many heartbroken people who still write their sad poems in Multiply DAILY. Hmm, they seem to vent all their emotions into it and find it pleasurable for strangers to read. Is this called sharing? Or flaunting? Thin fine line in this issue. Trust me, most of the idyllic, sad, bittersweet poems on love/life/personal destructions come from males. I rather call them SNAG. Gives me the shudder. And their photos... artistically taken/edited, depicting their quiet, smileless, serious, artyfarty faces.
Idiotic, I would say. So much for making yourself seen artistically and yet howl about your torn heart in the blogs. It creates a pathetic atmosphere, eh? Too perfect for a human to be sad physically. GET REAL!

I am re-reading Paulo Coelho's Veronika Decides To Die. Few pages left before I leave her maddening world. I will be left with nothing on my hand to hold and eyes to read during my treacherous journeys to and from work. Am having skintight budget this month, dun even know if I can afford to rent a novel from Sunny Rent-a-Book store. Damn.. I need to immense myself into surreal world, life's a little mundane in reality!

Cliff mentioned about a surprise visit soon. Hum hum hum. Do I like surprises? Answer was a definite 'yes' and 'of coz!' when prompted last time. I'm not too sure now. A little, I guess. Too much will send me into convulsion. My mind won't work properly and I will become gibberish for at least half an hour. Well that occurs only when the surprise is really a "~SURPRISE!!!~". If I wasn't surprised by the surprise attack, I would have to act like I was.
Phoney bitch.

Somehow I can't seem to write anything personal in Multiply than here. Perhaps too much scrutinization over there. People read your entries, post comments and it's courtesy for you to reply them. Courtesy?... Madness. Why should I? It's my blog!
But then, this space is where I dump my emotions because it's a safe haven. I dun like to be READ. I dun have the 'courtesy' to let strangers tapping into my mind/soul, watever. They dun need to, honestly. If they want to, they should seek proper channel, other than reading my blogs.

If you frown after reading the above, read the quotes on the left frame. It helps.