Ok, finally got around to changing the introduction text. But as you can see, I'm too sianz to write a proper one, so am going to blabber on in hopes that you will get an idea of what sort of person I am by guessing. Yeah, the format of this blog is crap. I haven't got around to fixing it. Later lah.. Much later...
Wooot e heeelllll... I’m so bored... I'm so bored that I'm updating my blog... even though I have nothing to write, and basically I'm just typing nonsense... I'm not using sms language, see, so my blog post will look longer and won't look like a pathetic attempt at an entry... Is it long enough now? Aooo shiat... it isn’t... ok, maybe I should add in more dot dot dots... like this... long enough... seems so... bye...
ME signed off at 12:56 PM
Saturday, May 24, 2008
58th entry
My blog posts are getting too long. I should shorten them. The one thing I’ve learnt is that only a very patient or avid reader gets further than the 2second paragraph. I have come to the realization that reader interest & the blog paragraph number must be mathematically correlated to something like this:
Interest Level = 1/Paragraph No.
ME signed off at 12:31 AM
Thursday, May 22, 2008
57th entry
I try hard to have change in my life, to in turn, change myself.
I try to be a go-getter, instead of a passive waiter. I know I have personality traits that disadvantage me. I believe in fate, in destiny. I’ve come to believe that I believe in these things too much.
If I put too much faith n dependence on e insubstantial lady chance, I might waste my whole life in vain expectation, waiting at e window instead of stepping outside to e world beyond.
But it's hard, because e one thing I lack in considerably is motivation. I rarely care strongly about anything. I have no destination, no goal. I am in essence, inert.
So I try to put myself in uncomfortable situations, to absorb motivation. I don’t seem to generate it myself. I dislike unfamiliarity, bcause I feel unsure. But it is precisely e insecurity that dispels my complacency, n gives me e drive to open e door. E door is really not locked, n e world outside is really something more desirable than I originally thought.
ME signed off at 12:23 AM
Thursday, May 15, 2008
56th entry
Some ppl say I am unemotional. They are right, in a sense.
I didn’t feel anything when my grandfather died. I still don’t. I am obligated 2 do so, I knw. That he is no longer arnd shld mean something more than a piece of information. Bt I barely knw him, I think I cn count e no. of times I met him on one hand. So shld I feel sad bcause I am obligated 2 do so? How true is that emotion? I gve up trying 2 force out emotion once I began to feel what a useless expenditure of energy it was.
So I don’t feel much emotion for many things. Bcz frm my perspective, it is nt that I’m being unemotional, bt bcz it makes no sense 2 do so. I don’t feel especially horrified, sad or concerned when I see a car crash fatality. I don’t particularly care for sob stories frm ppl of no concern 2 me, if I cnnt help or if e stories do nt interest me.
But I do feel emotion. When it affects me, when I care for u, when I can do something, or when whatever it is, it becomes of relation to me.
So whether or nt I am unemotional, I dn't really knw myself. Bt frm my perspective, it's nt me being abnormal, it's u all being weird.
ME signed off at 1:04 AM
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
55th entry
Let’s update my blog. Seeing that it has remained static for eons.
Don't over practise virtue. The old adage of "anything done in excess turns bad" applies everywhere. Good deeds, love and giving should be exercised in moderation, just like everything else. The quota may run higher, but still, the limit stands. Go overboard, and it turns to evil. Think about it.
