Thursday, August 19, 2004
It goes Two Ways
The comedown after the climax is a bitter pill to swallow. Still feeling a bit high after last night, even though we didn't have a drop to drink.
All that's left is Dido, on CD, who doesn't actually compare to Dido in life. She sounds a lot more dispassionate on her CD - and yet still so wonderful. Err. I should stop blathering or I might actually become a (cough) fan.
But she's so blonde...
moving swiftly on. (I wonder if they have medications that would sort me out?)
*****
Hunter
In breaking news, Shewhoshallnotbenamed (I wonder if she's related to voldemort?) has requested that I take down the wearereallytiredof(shewhoshallnotbenamed'srealname).blogspot.com site.
Thing is she doesn't know how good she's got it already. I could've put a permanent link up top left. snigger. As it is, at the rate I write all of this will be forgotten iin time and a deluge of random rambles before tomorrow. And I could have made the blog a public-listed blog. Shrug.
Several of what I can only assume are her loyal "blodgers" have arrived and begun to unleash a (rather predictable) hail of abuse on me. Twiddle thumbs. I suppose that should make me feel upset... heh.
I'll be the first to admit that I hold stereotypes in my head. Fortunately, I'm also fairly open to debate and I'm more than ready to have my prejudices dismantled in the light of sufficiently persuasive arguments.
My stereotype of Singaporeans (my countrymen!) from what I remembered was that they were nice enough in their own ways - but unable to accomodate views other than their own. And their prejudices in turn were insurmountable because of this.
So it's been nice (note. nice. just nice.) reading your comments - a lot of you have proven fairly sensible, thoughtful and mature - and willing at least to give the matter of free reign of the press - to abuse the truth - some thought at least. And I concede that many of you are right - the country is probably not ready for a responsible media.
I just wish it was different, is all.
Apparently however - you guys are all my "niche market" or so xiaxue claims. Oh no, I said her name - will she descend like a cloud of locusts on hapless re-minisce? chuckle.
Two take-home messages today :
One is that the people who wander through here are people. Not ardent fans, not hormonally-charged preteen idol-worshippers, not identity-seekers desperate for an ounce of angst and attitude, present for the sole purpose of oiling my self-esteem. But real people. Some of you are my peers - and some aren't. Many of you write your own blogs, in turn - and many of you write well.
You're all people. Not tools. Not things.
You're just another guy - and just another girl - and all of you have unique perspectives on the world.
I maintain that I still write for myself... and all of you are accidental voyeurs of inconsequence - and I wouldn't have it any other way. I like that we don't know each other, but exchange points of view. I like that we make each other think. I suppose it's the appeal of the "intimate stranger."
I've never really told many of my friends about this blog. I prefer speaking my thoughts to the wind... even if the wind is made up of people.
So no, you're not my niche market, and I'm not your messiah. I'm just a guy, only a guy - bleeding his thoughts (only his thoughts!) and feelings as they come to him.
I suppose we can't choose our adversaries - we make them. Perhaps xiaxue bit off more than she could chew -- because unlike her esteemed self, who "doesn't care" so much that she dedicates entire diatribes (nothing to do with africans, loincloths and penis size, thank you very much youknowwho) to telling the world how little she cares about her detractors - i honestly don't give a damn what people think about me, or whether they think I'm a good writer, or a traitor to my country. I just want to write. and think.
Am I baiting her as one of her ardent "blodgers" wants to think? (what a horrible term... well I think so anyhow.)
Pish. She'd know if I was baiting her. Re-minisce can be as subtle as... a rusty penknife inna back - if he wants to. Although he has to take his hat off to the bulldozer... bulldozers always beat knives. flat.
It's a free world - the people who pass through here can feel free to know that I won't delete their posts, no matter how offensive or crude. We all have points of view. These are mine.
Those are yours.
Fair enough. We'll all still be alive tomorrow.
The other take-home message is that emails are a two way process. And life is a many way process. We're all alone inside our heads - we're all islands in our minds.
But the souls we encounter on a daily basis are other islands just as large as our own - if not larger.
Everyone has their own points of view to share. Everyone deserves some measure of civility - until they abuse it.
And that everyone bleeds if you cut them.
Just don't go biting the dangerous ones. Laughs.
(I) want to be a Hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go
- Dido, Hunter
All that's left is Dido, on CD, who doesn't actually compare to Dido in life. She sounds a lot more dispassionate on her CD - and yet still so wonderful. Err. I should stop blathering or I might actually become a (cough) fan.
But she's so blonde...
moving swiftly on. (I wonder if they have medications that would sort me out?)
*****
Hunter
In breaking news, Shewhoshallnotbenamed (I wonder if she's related to voldemort?) has requested that I take down the wearereallytiredof(shewhoshallnotbenamed'srealname).blogspot.com site.
Thing is she doesn't know how good she's got it already. I could've put a permanent link up top left. snigger. As it is, at the rate I write all of this will be forgotten iin time and a deluge of random rambles before tomorrow. And I could have made the blog a public-listed blog. Shrug.
Several of what I can only assume are her loyal "blodgers" have arrived and begun to unleash a (rather predictable) hail of abuse on me. Twiddle thumbs. I suppose that should make me feel upset... heh.
I'll be the first to admit that I hold stereotypes in my head. Fortunately, I'm also fairly open to debate and I'm more than ready to have my prejudices dismantled in the light of sufficiently persuasive arguments.
My stereotype of Singaporeans (my countrymen!) from what I remembered was that they were nice enough in their own ways - but unable to accomodate views other than their own. And their prejudices in turn were insurmountable because of this.
So it's been nice (note. nice. just nice.) reading your comments - a lot of you have proven fairly sensible, thoughtful and mature - and willing at least to give the matter of free reign of the press - to abuse the truth - some thought at least. And I concede that many of you are right - the country is probably not ready for a responsible media.
I just wish it was different, is all.
Apparently however - you guys are all my "niche market" or so xiaxue claims. Oh no, I said her name - will she descend like a cloud of locusts on hapless re-minisce? chuckle.
Two take-home messages today :
One is that the people who wander through here are people. Not ardent fans, not hormonally-charged preteen idol-worshippers, not identity-seekers desperate for an ounce of angst and attitude, present for the sole purpose of oiling my self-esteem. But real people. Some of you are my peers - and some aren't. Many of you write your own blogs, in turn - and many of you write well.
You're all people. Not tools. Not things.
You're just another guy - and just another girl - and all of you have unique perspectives on the world.
I maintain that I still write for myself... and all of you are accidental voyeurs of inconsequence - and I wouldn't have it any other way. I like that we don't know each other, but exchange points of view. I like that we make each other think. I suppose it's the appeal of the "intimate stranger."
I've never really told many of my friends about this blog. I prefer speaking my thoughts to the wind... even if the wind is made up of people.
So no, you're not my niche market, and I'm not your messiah. I'm just a guy, only a guy - bleeding his thoughts (only his thoughts!) and feelings as they come to him.
I suppose we can't choose our adversaries - we make them. Perhaps xiaxue bit off more than she could chew -- because unlike her esteemed self, who "doesn't care" so much that she dedicates entire diatribes (nothing to do with africans, loincloths and penis size, thank you very much youknowwho) to telling the world how little she cares about her detractors - i honestly don't give a damn what people think about me, or whether they think I'm a good writer, or a traitor to my country. I just want to write. and think.
Am I baiting her as one of her ardent "blodgers" wants to think? (what a horrible term... well I think so anyhow.)
Pish. She'd know if I was baiting her. Re-minisce can be as subtle as... a rusty penknife inna back - if he wants to. Although he has to take his hat off to the bulldozer... bulldozers always beat knives. flat.
It's a free world - the people who pass through here can feel free to know that I won't delete their posts, no matter how offensive or crude. We all have points of view. These are mine.
Those are yours.
Fair enough. We'll all still be alive tomorrow.
The other take-home message is that emails are a two way process. And life is a many way process. We're all alone inside our heads - we're all islands in our minds.
But the souls we encounter on a daily basis are other islands just as large as our own - if not larger.
Everyone has their own points of view to share. Everyone deserves some measure of civility - until they abuse it.
And that everyone bleeds if you cut them.
Just don't go biting the dangerous ones. Laughs.
(I) want to be a Hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go
- Dido, Hunter
