There, Really
why u blog?
so (hopefully) someone knows i'm not dead
why u seldom blog?
now i always del.icio.us/fwd and very occasionally twitter. please check my pulse there
of course, i hate stupid people too.
why u blog?
so (hopefully) someone knows i'm not dead
why u seldom blog?
now i always del.icio.us/fwd and very occasionally twitter. please check my pulse there
It's not I like being alone—meebo me, odeo me and my twitter, I so want you to ping me.
It's like being alone. I only told a few friends the story, and it's kinda personal. So, just ignore it (or ask me, in person).
Of course, I hate stupid people too. Of course, it's personal too.
Look, all I was trying to do is find a web site,message board whatever for people who like being alone. Those of us who are "Antisocial" that is, not social, have nothing out in cyberspace for those rare occasions when we come out of our caves and commune with the people. So tell me, am I in the right place? let me know please. There is no place on the web to call home. At least I haven't found any.
no, wrong place, i guess, sorry. it's really not really like being alone. it's like, being alone, but not really.
Yhea. Something like that but not really.
Blogging is hard, so twitter. (but being followed by a foreign stranger after signing up for 1 minute is... creepy?)
In fact, i'm more into fwd.
I'm not sure why I was so emo when my friends talked about breasts two years ago. But since my friends never bother to follow up, I suppose they all know it's just me being a tight ass. (Or, they never read this blog...)
Anyway, we had another breast talk the other day. It's the same old pretty-silly-and-we-laugh-for-no-reason-anyway kind of chit-chat. Only this time, it had a surreal twist that shocked, reflected, and actually had a point, or more. It's so revealing that I really want to tell you the epiphany that i wish i had.
So, ask me in person or let's chat off the record. Please.
Polala!!! (Polaroid exhibition, Aug 17-24, Hong Kong)
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