| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 |
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Late Night Thoughts
Yucks:
- Sites with cheesy music that can't be turned off.
- Sites with weird stuff like petals that continuously rain down the page making it hard to read anything at all.
Coincidentally or not, the site that got me thinking about this had both music that could not be turned off and the annoying petal shower.
- HTML is in American English. < font colour=? > doesn't work while < font color=? > does.
- American dates.
I'm not anti-American. I just think the Brit way of 12/04/04: the 12th of the fourth month of 2004 makes more sense.
Weird:
-How people often publish the details of their love lives on the net for all and sundry to see. Is it because they don't realise that people they don't know but who know them have access to their blogs through links from other people's blogs. (I just glanced through the blogs of a few people I know from school, but not very well. 2 of them I know cos' they were 'famous/infamous') I think I would be kind of freaked out if an acquaintance whom I don't even talk to comes up to me one day and says, "Hey, so how was your one-year anniversary? Any action? *wink*"
Is privacy not valued anymore? Hmm. As and when I get attached, would I also do the same and start posting all about it? Would he mind? On the other hand I can understand why people just have to write about their dear/baby/dearie/sweetie/etc. When you feel strongly about something, you want to tell people. But still?
Rhodri Marsden in Guardian: "I find confessional-type entries a little difficult to stomach. You're having all manner of stuff revealed to you - personal foibles, health problems, sexual inadequacies - when you barely know these people. I've seen people announce on their blog that they've dumped their fellow-blogger boyfriend. And then proceed, a week later, to blog about the new love of their life. And then blog a request to their boyfriend not to be "such a dick". And all in public. You can't help feeling that a phone call between the relevant parties would have been a better course of action. It certainly doesn't make for very comfortable reading."
I never understood how people on reality TV shows work. Especially the dating ones. Like how can they make out like nobody's around, when actually, the camera people are right there? And I don't think I'd want people from all over the world to see my boyfriend proposing to me on TV. It's our private moment and it's worth more than a million bucks and/or a sponsored wedding. In my favourite colour.
I used to be a blabbermouth and about 20 over people knew about the guy I used to like. It resulted in a lot of teasing, and I have to admit, I liked the teasing. It all crashed in the end, and I found it a real chore to explain what happened, why I stopped liking him, blah blah blah. Of course let me clarify that there're no bitter feelings for him left and he is indeed a wonderful person, but that's that. He's still not what I'm looking for right now.
Thus I decided that I would be discreet from then on and only tell a few close friends when I develop feelings for members of the opposite sex. As I realised, the more I talked about him, the more I focused on him, the deeper I got entangled in my feelings (which really didn't have much of a basis?) and when I look back now, I realise that I let myself get carried away by emotions.
Lastly - boys. Spiked hair, all the way from Singapore to the UK. Almost everyone's Spiky. What's with it? |
posted by esther @ 1:33 AM  |
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