Here I am. The first post. Right. Okay.
Its a lovely sunny day in Kuala Lumpur, I just had some lunch and already the shower I took about an hour ago is no match for this kind of humidity. I promised I’d kick myself in the shins unless I got some content writing done for this site today, so here it goes:
I’ve blogged before, many times, on a number of sites that I’ve either invested time in or experimented on. That being said, it was fragmented, and after delving through some hardcopy entries from way back when, it didn’t take a lot to notice my writing chops were (or maybe still are) left wanting. Blogging – I’ve never fancied the term. I’d live with it and accept it as the way things were spoken but there would be a slight cringe when I heard the word mentioned to me in conversation, the kind of cringe you don’t exhibit outwardly but can imagine yourself in a face-twisting expression for a second in your mind’s eye.
Its a good thing, then, that that term has died off, mostly- probably only used by your Dad’s buddies when trying to remember what hobby he told them you had when you were 14; and because they wouldn’t know what else to call them. This isn’t a blog. Although, if you dig shallow enough, you could make quite a strong case about why this is a blog. And you’re right: the blueprint reads exactly like a blog *cringe*. But honestly nobody (nobody being me) wants to call them that. So don’t, especially for this…site. Please?
Update: The reason I’ve got a bit of a downer on the word ‘blog’ is because over the years my eyes, ears and spirit have been forced to endure the punishment of gaudy, bling’d up girly blogs (sorry, lack of a better term). Usually in bright retina-boiling pink, with the requisite annoying emo or snappy pop song in the background that plays instantly and can never…never…ever be shut off. And all they ever post about is either how emotionally fucked they are or a picture of what they ate for lunch or dinner or breakfast (which probably went stale by the time they put the damn camera away). I won’t be surprised if they took a picture of their shit, to analyze the shape, color and texture of that lump of excrement compared to the lump from yesterday’s lunch. And if there was ever a picture of themselves or a member of their pack, they’d be sporting that slightly tilted peace-sign next to the most horrific of plastic smiles.
Ahem…sorry. It had to be said. There’s obviously a nerve nearby…
The first post, yay!