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A Step Further.

I SHOOK HANDS WITH KENNY SIA!!! ZOMG…

Heh. Should have taken a pic? Most ppl will say ‘SS or it didn’t happen’. (SS = screenshot, but in this case it just means a picture.)

The statements above was what hit me after I met him face to face. Then I catch myself, “Hmm, he’s a blogger. A famous one, one of my favourites, but still a blogger. Since when have bloggers gained celebrity status?”

Disclaimer: If anyone who knows Kenny, or if Kenny himself reads this, PLEASE DON’T TAKE THIS POST THE WRONG WAY. I respect those who blog, have no grudge against them, and am just writing this on an emotion / chord that struck me in an odd way.

I was walking out of the MCA 9-Point Party Platform after the last session I intended to attend, when I bumped into Kenny. Before that, I passed an area which was roped off for a ‘blog meeting’ (or something along that line). I was asking what was going on in that area, kinda guessing it was a bloggers meeting (I saw Nicole there), and was asked back if I was a blogger. I told her I blog, but only once in a blue moon, and she asked me again if I was a member of N-something (no, I can’t remember the name). No, I told her, and I was regretfully told that it was a bloggers only thing for those who joined that society. Huh? What? Wow… Bloggers now have celebrity status and have this kinda meetings? Wow… I wanna be a pro-blogger too…

Then the ‘I bumped into Kenny’ happened, and in the midst of that, I actually catch myself in thinking of them with a celebrity tag. Hey, another disclaimer here, I love Kenny (not in a homosexual way), his blogs are extremely entertaining and his travelogues have given me insight on what I should do if I do decide to take a trip to some-remote-area-backpacking-with-chicks-wanting-to-hop-along :) . But to put him on a celebrity status… kinda… wrong… in quite a number of levels (SORRY KENNY, DON’T EAT ME PLS).

What I feel, tagging a ‘celebrity tag’ to them will most unfortunately, bloat some egos. And for those who say ‘nay’, I’m sorry, but look at history. Man repeats history unless it becomes fatal. Then he (or she)’s not alive to repeat it. Putting on such a tag might destroy the core of a blogging society. We feel nice reading others’ blogs because we can ‘click’ with the topic, with views from the blogger coming from someone who is human, who isn’t scripted. Someone who’s in touch and in tune with the community will always interest us compared to those ‘up there’.

Blogging has been an interesting way to advertise something, with some big brands cashing into something that is made ‘by the people, for the people’. Those who reads blogs expect the blogger to give honest opinions on a product, as viewed by the blogger, not some trumped up marketing scheme to boost sales. In saying this, can bloggers keep to being impartial and be truthful on something? With sponsorship and advertisement time, bloggers might then take the route of THE advertisement space to be, and bloggers will the be put into a limelight which were formerly reserved for models, actors/actresses, etc (aka, celebs) 10 years from now, 20 years from now, when a new celeb class has emerged (the bloggerz… oooOOOoooo), can we look into the mirror and tell ourselves it’s us who gave them such a status? And can the regular bloggers actually look upon themselves and say “I blog for myself, with no editting and no scripting” and not “I blog for my fans / sponsors”? Think about it.

Maybe I felt left out, being a ‘once-in-a-blue-moon’ blogger and not in the loop. Maybe I felt jealous of the people there. Maybe, just maybe, I can see a bigger picture and feel that the road that fate twists will lead to pain and frustration in the future. Maybe?

A step further.
KW

Posted by Kah Wai at 04:14pm | Musings | 3 comments

Focus, the key to life.

As the title says, focus. I’m losing it. Not literally speaking, my spectacle power hasn’t gone up drastically for the last 5-6 years. I’m talking about thoughts. I was walking back today, when I abruptly lost a train of thought suddenly with no provocation at all. Frustrating trying to trace it back.

Not the first case too. Lately, I find myself wandering off, chasing butterflies would be an apt term. When I was in high school and stuff, I loved Sherlock Holmes and took quite a few tips while reading his stories. At that time, I can follow a conversation and mentally pick up a lot of details on a person. You COULD say mentally undressing someone, but that’s rude, isn’t it? Lol. So yes, I mentally pick up a lot of detail on a person. In a 5 minute conversation, I can see if a person has had his / her clothes ironed, if there were any indication of food on the clothes, if a person has had a walk through a park or has been sitting a lot… that kinda thing. I’m the guy who tells you your zipper is not all the way closed or if you tucked your pants into your sock (or your skirt into your panties? Haven’t happened before though.)

Things are different now. I can’t focus. Having a 5 minute conversation means my brain picks itself up and walks away within 2 minutes. I catch my own eyes glazing and I mentally blank out from the conversation. Bloody irritating especially in lectures. I must admit though, it does not happen to all conversations (almost all lectures though, I’m sick of it). I’m bored of the topic? Maybe. But that line of reasoning points to me being increasingly selfish, yes?

Posted by Kah Wai at 08:12pm | Musings | no comments

Blog too boring? Double U Tee Eff /cry /emo

Spoke to Sheryl earlier… Shows her my blog and the impression i get from her: Boring. Really? Is it THAT boring? Admittably, my past few posts have been about tech stuff, “GUY” stuff as she will put it. I’m pretty sure it’s filled with facts, and I try to make my words as tacky as possible… Ah well.

Maybe my blog should be melodramatic. With a touch of emo-ism. An outlet for frustrations, instead of crying myself to sleep, or getting so hurt that i gotta rush to the toilet and slash my wrists just to find a reprieve from the horrible horrible world. o______O I really doubt I’m that kinda guy. I really hope I’m not that kinda guy. Emotional, yes… Probably more ‘touchy’ and more ’sensitive’ than other guys. *Shrug* Friends like Mimi and Sheryl who have been great emotional crutches during those high school days will probably know what I’m talking about. It’s not very different now though, just that I have a girlfriend to let loose those pent up frustrations (please get sex out of your head; grow up), someone to talk to just to mentally refresh myself.

Maybe I should. It seems refreshing while I’m typing this. I’m not extremely good in the language, but I believe my choice of words are tacky enough. A hint of sarcasm, a note of awe, a bit of bullshit… Hmm… Sounds like I’m high on something. Been there, done that.

Gah ok… My thought process is all over the place right now. Reasserting: I’m not high on anything. Just confused on what should I muse about. Some things should be kept private, y’know? Among friends I can talk stuff and confess about things, but on a blog, well, it’s not private. Some random just drops by and looks through my feelings, looks at my life.

Now I catch myself rambling. I sound like an old grandfather telling his war stories / time of glory again and again and again and AGAIN to helpless grandchildren seated around him. I’d better stop now before I actually HAVE glorious times to ramble on.

KW

Posted by Kah Wai at 07:02pm | Musings | 2 comments