토요일, 9월 18, 2004
i realise how much of a routine blogging has become for me. yesterday i got home and proceeded to switch on the computer, log on to the net and take my daily perusal of the blogs saved onto my favourites list. after that, somehow i managed to find my way to blogger.com and was on the verge of logging in when a little nagging voice rang through my mind telling me that i had nothing to blog about.

nothing to blog about, i hear you cry. yes! it was a tussle between the conscious and not-so-conscious as i tried to rationalise in the still of the night just why i was taking all the steps in preparing to write a blog post even when i was tired, sleepy and currently quite happy with the state of my blog, thank you very much. in the end i tweaked some of the links in my template and went to bed, having not written a new post.

sometimes i think it's possible to have an addiction to blogging, as some people so aptly put it, but then again, i reckon that personally it's more of a reflex action. being overseas has made me so eager to share the goings-on of my life with those back home and at one point of time i even wrote down the stuff that i wanted to chuck in a post before actually composing the entry. when i'm at home the entries become more erratic, and i think at one point my post on guy sebastian stayed up so long people were wondering when, quite frankly, he would ever leave.

one day in blogland is a very long time, a window of existence where a multitude of things might happen, be they good or bad. with the press of a button, ordinary people like you and me are able to create anger, sadness, elation; and craft something that is our very own. it must be a bit narcissistic deep down, i'm sure, but the thought of sharing your own, ordinary, ho-hum life with whoever cares to stumble past your blog seems to make the world that much smaller. otherwise, the possibility of having an outlet, a punching bag, a receptacle to yell in when things go crazy, make life that much more endurable when that little piece of cyberspace is involved.

before i go into a full-blown gp essay (i think it would be good to stop here), may i just say that i like blogging. even when my mind threatens to de-wire itself from my state of consciousness and make me type senseless nonsense to post for all the world to see. it's a sanctuary, of sorts, and is so much more sophisticated than the old tattered diary one keeps under lock and key with 'do not touch or you DIE' scrawled on it in magic marker. the other day i just looked back on some of my older entries and chuckled to myself thinking, oh, how things have changed. things have indeed changed, some for the better, some for worse, but whatever it is, i'm glad with the way things turned out. :)