Untold Untruths

Earlier when I was blog-surfing, I noticed - not for the first time - that out of the 10 random blogs you read, 8 of them are crammed full of verbal drivel. Perhaps I was surfing around in the wrong circle of bloggers but really, it drives you a little insane with impatience after a while.

So, unbidden came the question: What makes a blog interesting?

The blogger? The content? Or God forbid, the tagboards?

After reading Kelly's blog, I have arrived at a conclusion. The Zyrk herewith declares her unbiased (but possibly premature) opinion, that an interesting blog is one whose blogger looks at life just that bit differently. It's really not about whether that person is more lengzai/lenglui, popular, good in english, proficient in gossip or whatnot. It's about how that he/she looks at life, and what he/she gets out of it. Hehe, big statement for a wee blogger, but I must elaborate a little.

Methinks that

Certain people pass their blog off as interesting to the general public because they:
1. Post pictures of their beautiful selves
2. Update everyone on gossip
3. Ramble about their everyday lives
4. Have BMW (bitching, moaning or whining) tendencies
4. Are genial, sweet and nice
5. Lead interesting lives

But by the Zyrk's standards, truly noteworthy bloggers are those who:
1. Make you smile/laugh
2. Write well, and with purpose
3. Touch the heart
4. Are not BMW (bitchy, moany or whiny)
5. Display intellectual integrity
6. Allow you to relate and appreciate
7. Leave you deep in thought
8. Have a little of the former category


** Further input from the Cow, highly advocated by the Zyrk:

An interesting blog by anyone's standards would be unattractive all the same, if it:
1. Is littered with "flashy thingamaroos"
2. Cannot be read by fault of overly fancy/microscopic font
3. Provides music/music videos of any sort
4. Has an ugly layout (read: repulsive colour combination and abysmal navigation)

Whereas a friendly blog which constituted the opposite of all of the above would be a reading pleasure to one and all :)


And thus, noteworthy bloggers of the Zyrk's acquaintance would be:
(not in order of preference)
1. Grace
2. Yi Perng
3. Kelly
4. Hui Ying
5. Myself (conceit alert!)

Hehe. Moliu post, but entertaining for myself nonetheless. Selfish Krys!

Haven't been online in weeks, damn Streamyx. I feel as though I haven't properly interacted with anybody this entire holidays, even though I have been to tuition, church and CG Pot Bless - not to mention I've been on the phone with Cow every single day. S'not normal, is it? My social meter (as per The Sims) should be comfortably green and full. *scratches head* I wonder: Am I so socially inept IRL nowadays that I feel more comfortable talking to people through IM programs and emoticons? :/

It's true you know. Social life has been very stale this last few years. It used to be that I always met someone new here or there, or got asked for my email or phone number every now and then. Now, these little petty excitements are so absent in my life that I have almost forgotten all about them.

It begs the question: where have all the good days gone?

But maybe that would be barking up the wrong tree. The real question should be:
Where has the old Krys gone?

It's awful to sit with a bunch of people you know and not have anything to say. You feel awkward, inept, and hatefully anti-social. The funny thing is I can't remember if it wasn't always like that. Did I use to get along with everybody? Did I always have something to say? Was I always so awkward, silent and moody? I can't remember. And yet I distinctly recall times when I was the loud-mouthed, red-faced and insufferably outspoken one. Have I changed so much? If so, then why and how?

Not that I'm not happy with who I am today. S'just... when I think about it, I miss my old self. I miss that arrogant self-possession, that wicked forwardness, that shameful brazenness that took over so often then. Haha, it used to be that I was tenacious enough to yell "What the fuck is it you want?" at Ken de Alwis in front of prefects...

Ah well. I think she's gone with the books she's absorbed, the lessons she's learnt in church, and all the friends she's made and lost. Time changes so many things about people. S'part of the reason why Howard Roark isn't believable as a character...

I'm rambling! Ugh!

The haze is despicable. It puts all sorts of the most horrifying thoughts in your head, like

"is this what armegeddon will be like?",
"is this part of Revelation?" or worst of all,
"will anyone I know die because of this noxious pandemic?"

God help us... I can't stand it anymore. It's as though some huge, cruel, odious alien monster in outer space is breathing cigarette smoke down on Malaysia, eyeing us with beady, malicious eyes, hoping to choke us to death. They can't be serious when they say it'll be here plaguing us all the way till October! October! Saints preserve us, that we shall live that long!

(I'm using Cus' precious black and silver Anti-RSI keyboard. I hate this confounded keyboard.)

Supposed to be studying physics, but my breakfast-cum-study table is flooded with rubbish and every single room in the house reeks of hellfire.

How is anyone to study in such forbidding circumstances??? Curse Sumatera and Putrajaya! Couldn't they have chosen another time to go up in flames? Like this December perhaps, when mum might actually take us to Beijing or at the very least - Johor! Oh, to be away from this cauldron of suffocating hell!

Just a few more days to tote the weary load...

Days! My foot.



* Lovely vocabulary
(to grace the hateful haze with the next time it piques my savagery)
1. pestilence
2. Bubonic plague
3. epidemic (note: endemic - common)