Friday, August 15, 2008

The voice within

I often read other people's blogs, I'll admit it. Whether it be randomn people I knew a million years ago or be it total strangers I only know through cyber postings. I am an avid blog reader. Half in part because the institutions I work for dun ban the sites, but also because I secretly really enjoy it. It amazes me how much people enjoy writing in a cryptic fashion, quoting music lyrics or famous quotes to express their inner feelings. To me, I always feel that a blog is where you express yourself, speaking forth your inner most thoughts, it strikes me as odd that the voice within your head might be speaking someone elses thoughts.

I don't claim to be a great writer and I do appreciate how a serious thinker of yester years might be able to bring forth an idea or situation with greater poetic prose but honestly, I'd rather read something that is heartful and honest than some poetic prose that I might not understand. If you wanted to be so cryptic and secretive, why have a blog in the first place?! I suppose in alot of ways that is the debate going around in the blogsphere as to how original should one's postings be and whether plagerism is something that should have more seriousi implications on a blog than in printed article. These are all very big questions of which I am not going to expound on for I do not want to get embroiled in such a debate. In any case, I suppose the audience will take their stance and decide if said postings are worth the read ultimately.

Project top secret

In what was known as project top secret, we welcomed to our MJ clan a new member yesterday. No doubt it will take a good number of years before she will be ponging her way at the MJ table, we are thrilled nonetheless. Little tiny Evie, welcome to the world! It's so surreal to see the friends that you have known since primary school go off and get married, and now with an ickle one of their own. Oh but I am so delighted, we have waited so long to meet you little miss evie!


little evie; little evie w mummy; the happy mummy; the samseng daddy; just us; Su chilling at the hospital room; b and P

Friday, August 01, 2008

breakfast and because you complained

The morning did not start out well, I was annoyed even before I managed to muster taking a shower. Mornings are not my thing, to put it lightly. I just think people should be reasonable and considerate. Dun think that is too much to ask.

Anyhos, met the frenchies for dinner and drinks. Had Imperiel Treasure for dinner with Nat and moved on to barstop for drinks after with VO and his frens. Dar joined us later but we didnt stay out too late. It was nice to catch up with Nat and as usual loved IT's food. Nat never ceases to make me laff and regale me with her stories. It's amazing how much longer some boys take to mature. But it was a nice time although I must say that I dun enjoy seeing VO as much as I used to. There really isnt much to talk about and his constant need to be one up just annoys me and brings out my caustic side. Also I'm getting tired of belittleling him in front of other people. It is sad when a person just cannot be a fren and constantly needs the attention and adoration of everyone around. Barstop serves good strawberry margarithas tho. It was delish. The mojitos on the other hand, well were not good. VO also introed his new squeeze to us, she's pretty but oh so wrong for him in my opinion. Ah well, such is love I suppose.

It's days like these that I count my blessings and am extremely thankful for dar. Much as I emphasize that we do not have a perfect relationship, ( I dun believe perfection exists in this regard) I do think that I am blissfully happy and that what we have works for us, and that is all that matters really. Happiness is something that really needs to be pursued and when you find it, I believe it is something you have to work at to keep. It evolves just as well as we evolve and I reckon that we also need to have a sense of satisfaction and knowing when it is enough. Simplicity is often a blessing in disguise so I must not complain too much about the incidentals.