I met up with Max and Vincent at 1-Utama today. Vincent only spent an hour with us since he had to go off to Kuantan. Max kept pointing out my Aussie accent in Starbucks! The Aussie accent 'appears' when I'm talking to people who do not speak in Manglish; how bloody strange!

I feel a weird sort of apprehension about meeting other bloggers. Hehehe, I don't know why. It might be because when I meet them, I'll be thinking, oh damn, this person's read all about my stupidity, wackiness, madness, and everything synonymous. I mean, it's the slightest bit embarassing.

Okay, it's very embarassing. Hehe..

Is it weird of me? I came across a blog with the line 'bloggers are exhibitionists'. To which I say, so fucking what? Which pretentious bastard came up with that? Who isn't an exhibitionist anyway? It really should've been 'bloggers are more outstanding exhibitionists'. Even then, most of us, especially those hiding under a pseudonym wouldn't be able to beat those with 30 or more Friendster photos of themselves, whether they blog or not (not including owners of damn Friendster blogs).

But that doesn't mean all of us bloggers are comfortable with complete strangers reading our thoughts, stories of our lives. Which is why some of us write in metaphors, similes, random pieces of our thoughts that may not make sense to you, but makes perfect sense to us. For all you know, every blog entry of your favourite blogger has been a fabrication.

Bloggers are exhibitionists? Another generalisation that I object to.

As much as it sometimes irks me due to my mounting curiosity, I like blogs that completely conceal a person's identity and personality. They effectively divorce themselves of their emotional selves, and it's an admirable skill. Here's where I happily recommend Yuen Ai's blog to those of you who read blogs not to have a good laugh, or learn the newest fashion, but for the beauty of writing itself.

Hope you like her works. :)