Idiosyncrasies

A few people came up to me on MSN recently and told me that they have been reading my blog. I find it very hard to believe. First of all, I don't have a counter so I have no idea whether people visited this site. Second of all, there are no comments (...not after the first fiasco entry! Comment box are now open again, folks!). It's always cold stony silence. As I am writing this, I feel like a lone astronaut throwing random words out into cyberspace.

That is till I hear from you guys... bwahahhaha... it does feels kinda good to know my thoughts are not alone.

As I re-read some of the stuffs I wrote, I realised that I really do need to revamp my writing style. If you have really been reading (as you claim), you will notice that I have some really annoying idiosyncractic writing habits which I repeat over and over again:

1. Numbering system
There I go again. I cannot help it. I always systematically bullet every point either in numbers or alphabets (a), (b), (c) etc. I blame it on my alma mater. They teach me in law school that every freaking issue needs to be a separate bullet point, in a separate paragraph.

2. Bring it home!
I find it hard to rant without a particular subject matter. I read other blogs sometimes and I find it really really boring when people start talking about how miserable they are or how much they hate their job or what they ate that day. Fact is, nobody cares about such things unless you are driving a point home. When you bother to spend time reading someone's thoughts, you want to have some take-away at the end of it - whether it is something silly that makes you laugh or topics which makes you think or even get angry about - it has to be at the very least, every so slightly provocative.

3. Grammatical errors
I am sooo bad at grammar that it is not funny. Do read with discretion.

4. Paris Hilton
I know, I know. I keep mentioning her. For the record, I don't think very much of her but I am obsessed with whatever she does. She is really what I call a bona fide 'IT' girl. Not only did she single handedly brought low slung jeans to rage, everything she does, people follows. Maybe Phillip is right. I secretly wish I could be like her.

5. Conversations with Phillip
I have been friends with Phillip for over a decade. Sometimes I think I am born to be his fag hag. He reads my thoughts before I even process them. I will be like, "Hey Phip, you know that thing?" and he will reply, "Yes I know and don't even think about doing it." Some of the things that comes out his mouth are so bizarre that I need to put them in here.

6. Singapore Idol
I will declare it loud and clear that I watch Singapore Idol religiously. In fact, if I was a decade younger, I would have camped overnight outside Cathay for a chance to be an Idol hopeful. Every Weds and Thurs, I find excuses to turn down appointments so that I can rush home to catch it on TV. And not only do I watch it, I actually voted. Erm..several times in fact!

I blame it on my genes. My whole family watches it. My mum stuck a poster featuring the top 12 finalists in my room. Every weekend when I am back, I find a red mark across the head of the eliminated idol.

And yes I am still in mourning that Johnathan Leong didn't win. He sure is one hot looking ah-beng :p