blogs: a rant
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I always kind of wondered about it.
Blogs. You know, little webbies that people write stuff in.
I get why people would want to write in them. Since it's not as free a free country we are in, people think that it would be better if we put our thoughts somewhere else. Somewhere, in the million other webpages out there. And we relish, in the thought that we can be as anonymous as we like, that people could read or couldn't read, because nobody could comment in real life (because of Blog Etiquette?) and perhaps just because they can.
But reading blogs. I don't get it.
It's like intruding someone's personal space isn't it? After all, if people really did write whatever they wanted because they could, surely a lot of mumbo-jumbo to do with their own thoughts and opinions whatever would get reflected in the writing. Even if they are in gibberish chat-speak or broken fragments. What makes reading someone's blog okay but reading someone's diary not okay? Or maybe blogs are all just cover ups, I did always like to entertain that they were. Like a distraction tactic.
"Oh look, I have a blog, I write everything in there. Just read that...
while I secretly hide my real diary somewhere else."
Silly thought isn't it? Then what does get written in these fake diaries? Fake thoughts? Fake opinions? Kiribans? When I do stop to think about what I'm writing - which isn't now - it seems like a big fat lie. I'm writing what I want people to know. I'm lying by omission. Just because I can. Better still are the times when I write and write and write and then realise "I... can't possibly post this" because it would contradict myself. Isn't that delicious irony now? Whatever happened to writing whatever, whenever just because I could, I wonder.
And reading blogs. What with everybody now locking their blogs left right and centre, reading seems like a full social status pasted on our foreheads. Like those zombie talismans, telling us in big letters (or perhaps, unintelligible red ink calligraphy) all we really need to know about who you are to so and so. I would have loved to believe that the whole world is really as it is, that the person who I talked with just yesterday was really a friend, even though I don't know her favourite colour. But strange isn't it, how a simple page that kindly tells you you have no permission can put you back in place?
And my mouse strays, the cursor dancing around, dodging here and there past the list of names I felt obliged to link to but would never read. I wonder, about the reason too. Those blogs... they weren't locked, at least not the last time I checked. Perhaps I was scared, childishly so, that one day, I'll go there and realise I'd been deluding myself all the while. Friendship was all about trust wasn't it? And locking someone out... that's also a show of how much you trust the person, wasn't it?
Food for thought.
Yokan is playing.
Labels: ranting
about one xREDballoon
about meIt was the username that was adopted either in late August or early September of 2009. It was the combined effect of too many games on Orisinal (especially High Delivery) and also her long-time love for how the large red carnival balloons when they fly away.
about meFinalized as a digital signature only in November of the same year, it has since been used everywhere: her previous Gaia account, her account on bubbl.us, and of course every recent endeavor on web and graphic design. It was an aim of hers to use it as something of a brand. From her sketches to simple blog layouts, one xREDballoon presents is her favourite signature as of now.
about meone xREDballoon is the internet handle of a girl, born on a wet day in the early morning of late February. Although astrologically she is a Pisces, she displays many of the Aquarian traits, possibly as a result of being born near the time. She likes the concept of beauty in its most primitive classical form, ruffles layered upon each other generously for flounce or decor, detailed black lace be it crochet or woven, a whole palette of colours from turquoise to grey. She is charmed by the way an old well-read book smells on a wet rainy day, and the way the pages feel, all crinkly and wise under her fingers as she turns the page. She loves the inviting appeal of a blank notebook, and a good gel-ink pen in the colour of the sky.
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about meAndthenshe-fell@blogspot was named as such in October 09, on a whim and on a wish to match the layout that time. And Then She Fell was a lot of things back then: a roleplay layout (in bbcode), a roleplay idea (which was never developed) and also the words emblazoned in huge Ruritania upon an image which showed a falling girl. That was the beginnings of this writing blog as the all-new concept of And Then She Fell.
about meFrom the start, And Then She Fell has always been a semi-personal blog. While visitors are not unwelcomed, no particular effort is put into censoring the content or to sound polite. Just as well that the blog touches on intangible unimportant things, for if it were to talk of life and its nuances, things would sour quickly and it would become a blog of cynical views and criticism.
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