nirvana

more mental blogging. more mental blogging. i think i am going mental faster than i think. what if - what if mental blogging is the true nirvana of blogging to start off with? everyone starts off somewhere, and i still remember my first few blogposts (on a different address) which was really contrived and ... stuck - for want of a better word.



and then we start to go into cruise mode, when a-post-a-day was not a problem, and it became simply habitual to pen a post each time we sit and surf (i always rather blog than surf in fact, if i could only choose one).



And then there'd be this period of time for everyone when they would love to post photos after photos of themselves - perhaps to show off their oh-so-interesting life; perhaps because they think they look good during that period; perhaps because they just bought a new camera or phone, what with the recent "camera-proliferation" with every conceivable gadget in market.



and then there'd be those dry periods, when u try to make yourself blog even when u have nothing better to blog about. "to appease the readers", or to "answer the call of the tagboard!", or some other reasons believing that if we make ourself type something into the textbox of blogger.com/post-create we would effectively be BLOGGING. well - perhaps. but regular bloggers would understand dry spells, i'm sure.



AND THEN. and then now maybe i've stumbled on the nirvana of blogging, perhaps the true goal of blogging, of thought processing. shifting from occasional, consistent monologues to constant, incessant soliloquy - i must be crazy, or i be on a new epoch. anyway, the point is, i can't stop my mental blogging. my ... system, wired to blogger.neuro.com/post-CONTINUATION for the larger part of the day, except when i am playing nintendo contra. yes i have contra at home.

i want to watch stupid shows in the cinema now. i want to watch shows like "over the hedge" and yet like it - because of the company. i love this girl with two lines as her eyes, and long long long REAL eyelashes. i love her cheeks. she does not exist.