Bloggers in Crime

Once upon a time there was Grace's blog. I read it and thought "How the hell does Grace say what she says with a straight face?". It's not difficult to picture Grace with her perfectly eloquent voice (albeit with a slight sardonic tinge) and serious eyes as she tells you what she has to say... and Grace never minces words about anything. But if you're not quick enough you won't catch the wicked grin she flashes after she's spoken. That's Grace's blog.
Then there was Xiaokai's blog... discovered when I wasn't supposed to discover it...
****** flashback to the past ******
"... but Xiaokai! It's a bloody public blog! Why am I not supposed to read it? Elitist, is it? Everyone can read except me!"
***** flashback to the present *****
... and it was nice to know that the guy who sat with you throughout boring Physics lectures, drew pigs on your physics notes (not very good ones at that... the pigs, I mean) and plotted evil scams in Cantonese with you, is actually a thinker, a seer, and has more to say than I ever gave him credit for. That's Xiaokai's blog.
Then there was the *She*Shu*Shueh* group blog, a blog that revolved around the mad trio of Chinese High Boarding School... Sherene, Shu Chen & Shueh Min... and our fellow boarders in crime... and our blog gave us the chance to connect and yell and scream about A levels and laugh and cry about ourselves and to just come out and say something whenever we felt like it. "Blog! Blog! Blog!" That's our group blog.
Then there was my blog... I took everything I admired from those blogs and brewed it into my Poetry Attic... MY blog... all mine! And it was supposed to be a secret... a private diary of my mind... and yes I can hear echoes of "... but Xiaokai! It's a public blog!". So what happens when you are discovered? Or when you discover that you have been discovered? That people are actually reading what you have to say when you thought the whole world had shut you out and couldn't care about your existence?
You keep on blogging and ignore the passer-bys... that's what you do...

The Shakespeare Innuendoes
Last night I watched 'The Complete Works of Shakespeare' as performed by that trio from Australia. If you haven't watched it... too bad! It's ending this Sunday and it's not worth missing! Go get tickets NOW!
First shock of the night: What the hell! My brother has bumped into 3 friends already and I don't even see anyone I know here!
Second shock of the night: All my brother's friends are taller than me! Where have those days gone when I could still look down at them and call them "BOYS!"
Third shock of the night: Bloody hell... it's 8:30 pm already and they still haven't dimmed the lights or told us to switch off our handpho - OH MY GOODNESS! It's Abdullah Badawi!! The acting Prime Minister and his family are coming in... and they're sitting just across from me... LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE!
Fourth shock of the night: Shakespeare was a horny bastard... or else he was definitely portrayed as one. The amount of sexual innuendos I witnessed last night... I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.... but I decided I shouldn't be a prude...

Best scene of the night: A tie between Othello's rap and Hamlet performed backwards!