Editted on the 24th of August: Since I gave Suet LiÂ a pseudo review in my commentsÂ when I tried to tell her how different she was in person, I ended up giving her a thorough blogger-real person analysis. Cheeky buggers like Jason, Boss Stewie and Yee Hou also damn demanding wei.
I GIVE YOU ANALYSIS YOU GIVE ME ONE BACK OK:D
Now, click on my comments. 🙂
A little digression: The timeÂ is nowÂ 4:44am on Monday and I just completed my allocated topics for the day. But I wanted to blog abit. Since I drank coffee just now, I went to brush my teeth.
While brushing my teeth, I heard voices from my brother’s room. Since the sound of my teeth brushing was muffling the voices, I peeked into my brother’s room.
HE WAS SLEEP TALKING!! So freaky!!
ItÂ was like he was telling a story to someone. Or more like having a conversation with someone whose voice I couldn’t even hear. Freaky. Oh crap, why do I scare myself like that. NOW I don’t dare to leave my chair and walk to my bed. 🙁
I exclaimed, “Hahaha, you’re sleep talking!!!!”
And he continued, “Cheh cheh and I zzt and mmff gah bmms pfft *mumblemumble*”
I was freaked out. But amused.
I asked him, “Who am I?”
“Shevie,” he mumbled. Shevie’s my cousin sister. I was lagi amused.
Then while waiting for him to converse somemore, I stood there, proceeding with my tooth brushing.
Getting bored and hoping to stimulate some conversation, “What did you eat?”
“What do you want!!!!????!?!!!!!” came the very annoyed reply. He finally woke up.
ARGH SO FREAKY.
Just as I was done typing the above sentence, my parents have already woken up because dad has to catch a 5.30am plane to Vietnam for work. I told them the story.
Dad said there was once my brother mumbled something about “the empire” during his afternoon nap.
Someone’s been getting too much of Star Wars, me thinks.
Okay, now on to myÂ blog topic.
The beauty of the internet is that it gives us an outlet to become someone whom we strive to be. We are allowed time to weigh the consequences of our words before making a response. We can think before we speak. It is so very different from real life.
Blogs are said to feed the egos of its users. Some people have a certain mindset on how they want to portray themselves and they do just that on their blogs.
Is a person who is sarcastic and critical as tactless in real life? WhatÂ is the girl who types in uPanDdown ChAraCterS wIth DeCoRaT*ivEFoN*tS like in real life? Does the tone of her voice increases and decreases alternatively? That would be weird.
Sometimes the persona we adopt for our blogs tries to influence our real life as well. If I didn’t have a blog, you wouldn’t see me running around with a camera so much.
As a blog reader, we read the entries and we imagine it in our own voices. There’s always this surreal, slightly off tangent feeling when you finally get to hear the voice behind the blogs you read everyday. And that’s what it is like to meet a fellow blogger. It’s not quite like meeting a friend of a friend or a stranger of sorts.
You try to equate the blogger as a person and the blogger on his blog. Sometimes, you just don’t see the connection. How can it possibly be the same person?
How can he be so chirpy in real life and so mundane and cryptic on his blog?
How can she be so loud and rude in her blog and yet so soft spoken in real life?
It just doesn’t make sense, does it?
Kai-Lin, Chun Leen et all, who were Chee Kiang’s ex-junior college mates, know me through my blog. When I finally got to meet them when I went to Singapore a few weeks back, they said that I am just different from my blog. How so? Yet they can’t quite a put a finger to it. It’s just different. Very difficult to explain in words.
Would I dare say it was due to expectations and hence a slight hint of disappointment? Am I really different and maybe, a little unexpected of, in person?
Ok, let me detach myself from the people I meet online. How about the people whom I know in real life who blogs?
*after a few seconds of staring into space, pondering*
You know what? They are very different too.
When I chance upon blogs of old friends, I go, “Wha? Since when does she talks like that? Since when does she feels things like this? Com’n! This is SOOOO not her.”
Going through my list of friends who blogs(these differ from blogges who are friends), some appear cryptic, some like to wax lyrical, some appear surprisingly emotional, some appear too cheerful, some appear delightfully humorous, some blog in better english compared to the one they speak in etc.
I can’t quite imagine some of them acting like that in real life.
So does it make sense now? I do not flip my lips inside out when I meet you for the first time or camwhore with you almost immediately if I have only just met you.
If I don’t know you well enough, I will DEFINITELY not put on the pimptress hatÂ and do a Kungfu Hustle land-lady pout with a cigarette! Shy one ma!!
But I can do all these on the blog.