Well, it's been quite a while... the strangest thing happened to me this past week... I found myself busy! hehe I've been going to your websites but I just can't find the time, nor the inclination, nor the energy to write something on mine. Now Papa's off again, to China this time, and will be gone for another 8 days. So now I have time on my hands and what better way to spend it than to blog huh...:P
There are a couple of people I've been missing on the internet... Belle and Neil (I think there's something wrong with my 'Blog This' window... it won't show up. But anyway, their links are 'Short Poetry' and 'Edward' respectively.) Belle is busy with school and work and Neil is just plain busy. They're bloggers that I met when I was home last month.
Since they've already talked about our evening out, they didn't leave me much to say about it except probably... impressions.
Let's talk about Belle first. I've been reading her poems and journal for several months now (maybe close to a year), aside from the fact that we've been corresponding through email. Her poems are the best 'unpublished' (if you don't count the internet) poems I've read and it's pretty hard to believe she's not a pro... that she writes her poems for the mere love of the art and in the midst of life's hurly burly at that. I've grown to know Belle as this sweet, sensitive girl with a heart shaped to spell out the words 'care' and kindness.' At one point, I may have pictured her in my mind as all laces and bows, pretty much like 'Alice in Wonderland'... somebody who can't bear to hurt a mosquito and who only has a good word to say about everybody. A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic ...
And I was right. She's sweet, kind and sensitive. She's easy to talk to and has the knack of urging you to keep on talking without even trying to. I'm wrong about the laces and bows though. Yeah, yeah... she's got a naturally permed hair but she wears it kinda' loose, color-treated and all... well, what can I say? Looking at her, you'd say she's an all American girl... casual shirt, jeans and a knapsack. And hey, I didn't count on her being sooo sexy. Oh, she doesn't flaunt it like a mascara-loaded eyelash... she doesn't have to. She just is. Sexy.
And Neil? Reading his journal and his comments on the different forums linked to his site, plus our email correspondences, I formed this vision of a young man, grown streetwise, with his moral pendulum going tick-tock between tolerance and 'I don't really care'... heh. Like Belle, I've seen his picture on his site and well... he's just a regular guy. But when you read his journals, you'll be surprised at how deep the thoughts of this 'young man' could go. He doesn't dramatize anything though... not even if he talks about sad, personal experiences. You wouldn't even know it's a personal experience he's talking about cause in the end, he'll always have an amusing or smart or smart and amusing punchline to deliver.
And so I met him. My niece Karen and I were already seated at Tia Maria's when he came. My instincts told me it was him when I saw him but he walked past us as we looked on and saw him use his handphone. Seconds later my handphone rang and indeed it was him. I always knew Neil was young but I didn't know he had the baby face to match it... heh.
And about his moral pendulum, I guess I was wrong with my impression again, although I realized this not until after I got back to Singapore. We were talking on ym and I was telling him a story about a friend and he was about to blurt out something but held himself in check. He didn't want to tell me what he wanted to say until I urged him to. And then he said, 'I was just going to say that what your friend did was unethical.' Whoah! Such a big word for a baby... heh (just kidding Neil).
I recently made a new friend on the internet... Reejoi of 'Quiet Rivers' (again, blame it on my Blog This window... guess you'll have to go back and check my list of links). Now this guy really writes so well and if I ever thought I could write, reading him has made me think twice. His entries make me want to take a break after the end of each, just to allow myself time to breathe and digest what I've just read. I am so in awe of the way he writes and forgive me but I am left with no words to describe the beauty of it. We've exchanged a couple of emails and he told me he likes my email name, 'harlequin,'... and if I may quote him, "The noun is meaningless to me when I associate it with clowning, but when I think of it...I think of another word..Chameleon. The one nobody ever knows; the one you see is what you may not know..."
And this is what I said to him:
You see, that's just it... when people hear 'harlequin,' they think of the one who amuses but at the back of their minds, people would probably have this notion that it's all for show... that what they see is not the real thing and behind all the costume and make-up is a real peron whose nature is not known. But then, who exactly is the 'harlequin' between the two... the one who amuses or the one behind the costume? Who is really laughing between the two... the one people see or the one who hides? And who cries between the two... the one who performs, or the one who packs up his things after the performance?
It is not my intention though to play mind games with people. The 'harlequin' and I are one. The burden of figuring out who's who lies on the audience... the readers. In the end, it is the 'harlequin' in them, or their real selves, who will make sense of the things I write.
So I guess this is how it is with the impressions we conversely make and get from the internet... people may be so totally different from the ideas you have of them, or you may be totally correct. Either way, people will always be interesting and anything and everything that runs in their minds will always be for me a discovery... exciting, fresh, invigorating. And to be able to meet them in person and put a face to the words they deliver only serves to calm me down and allow me to pilfer some crumbs of confidence. It tells me that they're just like me... people with ideas, people with things to say. Somehow, it gives me hope that maybe someday I'd be able to write as well as they do.
If only for this, I am glad that I'm blogging.
There are a couple of people I've been missing on the internet... Belle and Neil (I think there's something wrong with my 'Blog This' window... it won't show up. But anyway, their links are 'Short Poetry' and 'Edward' respectively.) Belle is busy with school and work and Neil is just plain busy. They're bloggers that I met when I was home last month.
Since they've already talked about our evening out, they didn't leave me much to say about it except probably... impressions.
Let's talk about Belle first. I've been reading her poems and journal for several months now (maybe close to a year), aside from the fact that we've been corresponding through email. Her poems are the best 'unpublished' (if you don't count the internet) poems I've read and it's pretty hard to believe she's not a pro... that she writes her poems for the mere love of the art and in the midst of life's hurly burly at that. I've grown to know Belle as this sweet, sensitive girl with a heart shaped to spell out the words 'care' and kindness.' At one point, I may have pictured her in my mind as all laces and bows, pretty much like 'Alice in Wonderland'... somebody who can't bear to hurt a mosquito and who only has a good word to say about everybody. A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic ...
And I was right. She's sweet, kind and sensitive. She's easy to talk to and has the knack of urging you to keep on talking without even trying to. I'm wrong about the laces and bows though. Yeah, yeah... she's got a naturally permed hair but she wears it kinda' loose, color-treated and all... well, what can I say? Looking at her, you'd say she's an all American girl... casual shirt, jeans and a knapsack. And hey, I didn't count on her being sooo sexy. Oh, she doesn't flaunt it like a mascara-loaded eyelash... she doesn't have to. She just is. Sexy.
And Neil? Reading his journal and his comments on the different forums linked to his site, plus our email correspondences, I formed this vision of a young man, grown streetwise, with his moral pendulum going tick-tock between tolerance and 'I don't really care'... heh. Like Belle, I've seen his picture on his site and well... he's just a regular guy. But when you read his journals, you'll be surprised at how deep the thoughts of this 'young man' could go. He doesn't dramatize anything though... not even if he talks about sad, personal experiences. You wouldn't even know it's a personal experience he's talking about cause in the end, he'll always have an amusing or smart or smart and amusing punchline to deliver.
And so I met him. My niece Karen and I were already seated at Tia Maria's when he came. My instincts told me it was him when I saw him but he walked past us as we looked on and saw him use his handphone. Seconds later my handphone rang and indeed it was him. I always knew Neil was young but I didn't know he had the baby face to match it... heh.
And about his moral pendulum, I guess I was wrong with my impression again, although I realized this not until after I got back to Singapore. We were talking on ym and I was telling him a story about a friend and he was about to blurt out something but held himself in check. He didn't want to tell me what he wanted to say until I urged him to. And then he said, 'I was just going to say that what your friend did was unethical.' Whoah! Such a big word for a baby... heh (just kidding Neil).
I recently made a new friend on the internet... Reejoi of 'Quiet Rivers' (again, blame it on my Blog This window... guess you'll have to go back and check my list of links). Now this guy really writes so well and if I ever thought I could write, reading him has made me think twice. His entries make me want to take a break after the end of each, just to allow myself time to breathe and digest what I've just read. I am so in awe of the way he writes and forgive me but I am left with no words to describe the beauty of it. We've exchanged a couple of emails and he told me he likes my email name, 'harlequin,'... and if I may quote him, "The noun is meaningless to me when I associate it with clowning, but when I think of it...I think of another word..Chameleon. The one nobody ever knows; the one you see is what you may not know..."
And this is what I said to him:
You see, that's just it... when people hear 'harlequin,' they think of the one who amuses but at the back of their minds, people would probably have this notion that it's all for show... that what they see is not the real thing and behind all the costume and make-up is a real peron whose nature is not known. But then, who exactly is the 'harlequin' between the two... the one who amuses or the one behind the costume? Who is really laughing between the two... the one people see or the one who hides? And who cries between the two... the one who performs, or the one who packs up his things after the performance?
It is not my intention though to play mind games with people. The 'harlequin' and I are one. The burden of figuring out who's who lies on the audience... the readers. In the end, it is the 'harlequin' in them, or their real selves, who will make sense of the things I write.
So I guess this is how it is with the impressions we conversely make and get from the internet... people may be so totally different from the ideas you have of them, or you may be totally correct. Either way, people will always be interesting and anything and everything that runs in their minds will always be for me a discovery... exciting, fresh, invigorating. And to be able to meet them in person and put a face to the words they deliver only serves to calm me down and allow me to pilfer some crumbs of confidence. It tells me that they're just like me... people with ideas, people with things to say. Somehow, it gives me hope that maybe someday I'd be able to write as well as they do.
If only for this, I am glad that I'm blogging.
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