I’m going to publish an archived post from my old blog today. (The one that I had in 2004/5 which I deleted after switching to WordPress.)
Back then, I had an impressive number of, like, 20 readers. Probably because my blogs then were text-heavy and only very serious readers could be bothered to read my rambling, inconsequential walls of text.
We all know that serious readers are a dying breed. If they aren’t already dead.
Today, after 6 years of blogging, my visitor count has gone up a bit, so let’s see if the number of serious readers (vs. people who just look at photos) visiting my blog has increased at all.
If you’re one of them “serious readers”, you might want to leave a comment to acknowledge your own existence, you think?
The following post first appeared on Sheylara.com on Jan 17, 2005.
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The Crazy Things We Do
Once again, I have fallen under the corrupt clutches of commercialism. I have now in my possession 28 exceptionally adorable (but also exceptionally useless) Neopets.
I blame it all on the eyes.[Qiaoyun] Angel says: “It’s a scheme to cheat parents of their hard earned money. To cheat struggling actresses who should know better than to spend money they don’t have on things they don’t need. Besides, McDonald’s is fattening and you’re on a diet!” [Qiaoyun] Devil says: “Look at the eyessssssssss…! Aren’t they all ohhhhhhhh soooooooooo dropdeadcuddlycoo cuuuuuuuuuuuute?” [Qiaoyun] says: “Leave me alone! *pause* Awww… but Cloud Shoyru is looking at me with such adoring, beseeching eyes…”
And so, I have in my possession 28 Neopets stashed in a Metro paper bag, where they will remain stashed until such a time as I find a nice, gentlemanly billionaire to marry, who will buy me a mansion in which I can build classy frosted glass shelves to display my embarrassing collection of Neopets and Hello Kittys and the like.
Which, of course, isn’t going to happen.
Which means that the Neopets will remain stashed in the Metro paper bag forever. Or until I decide to give them all away to a kid sister or a baby niece, whichever comes first.
I never learn.
We never really do, do we?
So, my latest hobby is to take extremely close-up pictures of Chong on the MRT because we always take the same MRT home after a gathering and he enjoys annoying me, so I whip out my camera to shut him up.
It works, because when he’s trying to leer at me menacingly for sticking the camera in his face, he actually shuts up.
Compare Chong’s mugshot to this picture of a Leafy Seadragon (Phycodurus Eques), which I took in Sentosa’s Underwater World while filming there last month:
Notice that the resemblance is almost nil?
Yes, amazing, isn’t it?
So, you’re going to ask me what the point is in comparing two completely unrelated pictures.
The point is, who knows?
The point is. The world is illogical, so live with it. If you can’t beat it, you have to join it or it will drive you nuts.
If I am half nuts, I blame it on the world.
I recently bumped into a classmate from my Japanese class on the MRT while going to class. We’ve “known” each other for two months since the start of the course but have never spoken a word to each other and never knew that we actually lived just opposite each other… until that day we bumped into each other on the train.
It also happened to be the last day of our Elementary I course.
Which isn’t quite the point, of course.
The point is that, after half an hour of awkward and inane conversation about the weather and such, she suddenly looked at me strangely and said, “You look very young. How old are you?”
Now, I find that question extremely disturbing.
It’s okay for people to ask me how old I am because it’s one of those questions people ask because they can’t think of anything else better to ask.
But what’s with the “you look very young” precursor?
I don’t know what that means. Does it mean that she thinks I behave like an old hag but I look too young to be an old hag so she just needs to find out whether I really am or not?
Or does it mean that she thinks I’m, like, 12 years old and have no business attending Japanese classes without a chaperone?
If, for example, I behave like a 20-year-old and look like a 20-year-old and she thinks I’m 20 years old, a logical statement to make would be, “How old are you? Let me guess… 20?”
Where is the logic in: “You look very young. How old are you?”
What would make an almost stranger phrase a question that way?
Prior to that question, no mention of age or job or hobby or anything like that was made.
To compound matters, she looks like 22 or 23, which I think is young, so what is so amazing about me looking young or being young that she has to make a separate comment on it?
I don’t understand it.
So, I’m going to put up another extremely close-up photo of Chong:
Followed by a picture of a jellyfish who resides in Sentosa’s Underwater World:
Note that I’m not trying to imply anything by following pictures of Chong with pictures of seafood. I mean sea creatures.
Speaking of pictures, I am featured in a four-page interview in the current issue of Playworks (the EQ2 vs WoW issue) but I am embarrassed by the way I look in the pictures so I’m not putting any of it up here.
For now, applications to buy me a mansion for my Neopets are open. Please apply here.
25 thoughts on “Are you a serious reader or a person who just looks at photos?”
Hey shey, I’d usually prefer words to pictures but this particular entry really bumped me, lol. It’s like you are jumping from one topic to another on an abrupt note without closing the previous. Would definitely prefer your current blogging style. Hehe. Cheers and keep writing!
Hi! Haha, I’m a ‘serious’ reader I suppose. I read word by word. But this post really makes me laugh la! I mean, you can actually change topics THAT easily. HA. (Y)
Words and pictures together rather than just words or pictures. If just pictures, would head to fb instead. lol.
I’m mostly into the cam whore shots. (Sex sells, Shey. You know this.) Am I not wanted?
You lost me at Chong…
The success of Amazon.com and the proliferation of Kindles, though admittedly not in the comparatively inconsequential market that is SG, disagrees with the statement that serious readers are a dying breed. Heh
I read. Serious!
what about the people who seriously look at pictures!?
@Sheylara: Neopets, heh. Good times:)
Ooo mmo. Back to war.
I thought we had an agreement that you won’t feature me anymore in any of your blogposts and I won’t mention anything to your readers about your…ahem…numerous public fashion malfunctions.
Oooo chong, shoot. lol
serious reader, love the pics as well, but even more than the pics i like your cartoons, always sooo funny:)
Random ramblings can be more fun to read (and write) as well, as compared to erm… essays.
Erm, what is a neopet? And did you stop at 28?
I think a good balance of camwhore shots and writing works.
I look at photos… then read the text around it. lol
Serious reader, ’nuff said.
I have left a comment to prove my existence. lol
well pics sometimes tells 1000 words, but i’m guilty on selective reading and own time own target rule.
Serious reader here. I like the way you express things in words.
I read your stuff. Hence, I tend to ignore your advertorial posts. I understand you need to post those for moolah’s sake, but I generally ignore them when I see them.
Thanks for all your comments! The amusing ones made me laugh and the serious ones made me think. Now I have an idea what you guys are reading… or not reading. LOL. Thanks much for the feedback! :)
i like both reading and looking at the pics
Im a serious reader but i do look at photos from time to time lol =X
I am a serious reader but the pics do help too.
im a serious reader!!
but im for pictures too cuz i need to collect royalties for use of my pictures!!