There's this air of charred flesh, torn souls and misplaced body parts, floating about in our local blogging midst. You know, the kind you get when everyone's flat out lying on their backs with spears and axes bludgeoned down their sickly self-oppressive torsos and sticking out at the wrong end.

The debacle - a myriad of women out at each other's throats.

The insinuating aftermath - all are scorned and none the wiser.

I've come to think of this - Nothing comes without a price. What started it all was a little invitation for a chance at a little media-whoring et al narcissm. A slice of the I'm-famous-somehow-and-people-want-to-see-more pie. Something I gather your average female counterpart will probably lap up (Yes, that includes you Grandma). Heck, aren't I the sexist bigot? Sorry guys.

I apologize once again if I'm sounding like this self-righteous prick, who only sits at home in front of his monitor and whacks off to bestial lesbian thumbnails, but let me get this out, it's only just WORDS;

Let me see how shall I put it?

Okay how's this?

There truly is never a right or a wrong.

Somehow, there always is a side of the story we all, and when I meant all it includes the "contenders" themselves, that will stay within that myriad of the so-called "truth".

Note I used "" when I said "truth".

Simply because there is none.

If you know what I'm talking about, I guess there really isn't a need to go on should I? I mean, this is truly none of my fucking business.

Don't get me wrong. I read all 4 ladies. Daily. (Mainly because I truly lack a real social life and/or probably I'm running out of bestialility porn sites. Lesbian ones.) I find they all lead richly endearing lives. The sweet nectar that runs through those young endearing souls (no offence to anyone in their primes. God, What does it take to please these people. GEEZ.). And the way they write truly leaves an impression. I enjoy them all. Truly.

I suppose at the end of the day, no one envies any of them for what they have gotten themselves into, nor for the lives they lead, the things they see or do, and the power they wield with words, I know I wouldn't want to get into any verbal debate with them anyday.

To be honest, the reason why I chose to post this entry, was to remind myself, that there are better things in life to be worried about, to be carried out, to think about, then to get ourselves involved in a silly tirade about misbegotten claims regarding fame, elitism, bigottry, racism, religion and the mother of all fuckups - hate.

Look at it this way, the moment someone rebukes, it morphs into an endless exchange of abuse and self-proclaimed exclaimations of the alternate side of the verdict - your own. Isn't this what it's all about? Yourself.

On a lighter note, what they will have realised are the people who they were with when they started out with this whole montage of madness. And who weren't. They should know.
Amen for things like personalities and friends.

See, we're all this same selfish creature. We take our stand just because it concerns intergrity, reputation and heresy of our own existence. We try to steadfastly churn out what we think we believe in. We take sides just because there is ALWAYS a different side of the story. And it's always nice to have someone on your side. But undeniably there will only be ONE obvious reality. We live in techni-colour world and sometimes we have little control over how the words play out. And that is why there will always be War. And Death. And Suffering. And the damage stays.

Sigh. The endless pursuit of mediocrity. I'll just lay claim to my own worth. But that is just...well...NOTHING. Not to any of you anyway.

P.S. For all you people know, ALL of them (skanks, bitches, impersonators, victims, culprits, etc) might be in it together and pulling you lot for a large-scale reality scam.
Now that's wicked.

There's that time of the year again when we all get down to resolutions, resolutes, resonance and Reinassance.

I figured I've been gone long enough for people to no longer notice me. I need to do some narcssistic blog-whoring. Just to get that jive going on.

I've been in and out of cynical swings and that emotional brush with all things dark and nasty. Call it a temporary state of incognito. Awesome. But then again, call it whatever you want. Because I am still me.

Articulately, those dying moments of 2005 has been a condusive sinewing chapter in my dysfunctional life. More than what I can handle. Over the festive periods, I have fought with foreign workers, trudged through a wall of sweaty bodies, had my wallet nicked in the process, gone for 3 interviews (about freaking time), and done battle with forms of inanimate objects, including a door knob.

Now as things come to a close, I can't but relate to the doppelganging effect when I see people around me ending the year with, metaphorically, an end to all their prenuptial commitments as well. I seriously ponder that domino effect it has on the general state of things I've been seeing. Friends whom are on the verge of marriage, friends who recently got hitched, friends who are waiting to be hitched, putting a prematured epilogue on that "so-called romance" all no sooner than you can say "Wah sian now only me left on the shelf!". The irony.

Is it the state of mind we all have, that we can all blame the norm of society that begets us all the different poise we bear, the wants and donwans? I have seen it as an inevitable bane that we are subjected to. The simplest of things are already that easy to falter. I sincerely do not wish to see people I care about slip into a state of atropy.

I have been trying to control that emotional upsurge that has been dawdling at my throat which will probably have left me in a smelly heap with its contents all spewed over my lifeless carcass underneath that prodigal shelter people call commodity. Power is nothing without control. Control is nothing without entropy.

But I gues, that's the least of my worries now. I pray for all to have a blessed year ahead.

Happy(?) New Year.