I could chance a guess but I rather not.
My latest poll indicates that I have high traffic coming from Durham, California, US of A.
Who ever you might be, I thank you for visiting.
On a side note, my blog is still being constantly sorted for Wife Worshipping rituals.
Apparently I am now a guru in this kind of stuff.
Someone actually spent 5 minutes reading about my wife and me.
I am honoured that to be of service to you.
So here is one extra advice for those who wish to walk the path of wife worshipping.
Marry the one that you actually love with every fibre of your existence.
Note: It helps that she loves you back as well.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
What we see ...
The problem with me writing about stuffs is that I need to be inspired to do so.
I know the basics of making up a story is to always have the end in mind.
Then we come up with a motive.
A clever motive is preferable but it’s not always essential.
But a motive is always needed.
Nothing happens without a reason.
True.
But not all reasons need to be meaningful either.
People think that murder always needs complex ideas.
But truth be told, killing anything is simple.
It’s the living with the knowledge that action later that is hard.
Now if you were born a heatless bastard that would be much simpler.
Hence the creation of characters like Hannibal Lector came to light.
Please bear in mind that people like Mr.Lector do exist in our world.
People kill for the most mundane of reasons.
The most stupid ones would be killing for a penny.
And some do it for a pure adrenaline rush.
Do you know that among all the living creatures on earth, only man kills for fun?
Yes, that’s a fact.
We execute the power of destruction without any perceivable benefit to our own life all the time.
So why am I typing this?
What’s this with death and killing and motives?
Well, if you actually read the whole post from the top and remembered what you read, you will know that I was talking about writing and not about killing.
So how did the two tie to each other?
Nothing.
But yet it did.
That’s what patterns are all about.
Relationships with things that is seemingly unrelated to become related.
And writing has always been about painting a pattern.
One of the more common phrases that I use daily is this little piece of jewel.
"There is a pattern to everything"
Sounds Zen, doesn’t' it?
Like it is from something out of religious text or an advance mathematic subject.
I use the phrase a lot.
Yet everytime I use it, somewhere at the back of my head I hear a voice saying, "Then where is the meaning to killing?"
I did not intend to tie the two together, yet my mind kept doing it.
Every single time.
Does that mean I am a mentally disturb individual?
I am sure that if I do become famous one day, and someone were to dissect everything that I have ever said about everything, they will conclude that I am indeed insane.
Because it fits the pattern.
Patterns are not about meanings, people.
It sometimes coincides with meanings and motives and purpose.
But it itself has nothing to do with the meanings within life.
The meaningful stuff that we find in patterns is but a subset of it.
Patterns are mostly about the facts and the lines that connect them together.
It has nothing to do with the reasons.
A boy who holds a semi-automatic and guns down his schoolmates can have patterns that relate the incident to playing violent computer games.
But does that mean that it’s the games that cause the boy to murder his friends?
If only life’s problems were always that easily solved.
Yet that is the kind of attitude that the authorities have, so they pick the easiest target and blamed that.
In the olden days, when the crops grew bad and the rains don't come, do you know who gets blamed?
The WOMAN gender gets blamed.
Yes, people.
Those sexist bigots blamed the womankind for all the misfortune that be fold them.
Even the woman folk blamed the woman gender for it.
They called them witches.
And they put them on stakes and burn them to ashes.
And if one woman was not enough to bring back rain, they burned another and another and another until ENOUGH of the witches were removed from cursing their life to hell.
I think its still being practice today, they don't call them witches anymore though, I believe the correct terminology is bitches.
It’s easier to blame others for their misfortune.
It’s always easier to say, "It was their fault".
So did the kid really killed his friends because of violent video games?
Did he just snapped one day when he was killing digital zombies on Resident Evil 4 on his PS3?
Or was it that social pressure among peers pushed him over the edge?
Or that his hard working parents that worked 2 jobs to put food on the table neglected their son's mental state?
Or the fact that he managed to procure a semi-automatic with enough ammunition to kill and wound so many of his friends being ignored as well?
So maybe, just maybe, that the kid was a product of our modern world?
A world where it’s no longer fun to be a kid anymore.
A world where life is only as important as the dollar value.
A world where even a child knows how hopeless it has become and decided to end the misery of it all.
So again, what has this to do with the main topic of this post, writing?
Still don't see it?
Still wondering what I am inferring?
Let me make it even simpler.
As I mentioned before, writing is about painting a pattern.
And patterns are all about us and what we perceive.
Some of them make sense.
Some of them don't.
And most people don't need "sense" to be always valid when it comes to patterns.
At the end, its only matters if they get what they want.
So my statement.
"There is a pattern to everything"
It is a fact.
But it does not mean it’s always right.
And its does not mean its always valid.
Its just means that it’s what we are able to perceive to be true.
And sometimes, it might just be.
But most of the time, its not.
It’s our responsibility to tell them apart.
And it is this ability to tell them apart that makes us human.
I know the basics of making up a story is to always have the end in mind.
Then we come up with a motive.
A clever motive is preferable but it’s not always essential.
But a motive is always needed.
Nothing happens without a reason.
True.
But not all reasons need to be meaningful either.
People think that murder always needs complex ideas.
But truth be told, killing anything is simple.
It’s the living with the knowledge that action later that is hard.
Now if you were born a heatless bastard that would be much simpler.
Hence the creation of characters like Hannibal Lector came to light.
Please bear in mind that people like Mr.Lector do exist in our world.
People kill for the most mundane of reasons.
The most stupid ones would be killing for a penny.
And some do it for a pure adrenaline rush.
Do you know that among all the living creatures on earth, only man kills for fun?
Yes, that’s a fact.
We execute the power of destruction without any perceivable benefit to our own life all the time.
So why am I typing this?
What’s this with death and killing and motives?
Well, if you actually read the whole post from the top and remembered what you read, you will know that I was talking about writing and not about killing.
So how did the two tie to each other?
Nothing.
But yet it did.
That’s what patterns are all about.
Relationships with things that is seemingly unrelated to become related.
And writing has always been about painting a pattern.
One of the more common phrases that I use daily is this little piece of jewel.
"There is a pattern to everything"
Sounds Zen, doesn’t' it?
Like it is from something out of religious text or an advance mathematic subject.
I use the phrase a lot.
Yet everytime I use it, somewhere at the back of my head I hear a voice saying, "Then where is the meaning to killing?"
I did not intend to tie the two together, yet my mind kept doing it.
Every single time.
Does that mean I am a mentally disturb individual?
I am sure that if I do become famous one day, and someone were to dissect everything that I have ever said about everything, they will conclude that I am indeed insane.
Because it fits the pattern.
Patterns are not about meanings, people.
It sometimes coincides with meanings and motives and purpose.
But it itself has nothing to do with the meanings within life.
The meaningful stuff that we find in patterns is but a subset of it.
Patterns are mostly about the facts and the lines that connect them together.
It has nothing to do with the reasons.
A boy who holds a semi-automatic and guns down his schoolmates can have patterns that relate the incident to playing violent computer games.
But does that mean that it’s the games that cause the boy to murder his friends?
If only life’s problems were always that easily solved.
Yet that is the kind of attitude that the authorities have, so they pick the easiest target and blamed that.
In the olden days, when the crops grew bad and the rains don't come, do you know who gets blamed?
The WOMAN gender gets blamed.
Yes, people.
Those sexist bigots blamed the womankind for all the misfortune that be fold them.
Even the woman folk blamed the woman gender for it.
They called them witches.
And they put them on stakes and burn them to ashes.
And if one woman was not enough to bring back rain, they burned another and another and another until ENOUGH of the witches were removed from cursing their life to hell.
I think its still being practice today, they don't call them witches anymore though, I believe the correct terminology is bitches.
It’s easier to blame others for their misfortune.
It’s always easier to say, "It was their fault".
So did the kid really killed his friends because of violent video games?
Did he just snapped one day when he was killing digital zombies on Resident Evil 4 on his PS3?
Or was it that social pressure among peers pushed him over the edge?
Or that his hard working parents that worked 2 jobs to put food on the table neglected their son's mental state?
Or the fact that he managed to procure a semi-automatic with enough ammunition to kill and wound so many of his friends being ignored as well?
So maybe, just maybe, that the kid was a product of our modern world?
A world where it’s no longer fun to be a kid anymore.
A world where life is only as important as the dollar value.
A world where even a child knows how hopeless it has become and decided to end the misery of it all.
So again, what has this to do with the main topic of this post, writing?
Still don't see it?
Still wondering what I am inferring?
Let me make it even simpler.
As I mentioned before, writing is about painting a pattern.
And patterns are all about us and what we perceive.
Some of them make sense.
Some of them don't.
And most people don't need "sense" to be always valid when it comes to patterns.
At the end, its only matters if they get what they want.
So my statement.
"There is a pattern to everything"
It is a fact.
But it does not mean it’s always right.
And its does not mean its always valid.
Its just means that it’s what we are able to perceive to be true.
And sometimes, it might just be.
But most of the time, its not.
It’s our responsibility to tell them apart.
And it is this ability to tell them apart that makes us human.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tissue Paper Wisdom...
Though it might seem like a chore.
And it is not always rewarding.
But it is essential.
Its is part of the path.
What is it you ask?
Which is it our choice?
That is the path of servitude.
That of the serviette.
And the path for the learning.
By: Hallicus Keeys
And it is not always rewarding.
But it is essential.
Its is part of the path.
What is it you ask?
Which is it our choice?
That is the path of servitude.
That of the serviette.
And the path for the learning.
By: Hallicus Keeys
Monday, March 23, 2009
Yes ...
I have been giving that answer to almost every question that is being asked of me or tasked to me.
No, it has nothing to do with the latest Jim Carrey show "Yes, Man".
Rather, I am in a limbo state.
I woke up to a nightmare today.
That itself is not something out of the ordinary.
I dreamt of apocalypse.
The end of the world.
And Jackie Chan had the key to saving us all.
No, it has nothing to do with his movie as well.
My brain is as always been drunk with itself.
Conjuring images and linking them together to form patterns that baffle myself and those around me.
It had always been like so.
Mom used to comment that it came from my father’s gene.
Father says it’s from mom's father side.
They tend to always blame on the males though.
I wonder why?
As I said, I woke up to a nightmare.
But this time is seemed different.
It felt too real.
I could taste the dirt in my mouth when the drones attack.
I could feel the muscle aches from running and hiding.
I still remember the texture of Jackie's palm when he pulled me up the cliff and said, "You might want to hurry, they look hungry".
Even now, when I am typing this in, my head is still swimming from all the events that happened.
Yet, none of it did happened.
It was all a dream.
Fictitious events in my mind.
Am I going crazy?
Yes.
Am I delusional?
Yes.
Should I seek professional help?
Yes.
Is the world coming to an end?
Yes.
Izso will say "Too much Sarah Connors, izchan"
Maybe.
And maybe it’s a vision from the Supreme Beings of our consciousness.
Either way, I need some serious rest.
Dreaming is damn hard work.
No, it has nothing to do with the latest Jim Carrey show "Yes, Man".
Rather, I am in a limbo state.
I woke up to a nightmare today.
That itself is not something out of the ordinary.
I dreamt of apocalypse.
The end of the world.
And Jackie Chan had the key to saving us all.
No, it has nothing to do with his movie as well.
My brain is as always been drunk with itself.
Conjuring images and linking them together to form patterns that baffle myself and those around me.
It had always been like so.
Mom used to comment that it came from my father’s gene.
Father says it’s from mom's father side.
They tend to always blame on the males though.
I wonder why?
As I said, I woke up to a nightmare.
But this time is seemed different.
It felt too real.
I could taste the dirt in my mouth when the drones attack.
I could feel the muscle aches from running and hiding.
I still remember the texture of Jackie's palm when he pulled me up the cliff and said, "You might want to hurry, they look hungry".
Even now, when I am typing this in, my head is still swimming from all the events that happened.
Yet, none of it did happened.
It was all a dream.
Fictitious events in my mind.
Am I going crazy?
Yes.
Am I delusional?
Yes.
Should I seek professional help?
Yes.
Is the world coming to an end?
Yes.
Izso will say "Too much Sarah Connors, izchan"
Maybe.
And maybe it’s a vision from the Supreme Beings of our consciousness.
Either way, I need some serious rest.
Dreaming is damn hard work.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
So here I am ...
So here I am...
Not quite what I expected...
"Patience..." they said
It took forever to arrive.
And now that I am here?
I am not sure what to do.
Used to keep running.
Always hurrying to reach the mark.
Trying to beat the traffic.
Cursing all the obstacles.
Pushing aside the pain.
So here I am...
Is this all there is?
Not quite what I expected...
"Patience..." they said
It took forever to arrive.
And now that I am here?
I am not sure what to do.
Used to keep running.
Always hurrying to reach the mark.
Trying to beat the traffic.
Cursing all the obstacles.
Pushing aside the pain.
So here I am...
Is this all there is?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
News on Ten ...
Scams.
That’s the game.
People send tens of hundreds of emails for this purpose alone.
From Zimbabwe to little Malaysia, we have from CEO's to High government officials who has "undisclosed" amount of asset that needs to be moved before the country/company/region goes into chaos.
The newest scam comes from Namibia, stating that the countries needs a huge influx of Bull's and Cows for their farming community.
Yes people, this is "Bull" talk to the point.
Please don't laugh.
There are people, good people, out there who are giving money to these individuals to help villagers build a sustaining economy by donating money to purchase these livestock’s.
Millions of Ringgit has been scammed off to some man who wears funny shoes and speaks in a strange accent.
Some claim to be here as a middleman to the needy.
Some claim to be a holy man that has no external interest but to assist in the transactions.
Some even claim that he is a representative of the Namibian government to endorse these programs.
By and by a very lucrative business venture that has nothing to do with Namibia.
Thankfully. No animals were hurt in the process of these business deals.
That’s the game.
People send tens of hundreds of emails for this purpose alone.
From Zimbabwe to little Malaysia, we have from CEO's to High government officials who has "undisclosed" amount of asset that needs to be moved before the country/company/region goes into chaos.
The newest scam comes from Namibia, stating that the countries needs a huge influx of Bull's and Cows for their farming community.
Yes people, this is "Bull" talk to the point.
Please don't laugh.
There are people, good people, out there who are giving money to these individuals to help villagers build a sustaining economy by donating money to purchase these livestock’s.
Millions of Ringgit has been scammed off to some man who wears funny shoes and speaks in a strange accent.
Some claim to be here as a middleman to the needy.
Some claim to be a holy man that has no external interest but to assist in the transactions.
Some even claim that he is a representative of the Namibian government to endorse these programs.
By and by a very lucrative business venture that has nothing to do with Namibia.
Thankfully. No animals were hurt in the process of these business deals.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Do you remember?
Feeling a little out of breath
Looking into the far horizon
So out of reach
It’s not magic
Not an illusion
Yet it’s intangible
Passing me by
Not able to grasp it
Lives all put into a neat bundle
Slowly stacked over time
Weaving stories together
Simple
Elegant
Yours and mine ...
Looking into the far horizon
So out of reach
It’s not magic
Not an illusion
Yet it’s intangible
Passing me by
Not able to grasp it
Lives all put into a neat bundle
Slowly stacked over time
Weaving stories together
Simple
Elegant
Yours and mine ...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Breakfast at McDonald ...
Love...
What is this madness...
When have I fallen...
Who is going to save me...
Is this what death feels like?
I can't breath.
The world is collapsing.
Oh ... what is this madness?
When will it stop?
Will it ever?
Just one more time...
One more look at you ...
So I can die like the fool I am ...
Oh love ...
What sweet madness it is.
What is this madness...
When have I fallen...
Who is going to save me...
Is this what death feels like?
I can't breath.
The world is collapsing.
Oh ... what is this madness?
When will it stop?
Will it ever?
Just one more time...
One more look at you ...
So I can die like the fool I am ...
Oh love ...
What sweet madness it is.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Forgotten name...
I was talking to an old friend yesterday and he asked me what I wanted to do in the next 5 years.
I told him that I was going to put my current company's name on the map.
He looked at me with a twinkling of curiosity and a tint of "huh? Are you nuts?" in his eyes.
It’s not the first time I have seen that look.
And I am pretty sure its not the last time either.
Sometime ago, I made a decision that I expect to die soon.
Its not pessimistic, just me making a judgement call that everything ends.
It’s to put things into perspective.
I don't get overly emotional over things that are "less important".
Notice the brace I put around the words?
I "brace" it because I made a mistake of telling my concept to a friend that he over-reacted to it.
The brace is to indicate its meaning does not fall in to our conventional realm of understanding.
The definition of importance is a constant moving line.
To some people, missing breakfast can be considered an earth shattering disaster.
To others loosing the usage of their legs is nothing more than a nuisance.
Yes, it’s hard to swallow, but there are people out there who does not think that walking is the most important thing in the world.
We call people like these impersonal.
They are cold like winter.
Because they act on logic alone.
I am not totally in that realm, but I understand the logic for it.
Sometimes it’s essential that we are able to do so.
I go into this mode whenever I need to put on my "Solotionist" hat.
The dots float into place and I will "connect the dots" so to say.
Every other time, I am a carefree individual that rather spend time writing programs then help save the cheerleader.
So I was in that mode when I needed to make a decision.
Letting go of emotional attachments to things "less important" does not mean it is NOT important.
It merely means, I have bigger fish to fry so I should go about frying it, instead of dwelling in other stuff.
What has that to do with me deciding on placing my company on the map?
That is because it was one of the things in my list of to do things before I die.
Actually the to do item was not specific to my current company.
It was actually simpler.
"Change the world".
So, no.
I am not going to save the cheerleader.
I am just going to change the world before I die.
I told him that I was going to put my current company's name on the map.
He looked at me with a twinkling of curiosity and a tint of "huh? Are you nuts?" in his eyes.
It’s not the first time I have seen that look.
And I am pretty sure its not the last time either.
Sometime ago, I made a decision that I expect to die soon.
Its not pessimistic, just me making a judgement call that everything ends.
It’s to put things into perspective.
I don't get overly emotional over things that are "less important".
Notice the brace I put around the words?
I "brace" it because I made a mistake of telling my concept to a friend that he over-reacted to it.
The brace is to indicate its meaning does not fall in to our conventional realm of understanding.
The definition of importance is a constant moving line.
To some people, missing breakfast can be considered an earth shattering disaster.
To others loosing the usage of their legs is nothing more than a nuisance.
Yes, it’s hard to swallow, but there are people out there who does not think that walking is the most important thing in the world.
We call people like these impersonal.
They are cold like winter.
Because they act on logic alone.
I am not totally in that realm, but I understand the logic for it.
Sometimes it’s essential that we are able to do so.
I go into this mode whenever I need to put on my "Solotionist" hat.
The dots float into place and I will "connect the dots" so to say.
Every other time, I am a carefree individual that rather spend time writing programs then help save the cheerleader.
So I was in that mode when I needed to make a decision.
Letting go of emotional attachments to things "less important" does not mean it is NOT important.
It merely means, I have bigger fish to fry so I should go about frying it, instead of dwelling in other stuff.
What has that to do with me deciding on placing my company on the map?
That is because it was one of the things in my list of to do things before I die.
Actually the to do item was not specific to my current company.
It was actually simpler.
"Change the world".
So, no.
I am not going to save the cheerleader.
I am just going to change the world before I die.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Of Silver and rusty Irons ...
Perak, The land of Grace.
A formal jewel of the British Empire.
Now?
A conundrum of legal suits and counter-suits.
Even wikipedia is following news of this little state of ours.
Malaysia is more or less known to be one of the few British Colonies that gain independence through peace talks and have little to no bloodshed tied to its freedom from the empire.
And it seems like we are still able to keep with that particular attitude with the current political circus act.
No bloodshed yet.
No guns a blazing.
That’s good.
The "cup is half full" perspective is that we are still just talking.
Though the conversations and the legal proceedings are a bit childish.
Grown man with children and grandchildren are now rolling up their sleeves to throw ungraceful words among each other.
All for the sake of power over the wealth of Perak state.
Do they have the good of the people in their mind?
Maybe some of them did when they started.
But now?
More and more of these issues seem to be showing the true destructiveness of gaining seats in governments.
People sitting in those positions have suddenly lost all cognisance of honour and justice.
Some will throw up the religious factor and stir some commotions.
Some will throw up the racial dependents and stir up more smelly extracts.
Some will concur up sexual facets and declare a moral high ground for persecution.
Yet. It is still just words.
So it’s fine.
The "cup is half empty" view of the world is less shiny.
What we see are the blatant disregard of the law.
And I am not just talking about the constitution but the law of man.
The law of governing.
The law of doing what’s right.
Yesterday, I had a short email bout with Pugs about "The road of destruction is often paved with good intentions".
The current parties in play are both taking up the role of "Good Guy" and "Bad Guy" depending on which side you are standing.
Both of them think that they are doing the "right" thing.
They sincerely believe that it is the best optimal path to take in order to resolve the conflict.
And none of them will back off from it.
The "United Front" and the "People's Coalition" both stand on their bedrock of beliefs to fight what is perceived to be their duty.
They fight with whatever is available to them.
And I mean EVERYTHING they can use, they will use it.
Here is the part where it scares me most.
When will the day come when they suddenly come to terms that the only way left is that of the gun-barrel?
What if both parties have been forced to the position that people under them feels that its time for some blood letting?
Those of us who are not part of these individuals see a very disturbing trend.
These people are willing to push the envelope of what is "acceptable" in the current political air.
Sexual scandals are now acceptable.
Financial scandals are now prime time news.
And its not confined to those who are players of these match, but has cross over to the family and friends of these people.
Remember the brick and the Molotov cocktails that were thrown around a few months back?
Its no longer just political bickering but threats towards the safety of the people.
What is our country coming to?
My friends say that I am just too naive.
The world has always been such.
The one in my mind is but a fiction drilled into us by our education system.
Democracy is but a scam to lull the people into believing that they have power over their life.
There has always been only one political practice.
The strong over the weak.
Whether it is to protect or to control, matters not in the macro scale of things.
We are at the mercy of these people as long as we do not have the power to pushed them back.
Maybe the cup is half empty but I still believe that power is a held by whoever who wants to wield it.
The power of the people, that’s what democracy proclaims.
My view of things is slightly skewered.
The power sleeps with the one that can guide the people.
The one that wields that is what legends are made of.
A formal jewel of the British Empire.
Now?
A conundrum of legal suits and counter-suits.
Even wikipedia is following news of this little state of ours.
Malaysia is more or less known to be one of the few British Colonies that gain independence through peace talks and have little to no bloodshed tied to its freedom from the empire.
And it seems like we are still able to keep with that particular attitude with the current political circus act.
No bloodshed yet.
No guns a blazing.
That’s good.
The "cup is half full" perspective is that we are still just talking.
Though the conversations and the legal proceedings are a bit childish.
Grown man with children and grandchildren are now rolling up their sleeves to throw ungraceful words among each other.
All for the sake of power over the wealth of Perak state.
Do they have the good of the people in their mind?
Maybe some of them did when they started.
But now?
More and more of these issues seem to be showing the true destructiveness of gaining seats in governments.
People sitting in those positions have suddenly lost all cognisance of honour and justice.
Some will throw up the religious factor and stir some commotions.
Some will throw up the racial dependents and stir up more smelly extracts.
Some will concur up sexual facets and declare a moral high ground for persecution.
Yet. It is still just words.
So it’s fine.
The "cup is half empty" view of the world is less shiny.
What we see are the blatant disregard of the law.
And I am not just talking about the constitution but the law of man.
The law of governing.
The law of doing what’s right.
Yesterday, I had a short email bout with Pugs about "The road of destruction is often paved with good intentions".
The current parties in play are both taking up the role of "Good Guy" and "Bad Guy" depending on which side you are standing.
Both of them think that they are doing the "right" thing.
They sincerely believe that it is the best optimal path to take in order to resolve the conflict.
And none of them will back off from it.
The "United Front" and the "People's Coalition" both stand on their bedrock of beliefs to fight what is perceived to be their duty.
They fight with whatever is available to them.
And I mean EVERYTHING they can use, they will use it.
Here is the part where it scares me most.
When will the day come when they suddenly come to terms that the only way left is that of the gun-barrel?
What if both parties have been forced to the position that people under them feels that its time for some blood letting?
Those of us who are not part of these individuals see a very disturbing trend.
These people are willing to push the envelope of what is "acceptable" in the current political air.
Sexual scandals are now acceptable.
Financial scandals are now prime time news.
And its not confined to those who are players of these match, but has cross over to the family and friends of these people.
Remember the brick and the Molotov cocktails that were thrown around a few months back?
Its no longer just political bickering but threats towards the safety of the people.
What is our country coming to?
My friends say that I am just too naive.
The world has always been such.
The one in my mind is but a fiction drilled into us by our education system.
Democracy is but a scam to lull the people into believing that they have power over their life.
There has always been only one political practice.
The strong over the weak.
Whether it is to protect or to control, matters not in the macro scale of things.
We are at the mercy of these people as long as we do not have the power to pushed them back.
Maybe the cup is half empty but I still believe that power is a held by whoever who wants to wield it.
The power of the people, that’s what democracy proclaims.
My view of things is slightly skewered.
The power sleeps with the one that can guide the people.
The one that wields that is what legends are made of.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Analytics continue ...
As I mentioned in my post before, I have plugged in Google Analytics into this blog to see who comes and goes.
The trend seems to indicate that my blog attracts people from US and AU most.
I mean they don't say a lot but they keep visiting and actually read the posts I do.
The average time on site for my US friends is 1.35 minutes from 40 visits.
The average time on site for my AU friends is 2.59 minutes from 18 visits.
So what about the others?
Malaysia clocked about 1.11 minutes.
Canada clocked about 1.17 minutes.
Philippines, Indonesia, Italy all clocked around 1.05 minutes.
Even Vietnam clocked around 1.56 but it’s only for 2 visits sometime around 17 - 21 Feb 2009.
It does seem a bit overwhelming to me when I look at the numbers.
Compared to other bloggers like Pugs and MagazineMan ... mine is small fry.
But even then, it is encouraging to see that people do visit often and my postings are not just a blind throw to the sea of electron mists.
Whatever it might be that you find interesting here that keeps you returning, I hope you find more of it as time passes.
My writing pattern has changed a lot since I began 4 years back.
And I believe it will change even more in the time that comes.
Hope you still enjoy reading what I put here.
Either way, thanks for coming.
And most of all, thanks for returning.
The trend seems to indicate that my blog attracts people from US and AU most.
I mean they don't say a lot but they keep visiting and actually read the posts I do.
The average time on site for my US friends is 1.35 minutes from 40 visits.
The average time on site for my AU friends is 2.59 minutes from 18 visits.
So what about the others?
Malaysia clocked about 1.11 minutes.
Canada clocked about 1.17 minutes.
Philippines, Indonesia, Italy all clocked around 1.05 minutes.
Even Vietnam clocked around 1.56 but it’s only for 2 visits sometime around 17 - 21 Feb 2009.
It does seem a bit overwhelming to me when I look at the numbers.
Compared to other bloggers like Pugs and MagazineMan ... mine is small fry.
But even then, it is encouraging to see that people do visit often and my postings are not just a blind throw to the sea of electron mists.
Whatever it might be that you find interesting here that keeps you returning, I hope you find more of it as time passes.
My writing pattern has changed a lot since I began 4 years back.
And I believe it will change even more in the time that comes.
Hope you still enjoy reading what I put here.
Either way, thanks for coming.
And most of all, thanks for returning.
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