This is a personal challenge to post 100 blog entries. A conversation with an intern in the office earlier this afternoon gave birth to the idea. The conversation went something like this:
Intern: "Did you see pictures of [Intern X getting pissed drunk on a Thursday night] on Facebook?"
DW: "No. I don't have Facebook."
Intern: "What? What are you, a dinosaur?"
DW: "I don't have time for Facebook."
Intern: "I bet you are one of those people who don't have a life."
DW: "Of course I do."
Intern: "I bet you don't blog."
DW: "Why should I? I don't have time."
Intern: "Or no life?"
DW: "I'm paid 6 times your pay. Go make 5 sets of these documents."
I revealed the conversation to another fellow (fully employed with CPF) colleague over lunch. It transpired that she blogs as well, and she encouraged me to do the same. Apparently, blogging has changed her life. She takes pictures of everything she eats and posts them on her blog. At the end of each week, she revists her blog to calculate the total number of calories consumed over the week, following which the quarterly results are published to her husband (and to all others concerned). Save for the fact that her husband got a verbal warning from his superiors when she attended his company's annual Dinner & Dance, she claims that the marriage is working fine.
I became curious. What do people blog about anyway? I wonder what kind of illustrious lives do bloggers lead to compel them to relentlessly update their blogs.
Later in the evening, I found out. Bloggers post pictures of their boyfriend's cleavages:
I am concerned. I hope my girlfriend doesn't blog.
I soon discovered that cyberspace is flooded with blogs, and my intended domain name, i.e. davidwong.blogspot.com was taken.
Needless to say, I was infuriated. Doing what anyone would do, I marched off to "comment" on this blog to request an instant removal of his blog and domain within the next 24 hours. Within several furious keystrokes I entered "David's paradigm. A place for hearty speech".
The last post on "austausch davids" (1. what does that mean anyway; and 2. why did he have to use "davidwong"?) was on Saturday, April 17, 2004, which provided his readers an insight on:
"We picked up a pragnant cat this week. She's incredibly friendly with people and not fit for life on the street, where she's originally found, and we've been feeding her and her friends everyday over the past months or so." [emphasis mine]
I hope David here doesn't have kids. It would be painful to know after David's pragnant wife gave birth, he misspelled the child's name on the birth certificate. Is this why I have been confronted with all sorts of funny names on the resumes I receive, e.g. Jaycer Lee, Mikson Wee, Arabelle Ting?
Also, how in the world do you judge a cat? I know if a candidate is "fit" for the position through his/her educational qualification, demeanor during the interview, language skills, so on and so forth. But how do you judge if a cat is "fit for life on the street or not"? Because she's incredibly friendly? What about the Ronald McDonald?
And he feeds "her friends". How do you judge friendship between cats? I have been in this office for the past 3 years and I don't even know who my friends are. And I can't even start to imagine if we practice this weird sense of compassion and start hiring all our employees' friends.
We should stop this policy of giving employees time-off on "compassionate grounds".
