Do you really know this 'evolutionary life' of mine?
Sometimes I regret that my blog site isn't anonymous coz I have recently found myself censoring many honest perceptions. What's the point of having a so called journal/diary when I can't express myself wholly, in a i-dont-give-2-hoots-if-you-think-i'm-looney-bitch sorta way.
It's stupid that I worry about what people might think when they read my entries. I wish I could say that he's acting like a childish fool, or she's trailer trash, or that I feel like ABC about this whole mess I'm in instead of skirting it with 123's. But I know if I do, I'd never get a good night's rest, or I'd be constantly watching my own back, fearing for sweet life.
I've had many visitor friends whom I know personally say that there're 2 me's. That the face-to-face me is very different from the www version. Apparently, from my postings, I'm darker, fiesty and full of angst..which is very much the opposite aura you get in my 'live' company.
Maybe all the surpressed, unexpressed 'tak puas-ness' have been excessively vented out here...which under normal circumstances I'd glaze with a smile. Maybe I take my bitching hobby a little too seriously. Or maybe I suffer from MPD.
That's it. MPD.
Anucia Elizabeth Chacko's got MPD.
Maybe that's why I liked Secret Window to bits...see, I knew it was more than my undying love for Johnny Depp.
It's stupid that I worry about what people might think when they read my entries. I wish I could say that he's acting like a childish fool, or she's trailer trash, or that I feel like ABC about this whole mess I'm in instead of skirting it with 123's. But I know if I do, I'd never get a good night's rest, or I'd be constantly watching my own back, fearing for sweet life.
I've had many visitor friends whom I know personally say that there're 2 me's. That the face-to-face me is very different from the www version. Apparently, from my postings, I'm darker, fiesty and full of angst..which is very much the opposite aura you get in my 'live' company.
Maybe all the surpressed, unexpressed 'tak puas-ness' have been excessively vented out here...which under normal circumstances I'd glaze with a smile. Maybe I take my bitching hobby a little too seriously. Or maybe I suffer from MPD.
That's it. MPD.
Anucia Elizabeth Chacko's got MPD.
Maybe that's why I liked Secret Window to bits...see, I knew it was more than my undying love for Johnny Depp.
2 Comments:
My blog is anonymous and I use a nickname on the Net (which is also the name I go by when I do theatre stuff, call it a stage name if you like.) Furthermore, I assume I'm not famous enough for ppl to read me and know who I am anyway.
Unfortunately, I seem to be always proven wrong, people who know me DO know who I am on the Net, and the guy I've got a major crush for years on has just found his way into my blog. :P So now what to do ah?
BTW, pls tell me more abt Mark de Silva's Pimple Years. Found your blog thru that review (sorta review) you wrote.
Lucky you!
well, you wouldnt want my advice, honestly!i would say, write anything you want anyway...but i know its not that easy..:)
gosh that play was so long ago..i wish i could remember more...but i can tell you it was worth the time,you could very much relate to it,bout real situations half baked adolescents find themselves in oh so very often...it was one of the first few plays that i watched...
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