Why Do I Do This?

Saw the trailer for Saw before Old Boy. What makes theatre-owners think that these two movies have anything in common anyway? Why would someone who enjoys Old Boy want to see Saw? Violence should not be a common point, since they're such different uses of violence. Anyway it looks like a piece of shit. Anyone who's seen it care to comment? #2? I'm sure you've seen this, probably while you were high as a kite too.

Why do I write on this blog? I really don't quite know yet. I mean, yes, ostensibly it's for my friends in the US to know wassup and all that, but then I've been pretty lazy about giving my contact information and link to this page to everyone. I mean to though, I'm just slowly getting my way round to it.

Then it could exist for the sole purpose of my bitching and whining. Of which I do a lot of. Though I hope it's entertaining in some fashion at least. But that reason's really kinda sad.

It could be just writing for the sake of writing. I don't get to do much nowadays, since college is over and done with ("Questions of the Self and the Other in Mulholland Drive". Go!), and I haven't exactly been all that productive with my screenplay output, since that stuff takes time, time which I haven't been able to steal from the vortex of despair that is my job. (And I have to rewrite a script for work over the weekend too. Dammit. I try to do things the way they like it and it gets tossed back to me. Bah.) So is this the only outlet for creativity I have left? It'll be pretty sad if it is...

I used to keep a diary of sorts when I was a kid. That I remember. I also remember trying to dig it up a few years back to see what I could recollect of my youth from its pages, and being thoroughly disappointed, to the point where I tossed the whole thing in the trash. See, not that I had a boring childhood (well, I really kinda did). It seemed that somehow I'd deemed it necessary to fill that "diary" not with entries about my daily life, but utterly useless bits of trivia that I'd managed to pick up from TV, entertainment magazines, and the like. Yes, I was a regular little celebrity whore. I feel so ashamed. Now I make fun of all the silly kids who stand outside Caldecott Hill waiting for their Singapore Idols. If I'd been their age, I might've wanted to do that too... or at least entertained the thought of doing it. I suck balls.

So perhaps this is an attempt to rectify that situation. Penning (or typing) down witty prose about my thoughts and actions while trying desperately to right the wrongs of the past. Sounds noble, no?

And perhaps I do it for the fans (Ha! I can hear sniggering already). No one seems to leave comments, so I really don't know how many people are regularly reading this here thang, but at least in email correspondence I've gotten some really sweet comments.

"your writing inevitably leaves a smile on my face (Free Porn for the Aged is brilliant), and... it's nice (to) hear from a fellow discontent (or a superior discontent, mebbe)."

High praise indeed from someone who writes much better than I do.

"LOVE ur blog man...."

Awww... simple but nice. Thanks.

Anyone have any theories on why I blog?

Ooh, just thought of one more. I remember reading in the papers about this Singaporean girl that was supposed to be all outrageous and foul-mouthed and had a really entertaining blog, so I went to the site for a look. Um, yeah, didn't find it all that great. More like silly, and often annoying. And please, "foul-mouthed"? She's like a Catholic schoolgirl compared to me. I thought, godammit, I can do much better! Plus, I actually have coherent thoughts about Issues and shit (I swear I do, I just haven't gotten around to them yet). So yeah. Here we are...