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There are some people you can talk to online, but when you meet them in person, as much as you like them, you have nothing to say. Probably because after that endless amount of self disclosure (which talking online facilitates), any thing else would come across as small talk, and you're better off not saying anything at all to avoid looking stupider than you already are. Substitute the 'you's in this entry with 'I', and 'them' with 'you' for the non-in-denial version.

The last day of the seventh month, the void decks are fenced in by rows of long red candles bleeding smoke. Wonder if the Chinese in Klang are allowed to do the same. (Haze alert! )

I am this close to doing my sociology term paper on bloggers. The blurring of boundaries between the public and private self - when the private is calculatedly publicised, so people feel (slightly) bonded to you as a result of your 'self-disclosure' - is nice to explore, if for nothing more than the purpose of scratching my brain.

truncated post, fragmented thoughts. my life is in pieces already over nothing.

Wow what a dramatic ending. "She went out with a bang" - the ideal headline for a suicide.