Into somwhere else

So I went on to Flickr the other day, after my pro account has expired for quite a while. Much to my dismay, a whole album has disappeared into the internet void. My Pride Parade 05 album, the one I went to with James, Jackie, Lesley and Connie. Tear.

The slipping away of identity and existence seems so much more languid yet certain on the internet. My wretch account has expired so they shut it down. The place where I wrote in Chinese, down, all my blogs into internet void. Again. This other place I went to, Fantawa, I wrote there for much of my high school/university cusp, I don't even go there any more, it's done. Someday, this place will have long reeds growing, and I shall not return.

This is just a mild observation. It originated when my friend Lan, saw me on MSN the day before yesterday, and messaged me saying "Where have you been? We were so worried about you." Of course I was confused. What the hell are you talking about, I wish I was dead, but we can't have everything in life now can we? She went on saying that my wretch account shut down, I don't return phone calls, I don't appear on MSN. It's almost too easy now isn't it? Well, no, I'm still alive and well. Kicking and screaming.

(Commercial break: there is this commercial on now for nutrigrain bars, an executive seeking out the secret ingredient "and". Hilarious. Good job guys)

Still alive. Did not kill myself. Did not set a bomb off. Did not elope and have Michael Jackson's baby. Did sign up on Facebook on a whim, but it's too much trouble to navigate for people I know and say "let's be friends". Did sign up to anobii to show off my intellect, but there are so much self-indulgence in that I felt shameful. Did watch the Oscars so maybe we can talk about that next time. All for wine and wine for all. See, all is well in the mindless drone of the world.

We are the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world.