Bohemia Bunny

Blogster wish list

May 19th, 2005 by lynnylchan under Blog Life

This is a list of things I would like to see/experience that is related to my blogging experience.

1. I would like, no, love, no, absolutely die for the chance to meet Cowboy Caleb in person. Preferably at a nice quiet bar of some sort so that he can enjoy his liquor and I can pretend to be sophisticated while nursing a Mai Tai. He’s Secret Agent Man, so meeting him in person would be like hanging out with Batman. And also because I have so many things to ask him (a sample of which is below).

When did you come to Singapore?
Were you an Asean scholar? (I have my suspicions about him.)
How did you meet your gf? (He is currently, er, committed.)
And Cowboy Caleb, don’t cheat by answering the questions in the comments. I am saving them for when I finally meet you.

And I don’t mean that I want to meet him now, or in 10 years (when he’s busy raising kids), or in 20 years (when he’s busy raising teenagers), but maybe in 30 years (after the kids have grown up). What the hell, my kids will be grown up by then as well. I’m sure he’ll be a very dapper-looking 50-something. A bit like John Wayne, hor.

2. I want to consolidate my blogs into one place, and have password protection, and comments to email, and RSS, and…
As I have explained before (but I never tire of repeating myself) Blogger is good for the occasional photoblog, but I find it too buggy for regular blogging. TBlog is reliable, but limited in function. And both these clients don’t provide password protection. I’d pay Blogger, but they’re no longer accepting Pro users. Eventually, one day, I will get a host and, like cH over at TSI:Unlimited, I’ll also be unlimited. Right now I can’t use my credit card to pay for stuff like hosting fees, cos my mother doesn’t know that I blog. (Nor does she know what is a blog, I suspect.)And I don’t want her to find out. It’s always harder to blog, knowing that your mother can read what you’re writing. C’mon, would you let her read your diary?

3. I want to attend the upcoming Singapore bloggers’ convention (it is yet to be officially named).
Apparently it will be on in July, which is a bit tough for me, being as I am in Kuala Lumpur. If they have it in early-to-mid-July, I’ll have to make a trip down, and if they have it in late July, there is a chance I’ll be busy with Orientation 2005. I don’t fancy the idea of admitting to the Orientation people that I’m off attending a blogger convention, cos then they’d want to read my blog. Not that I don’t like having in-hall readers (yo Kel) but there’s just so much potential for misunderstanding, especially over the matter of the Hall Guide. A bigger conundrum concerning the convention though: Am I in fact allowed to attend? Being as I am not a citizen or Permanent Resident of Singapore? It’d be cool if I could go, then we could form a tiny Noose student sub-group. Or better still, a sub-sub group consisting of foreign students at Noose. So far that would consist of me and cH, and perhaps a few of his friends. Yay.

4. I don’t want to be eternally vigilant.
It’s been often quoted, particularly over the AcidFlask issue, that “the price of freedom is eternal vigilance”. But I don’t want to always censor myself, I don’t want to have to worry about getting sued or hauled up at the Dean’s Office. I don’t want to have people stumbling across my blog and telling my family. I don’t want to have to plead with my readers, as Kenny Sia did, to respect my privacy as a person outside of the blogosphere. I just want everyone to enjoy reading it and leave it at that. Please don’t boycott Yousucks Hall just because I’m a resident. I don’t intend to defame anything or anyone, whether in writing or by association. It’s so easy to piss off people in the blogosphere. All you have to do is hold a different opinion from them.

5. I want to save the world.
One smile at a time. My new goal is to cheer up someone somewhere, by a tiny smidgen or by a lot, by what I wrote. Gosh I sound like some happiness-dispensing fairy.
Today it is: Even if you are a smoker, I will consider dating you. I’ve realised that smokers aren’t all the smelly, polluting bastards we non-smokers like to think they are. Some are actually quite considerate. Just like how being a non-smoker doesn’t automatically qualify you for the “Can Date” list, being a smoker will not automatically disqualify you. There, I’ve just practised non-discrimination of smokers! Yay!
(I’m not assuming everyone wants to date me. I’m just saying that, personally, a nicotine habit isn’t the be-all and end-all when choosing dates.)

Please tell me if I made you smile. Thank you.