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Sunday, September 23, 2007

Of Self-Censorship and the One That Gives a Damn.

"How come you don't write about yourself eh? You only write stories" - That was someone's comment upon reading my entries.

Well, I hate to give this away, but you know that in order to read and understand my entries, you have to sift through my metaphors, my tongue-in-cheek comments, my sarcasm, my exaggerations and your own perceptions. Only at the end will you be able to finally, if at all, decipher, what I'm trying to get at.

Then what's wrong with calling a spade a spade? Why do I have to refer to "water" as "milk", "quarel" as "song & dance" and "company reception" as "nightclub"? Why do I have to thwart people's perception of myself?

Because I write glam. I write satire. And as far as I can, I write art. For example my deleted entry "Ice on the Dancefloor", and "the Writer, the Sinner, the Puppeteer", "Grouses of a Seriously Unfunny Circus Monkey", and more recently, "Of Love and Lust". People's perception can only be as thwarted as they already are, without even reading my entries.

There is nothing satirical or artistic about writing: "This is a nice phone. I want to buy it when it's out. I can't stop looking at it. It's driving me crazy" This is not my style. And if this is the style you would rather read, look somewhere else. I'm sure there are many other teeny-bopper sounding blogs out there that can cater to your need.

Instead, with all splendour, I wrote with the usual flamboyance: "His passion for her is burning his heart, and his desire consuming his soul. He waits. Knowing that all he could afford now is to steal glances at the images of her alluring figure."

Voi La! Provocative, intriguing, sexy. Words of Love - for a goddamn handphone.

Lately I received a few suggestions to just write in a simple, non-sensational, non-threatening, non-provocative and non-perception-thwarting kind of manner. In short, apply self-censorship. Good suggestion - but that's exactly what I will not do.

Perhaps, out of respect to darling, my family and myself, I will attempt to water down some of these entries. But still, I shall always keep that distinctive style.

Where self-censorship does not necessarily apply.

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