Been blog-hopping (read: being a sad soul and peeking at others’ lives as mine is currently owned by army). Feel a painful empathy for all the angst-ridden posts I’ve been reading. Then again, as a writer myself, notice most people write more when they’re sad (cos when they’re happy they’re not usually moping around the comp) hence will assume the blog owners are a tad less suicidal than the blog entries make them appear. Still, the ache, the desire to reach out and heal but being unable to (since am in wonderfully cold military office, ostensibly to Defend Our Nation), reminds me of why I almost thought about being a teacher. But I give up—how many lives can a teacher affect a year? Plus there’re other ways to help kids—through volunteer organizations and stuff. But to all teacher-wannabes out there, don’t despair! Teaching’s still a good, noble job, seriously! I salute you! (no sarcasm here. I realize the typed word is unlike the voice and hence very bad at conveying nuance)

Sometimes, like now, I’m reminded of Batman, standing high on a cliff looking down at Gotham City, his city. Only in my case, I’m looking down at humanity, watching the heart-wrenching happenings among humankind but am incapable of intervening in any way. I watch people, juniors walk down the path to self-immolation but am unable, perhaps unwilling too, to stop them. Because ultimately I will leave my lofty perch and re-join the mass of humanity down there.

Oh, and maybe I’m slow, but the diff between guys’ and girls’ blogs is HUGE. Can tell the gender of the blog-writer w/o checking the bio. Can’t put my finger on it, but it seems girls (not to generalize) tend to angst more and tend to have more frivolous punctuations and exclamations in their entries, kind of like the online equivalent of makeup—unnecessary but cute, occasionally irritating. Guys write somewhat more coherently, reflectively and usually do not spend whole pages ranting about emotions and/or relationships (not that those are unimportant). Again, this is gross generalization. Don’t shoot me. I’m sure somewhere out there in the Web lurks at least one sane blogging girl. Maybe two, even. Okay, fine, THREE. Now put down the gun.