Blogging is like Kara-oke-ing

Kara-oke-ing

I chose my favourite song. I sang with gusto and emotions. I thought my audience would like it. They chose to be there anyway.

I finished singing. The audience clapped. Some shouted, “Encore! Encore!” The majority kept quiet. They kept looking at the TV screen wondering whether the next music video would show a lady in even less clothing than the previous one.


Blogging

I chose my topic that I thought would interest my blog fans. I wrote with such passion that I blurted out laughing and rubbing my palms out of excitement. I published my latest blog.

Then my readers read it. Either they have come across my blog by invitation or by chance, they chose to start reading. Some gave up without finishing. Some finished reading. Some related to the article so well that they left some comments on the blog. The majority kept quiet.


Who is this guy who always think that his singing/opinion is important? Who cares about what he feels/thinks anyway? Why is he keep committing this act of self-fulfilling prophecy? You mean he is so stressed that he got no other way to vent his emotions?

Honestly, I don’t find his singing/blog interesting at all. It’s such a pain to listen to him. Should I tell him? But I don’t want to be the bad guy. You know what I mean? Maybe I should just leave. Let him pay for my drinks. Let him ‘shiok sendiri’ (Malay term for gratifying ownself).

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