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The obligatory year end post.

It will be mentioned all over, but where did the year go?!

Even the above sentence has been used to death.
Perhaps time flies when one is having fun. And I am.

Most of the fun part can be found on my twitter account @ahtiong73 (in future no one needs email or phone numbers). Some sad/bad partsare in there too but it goes away quickly.

Although I communicate more online, offline interaction did not suffer. You don't need a guru to tell you that it's not how much time you spend with a person but what you do with that time. People do not count the hours you spend with them, but instead value the few minutes that you do. And from what I have experienced from being online, there are better ways to punctuate a conversation than a smattering of ?!??!! *#^%&

> . A raised eyebrow, a smile, frantic hand gestures and in many of my cases, a raised glass of frothy goodness goes a longer way than some silly characters you generate from holding down the shift key.

I may not have met you for a very long time, our conversations may not be as long as they used to be. Do know that when I do pass you on the street or receive a buzz from you that for those few minutes you matter to me.

So I have decided that instead of a wall of text that you'd get from me intermittently, we can update each other via 140 characters or a bit more under Google buzz/ahtiong73 .

I will from time to time dig up some entries from 5 years of archive to share, but for instant gratification there are those links I provided above.

Thank you for following me, and hope you wake up to 2011 remembering 2010.

Stringing along

It's been such a long time since I've written anything with more than 160/140 characters,such is the allure of Plurk/Twitter, that it has made me lazy to string more than 2 sentences together, let alone paragraphs.

Perhaps I'm done sharing the more intimate details of what's going on in my head, taking the easy route of bombarding you with the most frivolous of updates online.

Every post is about the most mundane of things; where I am (Foursquare), what I'm doing (Twitter), why things are the way they are (Plurk). Yet, it takes up a good part of my day. God forbid if I should ever (never!) jump on the Farcebook wagon.

Have I lost sight of actual "Life"? I can't recall not going through a day without my trigger happy thumb (alpha-numeric keypad for me) ready to fire away on my mobile device.

Time overseas is spent, ironically, online about the going ons back home, where I have my online presence.

It has come to a point where I've tried to impose a curfew on my time online.

Looking at the time of posting this though, you'd know that once again, I've failed.

Well, I did manage more than 2 sentences, didn't I?

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Thank you note.

Another half of the year has begun.

Right up till the first half I was pretty optimistic. Plans were afoot, albeit in my head only.

Those were cut down to size recently, and I felt defeated. My cowardice almost cost me the one thing that is good in my life at the moment.

You.

Without your support and conviction, I would have thrown in the towel so easily, as with many things before.

Thank you.

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