the mudpond

It's good to let things breathe in your imagination because often your initial response to it is not the best thought-through response. I savour little glimpses of life. Mine and those of people who turn me sideways and around. Friend or stranger. Even a child. (the world looks different from down there) Sometimes an author, photographer, artist. I let things saturate and incubate here. Hopefully, deeper meanings can percolate up and flower.

Location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

A stray cat.


Twinkle, Twinkle, Ping! Ping!

Yes, Bloggers 'r' us. And how...

Such fickle and inconstant lovers are we. How we hate and love and hate our feme the twinkling ding-a-ling press gave us. How we alternatively hate and love the power they wield and can confer on us - still.

Ping! Ping! Ping! ... see how our emotions swing.

Just when are we ever gonna get it? Actually, do we even want to get it?

Really, it’s only business, lah.

Admit it. With or without
Google Adsense, it also makes damn good Ping-Ping-sense. What could make more business sense for bloggers than that? If we really want to be honest about it, that is.

How many PPS pings in the past two weeks, do you reckon are owed to that loverly - or is it blardy now? - twinkling little star?

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