The first train...

5.30am is when the first train runs by my neighbourhood. How do I know this? I'm sitting here writing this and the first train just rumbled by. I heard it.

Local TV should spend more time watching American TV. How the filming's done, how the actors communicate with one another. They shouldn't be thrown together with the blatant hope that some chemistry will develop between the actors because they're told to and paid to do so.

Who writes those scripts anyway?

By penning down my thoughts in this blog, I've been told that I'm attention seeking and egoistic. Well, yes. It's true. I am an egomaniac and I love the feeling of being showered with attention. Who doesn't? Hypocrites them I say.

My consistant badgering of Maine on her looks has made her self conscious. She hates it cause she can't tell the difference between when I'm making fun of her and when I'm serious. I suppose I may have myself to blame for that. I do feel that she has little or nothing to worry about though.

She claims that women obsess over their hair. I'd say that they fuss over it and she obsesses over it. It's true. Not once have I met her and she not say that her hair is crappy or ask me if her hair is perfect. I may be missing something but I think I have to remind myself to tell her that her hair is perfect (or not) as the first thing I say when I see her.

I now hear car alarms being disarmed from the carpark below. I guess people are beginning to get up and go to work/school or wherever they have to go at 5.45 in the morning.

One last thing. I write blogs because I like to write. I put it up on the web because it saves me space on my harddrives, my internet offers me unlimited access and it's already properly organised for me when I post here. I do look at my own writing from time to time and comment on it (silently). Everybody has an ego. The only difference is the size of the ego.