Colonel Bogey March

I wish I can watch the Breakfast Club everyday. And I definitely wish I can whistle; then I can join the crew and whistle the Colonel Bogey March. According to Wikipedia, this tune is one of the most popular marches ever published. Supposedly, it was developed by a military man and a golfer. Hence, the march part and the bogey part of the name.

I had been posting on Xanga for years. And for some reason, I came across a few blogs from Blogger, and it seemed promising for me to write absolute bullshit and enjoy myself. Xanga was the blog that I grew up with and just wanted to shake that shit off. People subscribe to each other as often as people request Facebook buds. Speaking of Facebook, it is the manisfestation of social pressure. You can move blogs around all the time, but a social networking profile? If you don't have one, you lose socially. If you have one, be sure to use those privacy options extensively. Your activity is monitored with every move that you make. And it's sad, because I am a complete voluntary victim of it. I recently deleted 50 friends that I had made since freshman year, and I actually felt guilty. Then I became incredibly paranoid and dreamed that an entire force of deleted people found me at my happiest moment and stomped all over me. And to think of deleting "friends" that I had met some point in time and gesture an occasional hello at Gould Plaza, is absolutely maniacal. Too hard.

I am currently writing a short story about superstition in the Chinese way--meaning ba gua, feng shui, fortune tellers, the whole shebang. I breathed superstition as a kid. When my mom, a realtor, would take me around to different houses she would say to me, Lily-ah, see this house? no good, willow trees, sad looking, attract ghosts. Or Lily-ah, see this house? facing the alley, that's an intersection, means conflict, no good.

Finished watching TBC.