Searching for yourself

Maybe everyone should do this whenever they feel as though they’re dying of boredom: key your own name into the multifarious search engines and hit the ‘Enter’ key. You’ll be as amazed as me to unravel interesting stuff. In my case, other than the occasional mention of a flower which has my name embedded in it, I’ve got pet felines with my name (imagine the constipated look on my face when i saw that), that annoying Bollywood ringtone (which YF kept singing and gesticulating whenever he saw me), and it happens to be this particular unflattering term for a hippie in American slang language. Oh well. On the other hand, it actually surfaced my blog as on of the first few search results, so ya, it’s pretty cool after all. To make this activity go on for hours, try alternatives of your name (like your pet names, nicknames people gave you, etc.) and sieve through all the search results. You’ll marvel at the sort of junk and laughable stuff this thang called ‘Internet’ can churn up. Maybe a line or two from a long-lost classmate’s blog about how much he/she misses you, or a chunkful of hate entries by that arch enemy. I’m blown away.