I am also an oxymoron (or is it my life that's the oxymoron?) because I am as modern as they come and yet there is stuff in my life that's *not modern*. Lessee now...
I can't live without my PDA, broadband connection, notebook and mobilephone, those ubiquitous symbols of You-Are-In-Tune-With-The-RatRace (come on feel free to disagree with me!). I just love Simon Cowell (he is so deliciously nasty! - no, I don't agree with a lot of his comments). I voted in Malaysian Idol and Akademi Fantasia... it was like an obsession! AND I BLOG!
Yet at the same time, before I enter a hotel room, I invariable 'ask' permission from unseen inhabitants to stay for a while in the room. When I walk in the jungle, I don't throw stuff, pluck flowers or leaves or make comments should I see anything unusual.. These are all taboos ... cannot offend the jungle inhabitants.. again, unseen most of the time. I never leave baby clothes outside at night so that no-one disturbs the baby's rest. After attending a funeral, I cannot meet anyone at home until I have taken a shower and changed my clothes.
SO... oxymoron I am.