Who knew that Twitter, of all social networks, would be such an ideal vehicle to express myself? The 14o characters limit saves me lots of time and prevents me from writing walls of text (that no one will EVER read). It also effectively bridges the gap between Facebook status updates and lengthy blog posts that need structure and cannot possibly accommodate the presence of multiple random topics in one post. Revolutionary indeed. So... HURRAY!
Plus, there's at least an active community of people who provide adequate feedback and interaction. Unlike this cold and lonely cell where no one ever visits. *sniff* Like, while my blog statistics is bursting with visits related to searches for "Quest Crew", "ABDC" and "hot naked Victor Kim" from all over the world, there exists only one or two odd visitors from IP addresses that actually belong to Singapore. I know it's kinda my fault but can you say "sheesh"?
Having said that, the supposed central topic of this blog, ie my life, needs no updating because essentially it's made up of the events that need little to no elaboration. I shot myself in the foot, spent about a month rotting in front of my laptop, marathoned through all 5 seasons of House (Huddy ftw!) and 10 seasons of Friends (Chandler ftw!), suffocated to death by censorship in China, spent a day as a sheep in Disneyland, wept real tears of sorrow for MJ, went over to the dark side, fell into a trap set by MCYS, successfully got my hair to look like Goldilocks, attempted to write a proper paper etc etc. See, no elaboration needed at all.
It's no surprise, therefore, that reading and hearing about internships and people working for an actual income has left me feeling slightly melancholic because of how unproductive my summer has been in comparison. Even though I know that's kind of inevitable because of my weird vacation schedule. Over the next 2 weeks, I'll be traveling to Korea,
the land of the big-faces, to perform in the World Choir Championships with the orchestra. Good times. So right now, I'm basically sweating over a Mozart Violin Concerto on a daily basis. No joke. Dark side is DARK. ... And festering with cocoons of EEEEEEVIL.
The future of this blog remains uncertain though, unlike my schedule of DOOM. I have the biggest backlog of drafts in the world, waiting to be penned while my ink of intellectuality (wtf?) runs dejectedly dry (omg this is the pits). Travelogues of trips made aeons ago, concert reports dating back to last year's Da Capo, rants on every subject known to mankind, etc etc ETC. The list goes on and on, and frankly, I'm pretty ambivalent about giving a damn.
What's for certain, though, is that I'm MOST PROBABLY going to blog about the recent season of SYTYCD, since I've repeatedly promised myself to do so, and some other bits and pieces of my life. So do expect something new appearing in this space over the next few weeks and as Mayor Schwarzenegger always says,
"I'll be back."As a reward to those kind readers who have made it allllll the way here, I give you an opportunity to droll over this.
If you're a member of the female species of course, with the mainstream sexual orientation. If you don't belong in either group, then, er, ... find your own sexy lady to drool over! Trust me, they're all over the internet.
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