Monthly Archives: March 2011
A blogger’s life used to be different, back when those self-gratifying social network sites weren’t still much of a fad. A blogger’s life was pretty simple: The blogger does, witnesses and reviews activities, and eventually put sthese accounts on a journal in reverse-chronological order.
I used to blog at least once in two days. I make a story out of the most commonsensical anecdotes that will sound like a torn-out leaf from a schoolboy’s diary. I wrote about annoying professors, horrendous films and TV shows, parties, crushes, more crushes, and B-plus opinions on politics and the social scene. Apart from the cheese and corn pouring out of my blog posts, the most important thing for me was that I could write.
Then again, times have obviously changed… I barely blog anymore.
For one, my other foot is buried in the corporate grave. Believe it or not, I barely check my Facebook now. (Fine, I tweet regularly, but that deserves another blog post). Internet surfing revolves around the latest news. I can’t even afford to like a post on Tumblr now. I have softbound books pending. The last time I actually exercised was in the time of Abraham, yes, the father of Isaac. To sum it all up: I HAVE NO LIFE.
If I was in a musical, I could’ve just easily sang the first lines of Elphaba Thropp in her Defying Gravity number: “Something has changed within me. Something is not the same.”
I could’ve belted it even better than Idina Menzel!
I dunno, perhaps I just miss writing—and not the writing I do in the newsroom. What I miss is the kind of writing which usually helps the blogger clear both his heart and mind after zealously ending a post with a period.
As the rest of the world recently panicked over the devastating tandem of a 8.9 magnitude earthquake and 10m-high tsunami waves, Japan herself actually survived. Well, at least striving to. However, very clearly, the country’s rescue efforts are commendable at best.
In the news, the government deployed
50,000 100,000 men from the military to be of relief services. Not to mention, there are also seeping support the international community.
So if Darren Aronofsky’s Black Swan wasn’t enough to make you growl “WHAT THE @!#$#!%!*(^@WR^?!” while on your seat, I don’t know what else to do with you. As for me, in my second viewing of the movie last weekend, I tried to conceal my shrieks. I dunno, I just don’t shriek. However, I listed the following moments in the movie where I thought shrieking “OMG!” was okay anyway. ( Read more… )
You know it’s hard for me not to update this goddamm blog. I may work in the online industry but I actually have to dedicate a big percent of my potential energy to write, edit, read stuff, write, edit, read stuff, do my mobile assignments and so on. ( U P D A T E U P D A T E )