My last entry on my ebloggy blog was dated Wednesday, July 02, and three months' absence of incessant moaning and groaning have led fellow dwellings in cyberspace to wonder in glee when and how I died.
Sixteen weeks, as noted by livejournal. This is the longest I've gone cold turkey and omg like a drug addict who can't get his dope I got highly temperamental because I had no other avenue to deposit all this mental sewage pile and constipation in the head is worse than the physical turmoil experienced on a toilet bowl.
My soul-searching journey to discover life (and academic salvation) beyond typing ambivalent sentences has allowed me to appreciate the irrelevant beauty of Mathematical Induction ("What," I demanded from Ms Khee after wasting half a foolscape pad trying to prove funky equation, "is the point of proving that P(k) exists??" ). Weeks after weeks of trying to read between the lines and questioning the wonder of life, exploring the different styles of writing and contemplating the stupidity of humans as exemplified by characters in The Great Gatsby. Along the way, I realised blogging produces positive externalities because the lack of it caused Jolene the Neurotic to be in a grumpycrankystressedoutinsanelypms mode. I began to see shades of Human Geography tutorial moments in me.
Never am I going to not blogging again. Yes, I declare, I am back :D
Now it's detox, massive literal diarrhoea mudslide ahead.
First things first though, I needed to find a new domain. My bad experience with Ebloggy has left Xiaoxi truimphant, sneering "I told you so".
Blogger sounds so primary school. Then someone earnestly suggested, "lj, lj!"
Btw, "lj" sounds rather crude, especially so if one is a descendant of the Hokkiens.
Livejournal is well, confusing.
The most perplexing thing is how, lj is so schizo and can't decide if it was blogger, facebook, friendster or surveymonkey. I was trying lj out early in the morning and got utterly lost. I am a simple make-your-own-html-post-an-entry type of pig, you see. Lj is complex. The codings for layouts are weird, and the layouts are not pretty. I need to make friends. Oh my gosh. Yes I feel a long ramble coming up for socialnetworking I'm going to do a //
Virtual social networking has never been my forte. Back in the era of Friendster, I managed to hit the 100 friends mark after four long years of Secondary school. Social networking sites like facebook and Friendster remind me of the atrocities of reality.
I am a social recluse. Yes, because my puny social circle is widely publicised on the internet, and draws out my inferiority complex.
My fellow counterparts on facebook have encyopedias of friends. I have a thin fifty-cent jotterbook.
This is depressing. Even the thinly disguised livejournal criticized. "You have only two friends", although I am in a community called 08A10. I realise that doesn't necessary qualify one's friendship with others. To become someone's friend you have to extend an official invitation. Which brings me back to lj. You can't link other people unless you are an "official friend", and his or her entries appear on your friends page. This is amazing. Back in primary school people don't friend you they don't talk to you. Now, you don't flash their entries. Tit-for-that.
I admire everyone else, of the stamina and effort and patience they have that I never will possess.
Browsing through hundreds of profiles, clicking "Add as Friend" and then waiting for the bloody page to load. Two hundred gazillion times. Last night, I exposed myself to the harsh reminder of my pathetic social life by logging into facebook again after like six months, and I had to wait two hours to accept my friends as friends. And I am only halfway through accepting all the requests because it takes extremely long to load. The scary thing about facebook is the number of requests to do other things besides poking. And the pages take freaking long to load. I give up.
So anyway. Guess I'll be trying out lj for now.
Interesting applications. I hum like a country-bumpkin who realises toilets can flush. Automatically.
WOW I CAN EVEN PICK MY MOOD, WHEN WORDS FAIL TO SUFFICE!
I just spent five minutes deciding what mood I'm in now.
I'm tired because I slept at 4, I'm feeling hyper because promos are finally over, I'm feeling excited about OH, I'm feeling sick because I am sick, I'm feeling random because I'm ranting like nobody's business, I'm vexed because my facebook page refuses to load again, I'm confused because I don't know what my emotional status qualify as.
None, or other it is!
You know that feeling of relieve as you open the toilet door in satisfaction, and as you step out of it a pong hits the surroundings but you don't care, because it feels so, so, so good?
Yeah.
HOWDY
Welcome to Jolene's waste of cyberspace!
This is the external medium where she stores the residue that spews out of her shrivelled-up raisin of a brain.
Her junkyard of permuted alphabets.
Cemetery ground for all thoughts random and illogical.
Like Dumbledore's pensive.
ETC.
Here before my eyes
Many roads ahead
Time for me to choose one way now
If I take a chance
What lies down the road
Feeling so confused
Turned around
On and on.
