an update? is it a bot?

With nightly conversation partners taking off one by one, I find myself bereft of entertainment and noteworthy flights of imagination. My new blog is up, thanks to my infinite boredom and joblessness, but I have decided to reserve its contents for more interesting times. T'would be too sad to start off with a goodbye. So for now, I'll continue using this unpleasantly minimalistic space for self-comfort. The things I didn't write here gives me the shudders.

If my English sounds funny, it might be due to my listening to Korean love songs and pining my heart away. Except for the occasional rudimentary English phrases, all I can pick up is "Sa Rang~ Sa Rang~". It's quite funny, really, the shallowness of it all. A positive kiddie-pool. But it makes me feel good, so screw it. I'mma paddle in the kiddie pool all I want.

In case you didn't know, my obsession with anime has been replaced with K-Obsession. Concerned citizens (read: Yan Ming) should rejoice. Why? Why the hell should you rejoice? Because now I ogle at real people. Like, OMG finally. Real people? You scoff. They're plastic! Oh well, a girl's got to start somewhere, no? Besides, how do you plasticize legs? Those are real, I tell you. Of course not the guys' legs lah. The girls'. What about the guys? They look yummy. I wouldn't die of self-pity should I wake up next to one. Of course they look pretty. The androgynous look is IN. They aren't trying very hard to come across all manly (cavemen stubble and gladiator abs and all). I like that.

In fact, I'd go further and proclaim that this is as close as I can get to being perceived by the masses as 'Hot'. My general face structure and features fit the KOb. I'd make a damn cute Korean guy. Serious. I might be somewhat pretty for a Korean girl, but give me a haircut and I will transform into your next dotably adorafying male Korean celebrity. My nondescript androgynous face and suggestive grin will squeeze the hormones out of them glands. Of course, I'll need awesome hair so that fans can tell me apart.

(Do I look in the mirror and pretend to blow kisses at myself? I'm trying not to.)

Speaking of hair, I went and straightened mine. Itu rebonding, pernah dengar? Yeah. Now I hate my hair. It's too friggin well-behaved. I can't make faces at it every morning anymore. It dutifully falls down gracefully every time I slightly incline my head. I don't see crazy strands poking out all over when sunlight hits my head. I look like a counter girl when I wear a suit. Goddamit. I look so neat. Then again, I don't need to comb my hair at all. And I can tie my hair into a bun with a pencil, and watch it fall unchanged after I pull it out (cue shampoo commercial). Yet, I can't help missing the bed-hair I secretly thought was sexy. Ish. Here's to hoping guys dig this look. Cuz I don't.

New blog will be on Tumblr because it is photo-dump-friendly. I promised someone special regular photos of myself. And you all know I don't upload shameless self-camwhoring photos of myself on Facebook. Nope. They all go to Tumblr. There, we can make fun of the stupid all we want :D