If I haven't been blogging lately, it's not for lack of trying. No wait, it is. I'd love to proffer about writer's block as an excuse, or blame it on not having enough time to write, let alone blog, but in all honesty, I've just been lazy as all hell. Internships, class, work, bumming around with friends – I've been living, not blogging, which I suppose is a good thing.

But that doesn't negate the fact that I haven't been writing regularly. Writing on this blog, especially, has become a chore. Blogging used to be an act of catharsis in which every idea that'd been fumbling about in my head could be fleshed out here, never privy to censorship of any kind – editorial or self-inflicted – resulting in posts that were sometimes crude but always frank.

Now I have an audience who actually reads, considers, inadvertently judges (we all judge, whether we want to or not), and an increasing number of readers who are friends, exes, classmates, professors, even future possible employers – not to mention the predominantly Singaporean set of fellow bloggers who are becoming more and more real to me. (Not that I thought you folks were imaginary or something, but you know how it is; it's very different after you've met bloggers in real life and realize, "Hey, these people that I'm having lunch with right now, they've read about all my embarrassing moments and chillingly honest breakdowns I've posted on my blog. Hmm.")

Oh tomorrow "bitch party",