CRAMPED

I've known this for quite some time now. Being in the state of denial for quite awhile, I've finally come to accept the fact:

Maintaining, upkeeping and cooking up good entries for a blog is HARD.


I know, I know... you probably think that this is another one of those excuse of a blog entry that apologizes for my recently sporadic visitations to my blog dashboard. It seems that I only have some arm's length involvement.


Well, what can I say? The ever so apologetic Allegro can only do what she must at this point of time, apologize. Sometimes when I do ever get so bored, I go to this blog. This stands as evidentiary support that a small-town girl from one of the smallest city-states in existence can become world-renowned in the blogsphere. I do understand that if you do not hail from south east asia, you will probably have a hard time understanding the lingo and colloquialism inherent in the area. You may need this , to demystify the jargon. After understanding what this lady(if I can call her that) talks about, you'll probably form some opinion that she is rather catty on all circumstances.


My point is: Her success can be contributed by a few reasons, some being that she provided a service in a timely manner, catching on to a fast and growing trend of blogging/surfing, her outspoken-ness (beit uncouth at times) her notoriety creating an upward surge and last but not least, her constant updating of her blog with key information of relevance. I have a good feeling she gets paid to be a blogger. But one pivotal question resonates:


Can a love be made into job and still be loved as much?


At times I imagine (did I tell you I love to dream?) if I had to be a resident writer to The Economist or Vogue, I'd probably slowly brew a resentment to my work. All that pressure to make deadlines and yet present works of art... inconceivable. Assuming 12 articles annually, there are bound to be some works of "rubbish" churned to meet a deadline. Although I'm not really supposed to say this, Commercialism takes the romanticism out of things.


I blog. I love to take opportunites to express myself. It's my sheepish way of having an alter-ego, preppy push-over Dr. Jekyll in the day, uninhibited admirable Mr. Hyde at dusk...
The greatest reason for it is because I can write whatever pleases myself and whenever I please. Isn't it wonderful to have freedom?


To anyone who's interested
Currently.

• Researching economic data for 20-page paper on finance
  
• Keeping up with readings
• Panicking about graduation
• Perfecting skills in the kitchen (hopeful graduation of cooking skills to culinary skills)
• Dragging big booty to the gym
• Consistently on the job-hunt
• Enrolling for the CSC

Be on the lookout for my rant: MY PARENTS ARE FUNDAMENTALISTS!