Nervous 1st Post

It's hard to write bombastically.

.....Right.

Having crawled out of the proverbial hole in the ground, I've finally caught up with the rest of the world and started my own blog. Nevertheless, readers beware, I've kept journals before, and if previous trends are any indication, my commitment to journal keeping waxes and wanes alarmingly. Looking through the last entry in that dusty collection, I find I haven't written down anything for somewhat around 2 years. And anyone who has seen my deviantart account can further testify Christopher Lee Jun Wei's character and behavior.


I've always been a little cautious of starting a blog.

I've seen my friends' blogs, and I can't help but find them incredibly "emo". Especially WF's recent entries regarding his BGR (and even before those too), or AWC's perpetually depressing ones. WPCW's ones are thought provoking, and its incredibly encouraging evidence that youths are not all entirely superficial. But WPCW comes across as being anti-establishment for anti-establishment's sake. But take no offense guys, counter-culture is the mainstream culture today, and everybody likes to think that they go against the mindless stampeding herd, screaming “VIVA LA REVOLUTION!”

Ok, having offended most of my closest friends in just one paragraph, let me get down to business. Why on earth did I start a blog?


Regarding the above question.
(I almost wanted to answer this is a thoroughly emo-ish sort of way, but I realized that it really isn’t a quality I can tolerate in myself.)

Because narcissism is a universal affliction. Hahahaha! Because voicing out my thoughts and feelings on stage to an empty Cultural Center after school is finally making me feel like some poor deranged person. Because I’d really like to voice out my thoughts and hear what my friends make of me, this mysterious character hiding in the shadows that is the inner-Christopher.

Because growing up is a complicated thing. The onset of responsibility, the expectations of maturity, the looming entrance into the adult working world, National Service, and everybody’s favorite topic, BGR. Sometimes, it seems as if there isn’t enough time to learn as a teenager before becoming an adult. Hopefully, the blog will help point out to me the light at the end, the needle in the haystack, the secret ray-gun in the statue (COD 5).


Ending….

So dear reader, please help out a little. Smack me whenever I’m emo, because I really don’t like being so. And share your views, because I love Socrates’ method. But don’t impose them. Be forewarned, I think I’m an elitist, since I can’t stand Ah Bengs, Ah Lians and boys who throw wet toilet paper at the ceiling. And for the love of Haruhi, laugh with me when I laugh at myself (like when I said I may be elitist).

Danke

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