Sweet Suga CandyFLOP

Like the past 3 Christina singles, my features for Trevvy seem to be flopping faster than you can say "Candyman". In terms of hits. First Pitch Black. And now my latest feature on wakeboarding doesn't look like it's off to a good start. I've already tried to make the headline as sensational as possible. It's not my fault that most readers are only interested in sex/pornography/relationships/what makes them gay...as if it makes any difference. Basically, they only ever care for trivial tripe. But that does beget the question - should we then cater to these heathen masses? I don't know really. "It's all about the branding." Well honey, your brand's not gonna be worth nothing without any audience.

Anyway, after 2 weeks, I've finally gotten hold of the pictures from Labour Day weekend. Actually they're only from the first night at Play, a.k.a the infamous night where I ended up having to be driven home, limping up to my apartment, and puking in the toilet. I wasn't gone when these pictures were taken, but as you can see from the second one, I was well on my way.

Menghanna and I. We ended the night in two very different places. He found a new squeeze and I found the tongue of a random stranger. Tragic.

Right now, I'm not feeling too perky. Family stuff. Every few years, something always has to screw up in the Huang family. Maybe it's God trying to test our faith or something (and at the rate I've been going recently, let's just say that my faith may just as well have been lost in the Hollywood Hills, although the recent Christian-esque dialogue I attended did comfort somewhat). It's just been on my mind and I can't seem to stop worrying. Part of me can't wait for next Thursday and part of me is terrified at what may transpire then. All part and parcel of life I suppose.

On a lighter note, I had delicious HOME MADE ICE-CREAM today which was like, totally cool. Like, so totally.

I've been reading Alan Dershowitz's 'America On Trial' and it's been a most addictive book. As much as I like reading, I'm not usually the kind of person who can read for hours on end. I need to take a break between chapters, and I don't usually do very many chapters in a day. However, in less than a week, I'm already nearing the end of 566 pages, which is atypical for me. The way his mind works is amazing. He has tenure at Harvard Law. And I'm getting Yvonne and TLA. Just great. This is the kind of law that fascinates me - law on a federal level, interpreting the (United States) Constituition etc. Which is, naturally, something I doubt I'd get to study very much of here.

Blahblahblah. I think I've said enough. I've been writing out my posts a lot faster these days - I guess that's a by-product of writing for a living. I do need to up my writing speed in any case.

Tomorrow's the premiere for Infamous, which is gonna be so fun. The full Samazozis haven't met up since my birthday? That was a month ago la. Maybe Lena will really have morphed into a germ.