Remember when Miley deleted her Twitter, rapped about it, seeked a few close female dancing friends and filmed a music video for it?

Well, I will not be deleting my Twitter account (Hell no, at least at this moment), nor be filming a music video about it (budget issues), but I will be going on a Miley Cyrus hiatus on Twitter for a while. Not to attract attention or whatsoever, the reasoning for me is/can be relatively easy – I have become too obsessed, reliable on Twitter for much too much.

Let’s go back to days when there wasn’t Twitter – what exactly was I doing? What was occupying my seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and where was I? (years will be too general, so you are left out, buddy)

What Twitter has done is to create a platform for everyone to have a space to share their thoughts – mine be it crazy (yet I am normal enough to question it!), musically or lyrically insane, or video links, or what is on my mind at the moment or what particular thing I was doing, anything at all – and to share it with the world, with whoever who cares, or relatively so.

It is a good thing; it is a good creation. I have been able to share thoughts, know more about people, get really crazy, kill boredom and loneliness, have conversations. Yes, I have got to know some great new friends through the social networking site. It seems to be a surreal, yet real platform; it seems to be something away from the normal and yet totally so at the same time. It is like my new found best friend, someone I could share everything with, yet it is only technology, and it is not even really there all the time. It is like the best friend I have been finding for all these times – sorry my other friends.

In the past, when I head out, all these thoughts would feel me. Insecurities. Hopes and fears. What really was going on in my mind. I used to have solo airport trips on weekends where I made myself comfortable, despite the threatening, creepy loneliness that followed. In the past, I thought no one would bother about the thoughts of a person like me, but now, though no one still pretty much does, at least there is now this platform where there is no need for acceptance.

I guess I have rely too much on this friend of mine for a while now. I think it is time for a little break off. I will be back.

Now it really is all tweetsessed when I create a post just to write about the Miley Cyrus hiatus on Twitter. But at least, I don’t go about to shooting a video about it… That is a little too tweetsessed, isn’t it?

(The hiatus may or may not affect blog posting.)

Will Wayne Coyne’s penis triumph Lady Gaga’s breasts?

Fine, I will admit; there is the pop side of me that likes pop things; maybe trashy things; maybe Lady Gaga. I guess I can safely say I can be like a man with many faces, a chameleon. Like what Miike Snow sings, “I change shapes just to hide in this place but I’m still, I’m still an animal.” What sing-and-tap-along addictive lyrics that carries.

Onto Gaga, in the year 2009, she blew and blew out of proportion (no pun intended) into the world of pop, having been struggling in the (underground) music scene for some time prior to that, like most struggling artistes before they made it to the big scene, or for those unfortunate, never gonna really make it all the way. It’s high time we admit – we all are not another Beyonce nor want to really be. We are who we are.

So, like a flock of bees rushing to the nectar of flowers to make honey – just that the bees are cuter, the media and generally, mainstream people, flood towards her like a natural disaster to sing praises for her music, her style, her fashion sense, her image, her daredevil ways, just her everything. Yes, I know she made it big; yes, I know, “Poker Face” can be really catchy in a club and all, but do all these singings of praises mean anything, besides to herself?

Yes, she definitely might have broke some new grounds in the music industry, either artistically or commercially, but to pay such huge tribute to her, I think, it is a huge disrespect to the other heavyweights of the music industry. Don’t they deserve some recognition for all the hard work, creative work that they had put through? The people who had been struggling for years, the other artistes that have dare to diversify their images, styles to broaden music aspects and genres?

What about Prince? Marilyn Manson? Madonna? The Cure? Culture Club? Peaches? Iggy Pop? Sia? Bjork? Beck? Roisin Murphy? Many others unnamed here?

I think it is time to stop all these media overloads. All these media frenzy. All these media overhype.

FYI, Beyonce will be featured on Lady Gaga’s “Telephone” single while the latter will be featured on Mrs. Z’s single “Video Phone”.

On the contrary…

Because here at this spacepage, I love options – options for the people, democracy, freedom! – and I will like to think that I still have the ability to put myself in other’s shoes.

Kindly choose an option as opening:

• If one bothers to watch television these days
• If one bothers to watch local production shows these days
• Local? Sorry I don’t consider myself one
• I only watch local productions, cause it is close to home
• Since my television broke down in May of 1994, I don’t know what’s been going on

Do you know of recent celebrity weddings broadcast as a programme over the TV waves?

• Definitely! I live on such shows
• Legally bound to another person is so uncool and can you imagine having wailing children running all around the place… I am sorry, what was the question again?
• Who?
• Yes, and I am not pleased
• I guessed I shouldn’t but I somehow sat through it

What’s the opinion on such publicity stunt?

• Purely disgusting; they might as well shag in front of the camera crew as well
• So romantic! I want to get marry like that, like a fairytale storybook! (begins making act-cutesy sucking noises)
• For the entertainment gossip value, I enjoyed watching it thoroughly
• Did someone say entertainment gossip value? Can I take a moment to laugh at that? In Singapore?
• I mind my own business, and I don’t give a fuck about such shitjunk

What will one have preferred to see?

• A catfight broke loose, cake throwing, someone kick the bride at the pussy area. What’s TV for?
• What is shown is what I want to see
• I rather surf on down to the Internet for my weekly dosage of pornography
• I swear not to watch television again
• A much publicised divorce

If one is in their shoes, will one do it?

• Hell yeah. I would suck money out of all those corporate suckers that wanna endorse in my goddamn wedding!
• Hell yeah. It is very romantic
• Hell yeah. I will be on every publication page and every stupid people’s minds. As one can see, I am very attention seeking
• No. I am not so stupid
• Maybe. Who knows about mine right?

Then why haven’t?

• Sadly, I am neither rich or famous
• Sadly, I am still finding the love of my life
• and give up my single life? Kidding right? I sleep with a different woman every night! It is not the kinda lifestyle I wanna give up!
• I am gay, and I can only do so in other countries
• I am happily married and I don’t know what I am reading this corrupted blog/post entry

In comparsion, who has a better wedding?

• The recent one
• The one slightly a little anicent. Last year?
• Mine, obviously
• The one in the pornography I recently viewed
• Weddings are for suckers

How do one feel after finishing this post?

• I don’t even know why the hell I read through all these junk
• It’s the end? I still wanna answer more!
• It’s the best post ever. Until your next one. So, can I sex you now?
• It’s just another post. Nothing special
• I desperately wanna get married. I am going out right now to hook up

Now don’t ask me why I even wrote this. Pfffft.

… just got better, because The Killers are here.

And know what, (besides the fact that I vainly check on which day the 24th will fall at), it is a Sunday – a Sunday that is gonna be a little different, I know for sure; a Sunday that will be joyous, and yes, a Monday that I will most probably take leave at. I remember the first time something like this happened, it was during one of the MAAs, also coincidentally, happening on the same day as it is. Now, this musical greatness is happening, and once again – 24.

I wish I can wear the featherly Dolce & Gabbana outfits that The Killers are known to be dressed in, but obviously I am not capable of passing off as Brandon Flowers and does not have half the charm as he has; as well as the fact that I will, no time sooner, be getting any sponsorship from the fashion giant, so I will be dressing down in a little T-shirt and jeans, casual style, so that I can lose myself a little. It will be more fun to sing along than what I unfortunately had to do for Camera Obscura – wear formal. The words terrorize even.

For more information, one knows where to go – where I am guilty of obtaining music greatness news from:

http://blog.mtvasia.com/2009/11/12/the-killers-live-in-singapore/