Creativity is a bit scarce lately.

but i feel i should write something for the sake of my large number of faithful followers. i know how much my posts mean to all of you, and what an inspiration they are to your daily lives. i know that my wit, humour and literary skills are the only things that give you reason to get up in the morning, to make the long perilous walk from your bed to your laptop. and i know that my writings are the only solace, only form of escape, that you can find from the cold bitter fingers of this cruel harsh world.
its not easy for me to create these masterpieces of literature. but i mustn't be selfish, for the integrity of so many lives depend on them. i know that the gravity of my words amazes and awes to such a great extent that it renders each and every viewer speechless. so much that none can find the courage to comment, for fear of spoiling the pristine beauty of my writing.
your thoughtful intentions will not pass unnoticed.

i know this is a pathetic excuse for a piece of writing, but these are desperate times, for the whimsical novelist Amy Fan has disappeared into the land of dreams, the unsung poet Simon Zhu has retreated into the privacy of his own thoughts, and the master narrator Jeannie Kang has been swept away by the windy city. im afraid this is all i can offer you for now, my dear beloved followers. but do not despair, do not weep.
instead, rejoice, my riveted readers, for creativity shall once again flow through the myriad corridors of my mind.
in due time there will be more pieces of brilliance for you to enjoy, to chase away the monotony of your holidays, to dispel the boredom that threatens to suffocate you.