This is one of my blogging-diarrhoea days, meaning that I supposedly have this wealth of ‘knowledge’ to share. I’ve learnt not to be happy or sad in my blog, so half the content is gone. I’ve again learnt that long posts suck, they mean nothing and no one cares about them– but then again, what’s my intention of setting up a blog– for others to read or just to keep a sorta logbook for myself?
Well, I say, both. Those who forcefully maintain that only the latter is true is a Goddamn Liar, unless you secure your blog with a password that’s changed every single day to keep it out from intruders. Just like writers– most are not Liars. Just like cooks, when asked about ‘what would be your last meal’, would scream ‘Fried Chicken!’, ‘Donuts!’, ‘Hmm, strawwwwberry iceee-creaaam!’– anything coming up with fancy spelling would be considered among the ‘Gastronaut World’ to be a Goddamn Liar.
I have a strong dislike for the Goddamn Liars in this world. (Perhaps because I was one before, perhaps I’m even one right now! But who says I can’t hate myself)
I just have this itching vexation for pretentious folks– like how you peel at a scab. Its irritating, yet you must exercise moderation– else it bleeds!
Does not make sense.
Shit, I digressed like..
I realized that I can never stick to an actual topic– and its not even the ‘A—-B—-C—-D’ sorta link. Mine goes ‘R—-V—C—-H—-K’ and yada yada.
Perhaps I would update again later in the day.. its vexing, my mind’s so talkative today, can’t even shut it with ice-cream–
not that it ever shutted with ice-cream before.