100th post is a charm!
This is my 100th post. If I kept up with my blog writing since early May, I could score my 100th post since about a month ago. But since I've been busy with other things, blogging has become my 17th priority, next to feeding my piranha farm.
So what has been going on in my life for the last few days?
Nothing much, really. You see, my social life is not as fancy as other people. I figure that there's a strong correlation between a person's height and his social status. For now, I am located roughly in the bottom end of the social-food chain. The queen of Indo-Melbournian is at the top, and I am cleaning the latrines at the bottom.
Even though I'm involved in a considerable number of social and cultural clubs, I never consider myself to have a vibrant social life. For example, I do not party. Party does not come to my apartment, nor do I go to parties either. I do not enjoy sitting around drinking coffee and talking about other people's (private and personal) business in some overrated cafe in the inner city. Nor do I enjoy eating out at the most expensive restaurants in some inner city suburb that nobody else has ever heard of. I don't get drunk. I like to drink, but I drink for the sake of drinking. I like drinking draughts. Everything else is just piss to me. I drink to feel zen, not to start a riot. Drinking calms me down. There.
Why am I making this grand, overwhelmingly pretentious sounding statement? Even though I may have said that I'm against grand statements, I figure with my 100th post I can tell everyone that I'm an anti-social bastard. That is true. Most of the time I view other people as highly developed animal; Feral and obedient to their animal herd instinct. Like a flock of sheep.
Explanation: I do not enjoy having lunch with other people. Eating lunch is a holy thing for me, it's almost like a ritual, and yet people think that I'm this strange, hermit dwarf that is frequently seen around the Union House. I see other people doing their own business, talking about other people, having 30 minute long discussion on the latest discounts.. another 20 minute long discussion on their supposed-friends.. and another 20 minutes on their appearances.
So why does an antisocial hermit like me doing in PPIA? And considering that I hold important positions in a couple of other organisations.. Why would an antisocial hermit do such things? It doesn't make any sense.
Hmm.
So anyway, I went to watch the Simpsons movie the other day, yada yada yada, etc etc. Yawn.
..If you want to read what other people did on their weekends, chat up a friend on MSN or read a Friendster blog. But not here, sorry.
So what has been going on in my life for the last few days?
Nothing much, really. You see, my social life is not as fancy as other people. I figure that there's a strong correlation between a person's height and his social status. For now, I am located roughly in the bottom end of the social-food chain. The queen of Indo-Melbournian is at the top, and I am cleaning the latrines at the bottom.
Even though I'm involved in a considerable number of social and cultural clubs, I never consider myself to have a vibrant social life. For example, I do not party. Party does not come to my apartment, nor do I go to parties either. I do not enjoy sitting around drinking coffee and talking about other people's (private and personal) business in some overrated cafe in the inner city. Nor do I enjoy eating out at the most expensive restaurants in some inner city suburb that nobody else has ever heard of. I don't get drunk. I like to drink, but I drink for the sake of drinking. I like drinking draughts. Everything else is just piss to me. I drink to feel zen, not to start a riot. Drinking calms me down. There.
Why am I making this grand, overwhelmingly pretentious sounding statement? Even though I may have said that I'm against grand statements, I figure with my 100th post I can tell everyone that I'm an anti-social bastard. That is true. Most of the time I view other people as highly developed animal; Feral and obedient to their animal herd instinct. Like a flock of sheep.
Explanation: I do not enjoy having lunch with other people. Eating lunch is a holy thing for me, it's almost like a ritual, and yet people think that I'm this strange, hermit dwarf that is frequently seen around the Union House. I see other people doing their own business, talking about other people, having 30 minute long discussion on the latest discounts.. another 20 minute long discussion on their supposed-friends.. and another 20 minutes on their appearances.
So why does an antisocial hermit like me doing in PPIA? And considering that I hold important positions in a couple of other organisations.. Why would an antisocial hermit do such things? It doesn't make any sense.
Hmm.
So anyway, I went to watch the Simpsons movie the other day, yada yada yada, etc etc. Yawn.
..If you want to read what other people did on their weekends, chat up a friend on MSN or read a Friendster blog. But not here, sorry.
3 comments:
dude! the 100th is maybe the charm but! also isn't make you more loser because its means that you are more spending more times with bitching up yourself about the world LOL
anyway, dude get more social life, you sound really like having a bitter life
i respect your opinion.
well, not really..but thanks anyway.
i don't bitch about my life that often, seeing that this is my 100th blog post, its time to write about something else other than my random rant about pseudo-philosophy or stuff concerning family guy.
and fyi, my social life is awesome. i get to hang out with luke skywalker and han solo everyday..
again, just kidding. I do have a social life, so please READ THE REST OF THE FUCKING BLOG ENTRY.
Well, not really a social life, per se, but I'm involved in ..things.
Unlike you!
Bah, who am I to say. This is turning out to be the longest reply to any message ever. In this blog that is. It's starting to look like a blog entry.
Anyway, have a good one.
And fuck you!
Again, just kidding. I have tourette's syndrome.
Expletives, expletives..
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