Facts, figures and some updates on the rant
Recently, I’ve noticed I put as much effort into being joyful over peculiar things as into great discoveries, that I just ran out of LOLs and my energy’s been squeezed off to the max. I’ve also noticed my blog doesn’t reflect me anymore. Have stuffed so much junk in, it has become obnoxious.
Need to refresh, but for now feels I have no clue as about where to start or where I’m heading to. People that read it yell me feedback: “Change template. Change style. Change something.” Well, folks, if I don’t change me first, why then redecorate my home?!
Some more, I’ve noticed SEX STILL SALES. Or buys you mates. Massively, ’round the globe. No breakthrough news, and marketers will blame me for redundancy (check!). But hey, am I the only one who sees things done dirt cheap in mashes and POSMs and billboards all around? I find it awkward that men are only driven by translucid flesh & tiny waistlines. We’ve landed on the Moon, created robots and nano-tech is going sky-rocket. So, where’s the fun in stalking teenage girls in bars? Are 40-over women doomed? Are 50 year olds bound to die in pain while attempting suicide? Are decent men extinct?
Furthermore, I see myself digging the gap between the world outside and the teen generation, whose sole aim is to gather like sheep and drink and talk nonesense, then go home, sing in and chat their brains out, rollback to partying hard, and chat some more and hit on guys/girls over IM, and have VoIP sex (‘cuz cybersex is so out of date). Geez, I must be getting old if my perception shrinked as much as wanting to have a pain-free long-term relationship! (LOL)