Sin

Mankind is embarking on a massive suicide campaign on a global scale.
But things are not as they seem.

Today, there're thousands of videos online talking about the shortcomings of the human race. Some point fingers but offer no solutions, some waddle in their pool of self-pity, while others find excuses. They say things like, "Fuck Wall Street!" or "Prostitution is bad" or even the more recent KONY2012.

They blame circumstances, a lack of choice, and even the government. They're wrong. Men are killing themselves. Was it not the want of fame that people is willing to put a bullet through his dearest? Was it not the lust of flesh that people turn to the street that glows red? And was it not the want of wealth that people become pimps to the enslaved? The noose around Mankind's neck is tightening.

We are a dying people.

The Rugged Bus

Well The Secret World and Diablo 3 launched its open beta and official game respectively last week, hence the lack of a post. Now I know this is usually the spot to issue some sort of an apology but I shan't this time, cause well.. I'm really not ashamed of forsaking my blog to fight the forces of hell.

I like taking the bus. It is by far my favourite everyday transportation mode.

And before you begin to point out its flaws, yes I'm well aware of how slow it can be, or how jittery it gets traversing bumpy roads, but as a person who likes to take things easy, traveling on the bus gives me the time I need to do so.
If I were to take a train, I'd reach my destination in no time, but where's the fun in that? On one side you'll see a boring concrete building every 3 minutes (aka train station) and on the other? Half the time, nothingness, as you zoom into the endless black hole that is the tunnel.

That's not all, being on the train was kinda unpleasant for me. I never liked the idea of a bunch of strangers sitting together in a row. I mean, what if I were sitting in the middle, flanked by a very large lady and an old fogey reading the newspapers? I'm like what the fuck, dont flip that shit in my face. And yes I was also referring to the slab of fat on that lady.

So I ended up standing with an extremely bad posture at the side of the train, like the slimy invertebrate that I am.

On the bus? Nuh-uh. Two seaters suits me better for two reasons. One, if someone unpleasant sits next to me, I can actually lean on the other side. Two, when it gets too crowded and a chick boards the bus with only the seat next to me available, she'll have no choice.

But in all seriousness, I really do feel the kind of soothing atmosphere on a bus that you'll never find on the train. It's like everyone's rushing to get somewhere. I want to move at my own slow pace, thank you very much.

Ok TV bye

Teether

I like staring at the blank space here, hoping that some idea will form in my exhausted mind right now. So while waiting for that to happen, lets blabber about random things shall we? Good.

So recently I've come to realise that I've been doing quite a few posts about my own opinions and almost none on fiction. What's my point? I really don't know, just pointing out something interesting. I used to think that writing would be easy; that ideas would flow naturally; and well, like scumbag nature, there's also a period of time where us writers will experience something akin to an idea drought. Suddenly having a commitment to blog once a week seems really crappy, when I'm just slumped on my chair with absolutely no clue about the direction I want this post to go.

But hey, I think passion triumphs over all, in everything that you do. Ever remember hearing people tell you that they want to pursue business studies to make a ton of money, but end up hating their careers and eventually themselves? Well me neither, I just made that up.

Now I'm tired, good night!

Ps: I really really did not intend that last paragraph to be a cliffhanger but oh well. U MAD BRO?