No more
I don't feel like blogging anymore.
I just don't see the point now. Maybe it no longer grants me satisfaction. I was thinking of blogging about criticisms on the government's policies regarding anti-smoking and ITE funding and cultural success factors and horny wankers and silly girls who fall prey to horny wankers and things like that.
But I got weary again. Just like how I always get weary blogging about serious stuff. So I don't blog them. All those issues on what I think about life and people and introspection and topics of a graver persuasion such as honsterising in retrospect and personal dissections of paternal behaviour and the possible implications of peeling a grapefruit while simultaneously playing a trombone through your right nostril without breathing through your left one.
So you end up reading the things that are less tiring for me to type. Flamboyant entries that serve more to please than to express. Posting boyband videos, making silly comments about the pictures I took on holiday, meaningless banter... (Even though I must say that the latter two activities did give me much satisfaction. Especially how I corrected the erroneous perceptions of Egypt and hence helped the Pyramids of Giza gain "World Wonder" status by default in the recent polls conducted to redefine the seven wonders of the world.)
There's not much point anymore. And I'm really busy. And all this is getting rather pointless. Which goes on to support the initial view that "there's not much point anymore".
With that, I conclude my participation in all things remotely bloggish in nature.
[EDIT] I have removed all references to topics unrelated to that of my blogging cessation so as not to unnecessarily dilute the message in the entry or to introduce unwelcome distractions from the main issue at hand
I just don't see the point now. Maybe it no longer grants me satisfaction. I was thinking of blogging about criticisms on the government's policies regarding anti-smoking and ITE funding and cultural success factors and horny wankers and silly girls who fall prey to horny wankers and things like that.
But I got weary again. Just like how I always get weary blogging about serious stuff. So I don't blog them. All those issues on what I think about life and people and introspection and topics of a graver persuasion such as honsterising in retrospect and personal dissections of paternal behaviour and the possible implications of peeling a grapefruit while simultaneously playing a trombone through your right nostril without breathing through your left one.
So you end up reading the things that are less tiring for me to type. Flamboyant entries that serve more to please than to express. Posting boyband videos, making silly comments about the pictures I took on holiday, meaningless banter... (Even though I must say that the latter two activities did give me much satisfaction. Especially how I corrected the erroneous perceptions of Egypt and hence helped the Pyramids of Giza gain "World Wonder" status by default in the recent polls conducted to redefine the seven wonders of the world.)
There's not much point anymore. And I'm really busy. And all this is getting rather pointless. Which goes on to support the initial view that "there's not much point anymore".
With that, I conclude my participation in all things remotely bloggish in nature.
[EDIT] I have removed all references to topics unrelated to that of my blogging cessation so as not to unnecessarily dilute the message in the entry or to introduce unwelcome distractions from the main issue at hand