A Blog With A Title

The life of a regular guy, going through irregular changes, looking for simple pleasures in life. Funny how seldom you can put simple and pleasure together. Everyone needs to believe in a GOD and I believe I can fill your believe. To you, I shall be GOD.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

What about it...?

It's been a long time since I last wrote and this is mainly due to the reason that more and more things seem insignificant to me. Events, parties and all that... nothing seem to excite me the way they did before. I missed sharing. But I could hardly find what I wish to share anymore. Through this blog, I know that I will be fucked if I talked about love and relationships, I will be fucked if I talked about politics and my views on the government, I will be fucked if I whined about friends, I will be fucked if I shared my stories of success (just refer to the post before the previous one) and that does not leave me much to talk about. There is also the case where someone checked on my blog, read it and attacked me with it, but this story is too sensitive to post up. With no internet connection at home now, I now have to bring my laptop home, type and save and then only copy, paste and publish.

Enough about the whinings before I get fucked again.
Oh, before I stop, I just wonder why those who stab me does not just let me know who they are, not like I am going to rape their daughters or kill their family, snatch their girlfriend/boyfriend and poison their pets. I just wish to know who feels what about me. That's it.
Furthermore... I am actually quite likeable.

I remember that I shared my life on a daily basis, from my job interviews, to my celebrations of events, down to the day to day happenings that happened to me. They seemed much more blog-worthy before. Not so much anymore. Many things seem funnier before, things that it took to lighten up my day or just brighten up my mood were things of minimal significance to many. I was happier. Not many things brought me down.... but even if they did, a beer with a mate will drown it out. I seem more reluctant to go out now, rather being on my bed, showered and with a book in hand. Well... maybe I am growing up, maybe I am growing old. Who knows.