Provoking the Common Nation

Reason is I wanted to stop staring at my own face whenever I load up that page. Moreover, I didn’t really need a tagboard. No frills simplistic designs would do fine for now.

I write the best blogs when I’m either… dead drunk or dead tired. The inhibitions that normally oppose me from saying, like “fuck” or provocative hurting topics, goes to sleep when I am half conscious. Sure, I’m going to lose friends (more like acquaintences) when I pull out all stops on my public writing, get the CIA on my tail and probably anger the entire religious community, but my posts have been all rather boring (now that I took a look on past rantings). It’s really hauntingly boring, so much so that I feel that I should either revamp my way of writing or let this blog go to hell for all that matters.

Which is going to be damn weird. Bet you didn’t know, I have been writing blog posts since the invention of blogs and Web 2.0. Stopping now is akin to telling me to live in an igloo and fish in solid frozen waters for entertainment.

The allure of blogging is simply that, somebody will read what you say. It doubles the pleasure when someone you know reads it. It triples the orgasm when many someone you don’t know read it and still continue reading it day after day. Clear cut, it is attention seeking resolution of the 21st century.

And I adore attention. I dress up because I want people to think I’m fashionable. I put on moisturisers, half a tonne of hair wax and barrels of facial toners because I want people to look at me, one time, two times, again and again. I take part in major social events because I craved an opportunity to be centred stage, point blank.

So if I really still want people to keep dropping by, I really should put in more effort in this whole affair. Manipulative and cold, I know. Since I have something to say, you have something to read and we can exchange some racid perspectives, then what’s so bad about that, hmm? Okay fine, you lose your soul if you keep reading all this crap.

It’s an irony that I am currently hating those asian foreign workers beside me, since I am, after all, every bit like them. But note, I am originally a selfish being, and I do not favour groups of people who ruin my Sundays by taking up the entire power supply, the limited space and stick on for the rest of the day just to complete the package.

Okay, I am being over-angsty. However,considering I trudged through layers of thick snow and walked about a few thousand miles (well, it did seem like this in the cold) to this only Wi-Fi spot in the town, I have reasons to be frustrated. And since when did this place became their territory? One or two is fine. But the exact 4 persons every single weekend? Fine, I am so going to bring my whole platoon next time.

Take 5, I’m thirsty.

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