Rant

Triple rant

Look, if you’re gonna post up “deep and meaningful” shit on facebook at least do it properly and not use “u” or “ur” or anything else. Then you have two types of people commenting.

1) The type that just agrees with you

2) The type that tries to sound deep and meaningful by taking a spin on what you just said

There’s also the type that try and generate lulz but that happens everywhere.

But honestly, I’m so sick of seeing these dnm style facebook status updates from people. Fuck.

Facebook is such a letdown at times.

You meet someone that you thought looked really nice, you go on facebook to “stalk” them, and realise that they look quite “meh”. Then there’s the antithesis which is you see their profile pics which looks quite good and end up meeting them in real life to realise that they’re quite “meh”.

It’s hard finding someone that looks good on and off facebook. I find it hilarious how facebook has taken over everybody’s lives and is more or less essential to surviving socially.

My final rant is on introductions.

Today I was with a friend and met this guy that I knew. I would have introduced them BUT…I had forgotten the guy’s name. That is more or less the only time when the lack of introduction is acceptable. Every other time it’s just rude. I hate it when I’m in a situation where I have to just stand there twiddling my thumb waiting to be introduced. Pisses me off so much. It gets worse, when the two people are talking and every now and then the other person glances at you.

Fail.

I guess that’s it.

Fine

Freaked Out Insecure Neurotic and Emotional

It’s so fucking easy being a douchebag.

How easy?

Very easy.

Being in that building brings back memories. Sigh. Just thinking about it makes me angry.

I don’t remember much from that night. The latter…not the former. Former night is a different story, a different lifetime ago. Gosh that sounds emo.

I don’t remember a lot of things.

Apparently I took a lot of photos. I did.

I took around 330 photos. I only remember taking 100 of them, I know cause I remember thinking “wow, I’ve taken 100 photos already”.

The rest…was just a blur. Most of the photos came out blurry. Either that or one of the girls had their eyes closed or what not. The type of shit photos that girls tend to complain about. I guess it’s good that I snapped 3-4 shots of the same scene to prevent this shit from happening.

Sure sure, we’re at a party, who wants their photos taken right? I mean, it’s not like anybody was drinking heavily and nobody was doing anything inappropriate.

Why do I get the feeling that this blog will bite me in the ass like it did 5 years ago?

Right now I don’t really care. I’ll be a douche.

So in the end I had around 74 decentish photos out of the 330. Having said that, most of them were still quite meh.

Whatever, I’ll just stop shoving my camera into people’s faces I guess.

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I’ve thought about it hence it’s not going to happen…

You’ve got to be astronomically…

No more

Was driving home last night. This car was on a left only lane and I was on the lane right beside him most likely in his blind spot. (btw, when I say him…I mean him or her…) anyway, he wasn’t signalling and I thought “I hope he’s not an idiot…” And guess what? The fucker was an idiot. All of a sudden his lane ends and he’s about to crash into me. If I wasn’t paying attention it would been a 3 car pile up since the car behind me wasn’t too far before me. This was one of those few instances where I’ve used the horn. Horn count = 2. I never use the horn unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Sigh.

Was at the powerhouse museum yesterday and this kid had his leg caught in one of the swings and is more or less yelling in pain. What do you do? I was like 1m away, who the fuck knows where the parent was. In the end I decided to just leave that shit alone and mind my own business. Seriously, this is what the fucking world has come to, where you’re scared to help in case you get blamed for the situation and land in court for being a child molester. I was also snapping pictures of my brother and was somewhat waiting for some pompous parent to walk up to tell me off for taking pictures of little kids.

Sigh.

In a way we all have ownership issues.

Whatever.