Tuesday, August 23, 2011

the death of...

It's been some time hasn't it. After all these years, this blog has finally become a place for self-reflection, where with the invention of facebook and twitter, no one will bother to come and take a look. And my my, isn't that(in case I(who might come back and read this in the future) think I was referring to no one coming to take a look, I actually mean twitter and facebook) where proper English language meets its demise. Not that it's going to be much better in blogs, but without the (honestly not very useful) 140 character limit at least I type my thoughts out in coherent sentences, without having to resort to txtspk and such to squeeze my thoughts within the limit. Which helps in self expression. I think.

While on the topic of demise, another thing that is facing demise is my wallet, or more specifically, the amount of money in it. In the short span of one year, I managed to rack up debts of almost $2000, which might not seem like a whole lot of money, until you owe it to someone, in which case $2000 seems like an infinite amount of money. $746 to Ronald for the speeding fine in the godforsaken place that is Australia, and $1200(or is it $1400?) to Johnson for that Macau trip. I need to do month worth of jobs to clear that debt and get my net asset(?) back to ZERO.

School has been rather dull, as always has been. Nothing new on that front, other than the fact that it has perhaps become duller, and also harder. I always say fuck school, but am too much of a coward to go any further than that. At the end of the day, my attendance for lectures and tutorials will be nothing short of exemplary, whereas my grades will end up nothing more than mediocre.

While I have finally found some time to get back to writing this shit, I feel like it's still quite short on flair and inspiration. This is what reading old peoples theories about the social world does to a person I think. Not that I read much, but the old, confusing sentences that uses 28 pages to illustrate one point/concept will be the death of me.

justin.