I wouldn't say that my life was particularly terrible....
Although honestly, I do say it all the time. I do tend to put a lot of people off with my gripes, as I find it hard to determine the fine line between 'hardship' and 'plain old pessimism'.
Anyways, the truth is that I don't like a lot of things about life. What's even worse, is that I fancy myself something of a fantastical writer of sorts. I suppose this blog might eventually be a testament to that, because at some stage I do wish to be an established blogger at some stage in my life. I want to be the username that is being uttered on the streets. The page that is bookmarked by strangers. The page that has an audience that will read and proclaim 'why that's exactly what I thought the other day.'
The yuppies networking.
The panic.
What I really dispise most about Dubai, and especially about my house, is the ridiculous air-condition that one has to subject to. It may be 37 degrees outside, but inside i'm wrapped infront of the computer with my doona and a poncho. There is a war going on in our family...no one can maintain the temperature they want for more than half an hour...it's freezing right now. When I got back here from Melbourne (read...no air-conditioning in my scummy, yet highly missed sharehouse), I was insanely sick with a burning fever and complete air-conditioning delirium. I don't think i've breathed in a real cold breeze for a while.
I've been reading a lot of Clem Bastow blog entries on The Age website. There was a lot of backlash within my social circles against her, I think the exact term used for her by a close friend of mine was 'that fucking bitch knows shit about crap'. I must admit, her entries are mildly amusing, but they're not rocket science. Her reviews on the streetpress could do with a new angle, besides using the "LOLZZ make fun of xxEmOxx web culturezzz!" template over and over again.
Anyways, the truth is that I don't like a lot of things about life. What's even worse, is that I fancy myself something of a fantastical writer of sorts. I suppose this blog might eventually be a testament to that, because at some stage I do wish to be an established blogger at some stage in my life. I want to be the username that is being uttered on the streets. The page that is bookmarked by strangers. The page that has an audience that will read and proclaim 'why that's exactly what I thought the other day.'
The yuppies networking.
The panic.
What I really dispise most about Dubai, and especially about my house, is the ridiculous air-condition that one has to subject to. It may be 37 degrees outside, but inside i'm wrapped infront of the computer with my doona and a poncho. There is a war going on in our family...no one can maintain the temperature they want for more than half an hour...it's freezing right now. When I got back here from Melbourne (read...no air-conditioning in my scummy, yet highly missed sharehouse), I was insanely sick with a burning fever and complete air-conditioning delirium. I don't think i've breathed in a real cold breeze for a while.
I've been reading a lot of Clem Bastow blog entries on The Age website. There was a lot of backlash within my social circles against her, I think the exact term used for her by a close friend of mine was 'that fucking bitch knows shit about crap'. I must admit, her entries are mildly amusing, but they're not rocket science. Her reviews on the streetpress could do with a new angle, besides using the "LOLZZ make fun of xxEmOxx web culturezzz!" template over and over again.
The problem with blogging is that suddenly now everyone wants to be good at something. You can get a whole variety of stupid job titles from blogs...you can tell most of them are made up, and you get this overall impression that there is some desperation these people have to pawn off their social misgivings and thoughts, to have them validated by the public. In short, most people that blog are more than likely to be nothing more than awkward, misplaced humans that need to justifiy themselves.
You really can't give stupidity a webpage anymore.
Although it is very entertaining.
You really can't give stupidity a webpage anymore.
Although it is very entertaining.
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