Therapy?

This is a disclaimer. One of my original intentions of this blog is that this will always and forever be… an emo blog. But sometimes the output can be pitiful. You wait for the right words, right triggers, and the right frame of mind to start writing. And sometimes they never come or come too late. So for this next post, I am a writer first and foremost, and putting away the emo image just this once.

I write best at two things. And they do not make good bedfellows. Emo posts and rants. Now with rants, they come easy. I rant about anything and everyone. Yes this includes you dear reader, but you are in fine company indeed. Total quality. No one is excluded. Anything that peeves me, in a tirade of maybe 30 minutes of frantic typing, one full article is made, and I feel better.

And my point? Seeing as this makes me feel better as well, it is also a form of therapy. Yes, now we’re getting somewhere.

The next post will be famliar to those who read the bulletin boards. I got ticked off by a certain someone who likes to boast in his surveys. Hell, I think he even made up some questions himself… the dead giveaway for it is the bad grammar for BOTH the questions and answers. Or people with bad English just like to question others in bad English.

Then as living proof that like laughter, anger begets anger, I shifted my focus towards the actor who portrayed the struggling artist in the Hennessy commercials. I mean, he’s just an actor doing his job, a neat voiceover and collecting a cool paycheque, but at the time, and even now still… that ad seemed so OFFENSIVE. So much I unleashed another tirade.

Bottom lines. Rants come easy. But they have no place for this blog. But thanks to Azman and especially Jega, I shall immortalise my two rants in this space. I should not be doing this ever again, but irrelevant output is better than no output.

Enjoy. Be careful of the headache later.