Eccentricity

Someone told me that bloggers (defined as people with online journals of their daily ups and downs) in this little sunny island write absolute crap. For a point and another, I agree and disagree. This is because, I am a blogger, and I can be more or less be sure that I don’t write crap in my blog, unless it’s to rebut another crapper’s nonsense. On the other hand, hey, some bloggers do enjoy posting incessant trash on their blogs, and this foils the reputation the rest of the blogging community is trying to build. Please, if you’ve got nothing to blog about, don’t put a post about ‘Today, I have nuts to write.”. It’s a real killer.

Speak about my route, and I’ll utter a little more than gibberish to you. I chanced upon some real hysteria while taking part in this writing contest for college students, and I’ve been telling myself to blog about this thing which kept flying in my head the entire day. She looked a bit improper with that unkempt hair and matching ribbon in it to go along with her uniform, as well as, urm, a fetish for uttering one liners to the girl seated next to her, who was clearly intimidated, I’ll say. I wouldn’t trade places with the poor victim for anything in the world, for one thing my examination partner seemed to talk a little too much for her own good. She was basically interrogating the distressed girl (good, now where’s the knight in shiny armour), and would add in an occasional mutter to herself. But never judge a book by its cover (red light flashes ‘cliché!’), because who knows, she might become the next eccentric writer for the Life! section.