Purpose!
I haven’t given a purpose for this tumblelog now, have I? What use is anything in life if it doesn’t serve a purpose!
‘Purpose’ might sound too big a word to describe a set of silly reasons why I have an account here or why I even bother to type this. It’s this new-thing-I-own-so-I-want-to-flaunt-it syndrome. A lot like that new colorful pencil (eraser attached) that you took to school one fine day, only to have that cheeky boy next bench chew the eraser off. I won’t let anyone chew this tumblelog off (again, small mercies), but hey, I feel like that kid with the new pencil.
And, rest assured, I’m using this pencil till it breaks. Tough luck.
So what can you expect to find here? Well, the usual things you would find on my blog. Things for which I dont expect a response from you all. Like calling you names and getting away with it. *evil laughter follows*
This is my lazy-times blog. Where I type what comes to my mind and hit ‘Create post’ - mostly because these is no facility to save drafts. So it would be more ramble-er than my blog, more crankier, more sarcastic and definitely more insane. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.
If, by some freak of nature, you wandered here all by yourself from god-knows-where (and not from my blog) then please feel free to run around my blog (http://pathipat.blogspot.com) - where the dominant personality writes. I’m jus’ the second one, the silent-but-not-so-silent one, the one who plotted the murder but didnt actually commit it, the one who eats cereal with sugarbombs and yes, the one who is a bit more lazy than usual Homo sapiens.
4 years ago • Notes