Why do our conversations always end up depressing every time we go home from Aunty Ros' house?
Oh right, cos we pass by the NUH.
It's rather depressing. I mean, it doesn't affect me at all, but still don't really enjoy hearing it. It's like reading up on WWII; it doesn't affect you on a personal level, but it still is depressing nonetheless. The fact I wasted money; the fact I made people cry. What is my purpose for existence? So far I've just been sapping off money like a leech, with no real purpose to fulfil.
Okay enough with the depressing stuff already. Some random videos on Facebook was enough to snap me out of it.
A colleague suggested I tackle a certain issue: Has the standards of English degraded in this modern age?
Short answer: Yes, it has degraded.Long answer: Yes. The flexibility of information in this digital age allows us to take liberties with data that is readily accessible. In the past, it took time and money (for materials and service costs) to send information to another, but with the Internet, the aforementioned obstacles become the least of concerns. As a result, people either demand that we keep things as simple as possible for the common, layman reader to understand (and edit it later on if necessary), or mutilate it relentlessly, thus causing a degradation of the language.
I don't even know if I understand the weight of what I just wrote.
Yes, I updated cos my colleagues thought my blog somewhat amusing. So, this post was partially inspired (read: forced) by my colleagues at work. So guys, this one's for you all. :)
Bleagh. OH YES THE GAMEEEEE. Yeah I just lost at the thought of you guys reading.
