Blogs from me are no longer a dime a dozen. Somehow I feel like any thought that comes to my mind is no longer bloggable unless deep enough. There's a trend there. See, about a year ago my posts were created on a near daily basis with points only a heartbroken weak-chinned chinky-eyed Iron-Chef-addicted bum can think of. It’s a year later and I'm blogging what I think commands more solitary reasoning on a monthly basis.
Quality replaces quantity in a year. I guess I really am meeting my job description.
As I typed that, "Me So Horny" by 2 Live Crew was playing on my Media Player. Go figure.
Jeez, that's one thing that hasn't changed over the year. Good Lord, I'm still a freaking maniac. Yeah, I said it. If I haven't said it in any of my blogs in the past recognition is the first step to recovery. Of course, I'm assuming that blog was a long long time ago. Chalk one for stubborn sinful nature.
That just gave me an idea. Countless people have advised me to vent out my frustrations and problems in form of writing - to laugh at them afterwards. Then I thought, Why don't we do something like a rewind on this cold Sunday night, talking to the Joseph Brent Songgadan Lardizabal of the past, as early as August of 2003?
Let me just present it to you guys in chronological order. It amazes me, it does.
August 2003
This is gonna be a fun thing to do, considering i got a big load on my mind that's been begging to burst since grade school. Curses, Questions, Thoughts... Whee!
September 2003
Why ARE all the good girls taken every time? Everytime i see a pretty lady with a fucking jackass who doesn't know shit holding hands, i cannot help but feel incompetent.
I still cannot get my thoughts straight, because i have not been relaxing for quite a long time-a preview of what mature life has for me(somewhere, in the back of my quisling mind, i regret i typed that). for now, i say fuck mature life, though.
(the good old days, indeed.)
where am i now?
IN FRONT OF MY STUPID COMPUTER TRYING TO GET SOME PRESSURE OFF MY DAMN CHEST BECAUSE I'M BROKE AND I WANT TO DRINK AND MY SUPERIOR FRIENDS DON'T NEED A FUCKING KID TO SET THEM BACK IN THEIR PLANS OF GETTING LAID.
(tangina!)
Lordy, I'm laughing already.
October 2003
If you had the chance to beat up somebody you really hate.... the only catch is that nobody else is allowed to know about it... would you take that chance?
Maybe they can all grow up and just sit back and watch... instead of screaming droll little slogans like SPOILED LITTLE BRATS who need more candy in their little cute pink bowls.('they' meaning activists)
Break out the drinks, it's me. The fucker who fucked (finally).
Dammit, I'm really laughing now.
November 2003
Collective Behaviour, that specifically described as a "Barkada", will usually create an encouraging sense of eccentricity among its members.(this must be the first sensible idea I posted)
and to end this year, it's
December 2003
They should instruct the police to do some selective beatings now and then.
Oh, if you haven't already, I invite you to check out my pics in friendster. Never have I posted any pictures in such esteem. Thanks for still reading my blogs. We'll continue this tomorrow if possible. God Bless.