Wordgasm is a portmanteau of words and orgasm, "word whoring" to put, an intellectual ejaculation of words and lexicons and sesquipedalians and googlewhacks and such, where cliches are strictly prohibited and stereotypes are burnt at stake. Nihil sub sole novum, the Ecclesiastes say; there is nothing new under the sun. It is only but the words that grant the world a whole new spectrum of perception. And the point is? I have no idea.
Call me Tobey. I'm twentyish, with a gender that involves a vagina. I live in Quezon City. And I go to the University of the Philippines, taking an academic course that requires a large vocabulary and stupendous amounts of imagination. How do you get that? You quaff a gallon of black coffee and gawk at your empty bank account. That would be enough inspiration. More »
 
18.03.09 - 12:53

It's been four years since we've been together. I forgot to greet you happy anniversary last January. I'm sorry. I should've given you an upgrade. A new web template. New graphic design. I should've spiced you up with macromedia flash. But I did get you an unlimited storage upgrade. I changed your fonts from Trebuchet MS to Terminal (old school; we love classic). They weren't gifts, I know. But I could've given you something more, something special, something unique.

What happened to us, Bloggy? We used to be intimate and passionate and suicidal together. We used to drop by other blogs and say hi to our fellow blogging couples. We used to do things together. You used to touch me inappropriately, in my head. You used to give me mental stimulation. I used to dress yo up with pretty colors and graphics and original layouts. But what happened to us?

I once thought of getting rid of you. The truth is, I used to flirt with other blogs--xanga, blogger, livejournal, tabulas, diaryland, et cetera. But you know what, I've been faithful to you no matter. Where has our passion for the arts and photoshop gone to? For web development and creative writing? We're regressing into amateurs. Our relationship isn't at all progressing. We're stuck in this stagnation of creative and intellectual futility. What happened? Our previous host even broke us apart last December, but we made it through. Even if that meant throwing away our graphic art portfolio. You never gave me enough inspiration since then. Are you sick of me? Have you found someone else? Where is our relationship going? Do you still love me? Tell me. Goddamnit, tell me!

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