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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 »
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13.04.08 - 11:08
Resolutions for 2008. I knooooooooow New Year's way past begone and over with but it ain't too late to, err, you know, celebrate another New Year's Eve. Make that New Year's Eves, a week of New Year's Eve. Dami kasing nagpapaputok dito sa bahay. Hikhikhik.XD Now that I'm earning moolah on my own (good bye allowances!:s) I have come to the conclusion that: I can spend my money on whatever I want!:p But then again back when my mumsy used to give me allowance I can spend it on anything I want.XP The only difference is prolly the GUILT mehn, the guilt. Least I can spend money from my own armpit's perspiration. Hence, I wish to buy all the technological gizmos I've been gloating and drooling over for the past two years of my allowance-bound existence:
Apparently those are the only stuff I figured I can spend my money on this year; my salary less my personal expenses actually leaves me with nothing but budget for alcohol and cigarettes. To quit alcohol and cigarettes is to save money from my addictions and convert this money into productive and lucrative hobbies, viz., digital photography, graphic arts, website design. I still dream, you know. For now I'll just release a heavy sigh of hopeless misery for my forlorn penny-pinching financial situation. I am a ball of potential energy and I shall seize and lord over the universe one day! Arrrr!XP
Butiki and I played chess yesterday. He is one mental motherfucker I swear to god. He'd bash and trash talk with my every move like some psychotic dragonborn warlord, I just wanted to rip him off, tear his flesh, and err, make a human stew out of him and feed him to his slackwitted family.XP He is so good in chess I am rendered mentally incompetent. I just felt like a worm, shriveling and cowering into a tiny little coil on a petri dish like some rejected laboratory experiment. My pride is unfaltering and I shall redeem myself by swearing vengeance! Insert splutters of saliva spraying out of my mouth. I shall prove myself the undefeated, unparallelable, the most invincible and petrifyingly notorious Chess Grandmaster in all middle-earth history!XP I really felt like a worm back there.XP Prolly because I've never felt like a worm before. According to the irrevocable laws of the universe, they (them men) are the worm and I am the raven, or falcon. Defying this very basic law is, in its simplest explanation, a mirakol.XD I think I just met my match. Like, the match I can light my cigarette with.XP
I love you Tiki. I can't help myself thinking or uttering those words every minute of every day. It's like some explosive barf rippling up my throat that'd turn me sour, sickly, and enervated if I don't blurt it out. Goodlordy what a sap.XD I am cold, aloof, snobbish, impenetrable, independent, et cetera, et cetera, but I love you Tiki. I swear to God, I am witlessly in love with you. I'm afraid I'm beginning to get annoyingly CLINGY. I can't fucking help it! Graaaaarrrrrr. What's happening to me!X0 From now on, I shall never speak of him again. Word did you say? | |