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Hello random person stumbling upon this random sentence at the beginning of this random entry in the homepage of this random site that happens to be a random bugger upon those random links you random person happened to have randomly clicked upon.:D
Life is good. That's right!:D Haven't said those three random words arranged in that seemingly (Err. Omigawshness, wossat term again?? omigawssshhh. Yet another spasm of lethologica. (Funny. I can remember the word lethologica and yet I can't remember the word I just lethologicalized.o_0)) purposeful (No, that's not the word I'm looking for, but it'll do.) pattern of english syntax. Otherwise if it were rhetoric, it might have been, Good is life. If it were written in Latin, Life good is, or Good life is, or Is good life, would do. Either way, vita est bona, or vita bona est, whutevar.:D
Today's my mum's birthday!:DD Today is the second time I muttered "I love you" to my mumsy (Wasn't actually "I love you," rather "Love you always," which has a rather less insipid touch to it. If she were my lover I might have poeticized, "The years have passed bygone and yet to thee I still love, forever, and never shall I break thy heart in twaine..." off the top of my head. Right. Least I tried. Bugger.XP); the first time I was compelled to whisper those same words was when I was twelve, during the graduation ball in sixth grade. Aww. I'm such a sweat (and sour) pea.XP (Wonder if my child will treat me this way next time around. (Wonder if Immona get a child to begin with. (Wonder if Immona git married anyway. (Wonder if I'm gonna have a boyfriend in the first place.)))) (Now that's a digression to the fourth power.XP) I don't even really know if I really really really love my mum. If I do I should've at least stayed at home even for just one night. Just one single night during the Christmas holidays. But I didn't. Because. I love my fwends more.:D You bore me from your elastic, malleable and palatable vagina, so effing what. You raised me like a cow, left off to wander upon the verdant fields replete with cheetahs and jaguars. (Alright, shut up now. Don't get meself started. It's a good year. And this entry shall be a freshly unfurled randomized wordification arranged in the paranoia of my flexuous streams of consciousness. Hum.)
I'll write later. My body's sagging beyond the repairs of anti-gravity. I'm back to my depressingly suicidal apartment. Right. With this begrudgingly suicidal desktop with the suicidal internet connection. Happy suicidal day!:D
Hello blog people! I missed errbybody!:DD Thanks for the mails here and at stumbleupon. Really appreciate it.:D
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Two revelations: (I meant the rootword revel, not reveal.o_0)
- Fuck you Jr. At least it's all done and over with. Lumabas din tunay mong kulay. Isa kang... kangkong!:p
- I have six half-siblings! :shocked: I thought there were only two, but SIX! My dad fathering six more kids from six different keridas! Hay caramba! And. Hoooomaykulay. Gwapo daw yung half-brother ko. Wekekekek.XD