Wordgasm is a portmanteau of "words" and "orgasm", an outburst of words with the same euphoric effect of squirting your DNA. Nihil sub sole novum, the Ecclesiastes say; there is nothing new under the sun. It is only but words that grant the world a whole new spectrum of perception. And the point is? I have no idea.
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Saturday, 11 November 2006

I swear I am soooooo stagnant, like water nursing little squirmy wriggling dengue spermatozoons.XP

Why the hell when I am here in this blog I am seized by obmutescence?? Wala akong masulat, grabedad.X0 I punch and punch and punch the keys and all that comes up are mere words without really relaying any sense of well, commotion about my life since it's just filled with a bit something else in the filigree of a sense, that of humor, which isn't humorous enough to begin with. And then when I'm out there blogging in some anonymous website I'm all flooding the pages with this and that crapola which means something at least to me anyway which all the more doesn't mean anything to other people anyway, as I just really am innately verbose, words oozing in dialectical schizophrenic desultory going nowhere but the final trailing dot at the end of the sentence otherwise punctuated in a silencing tittle.

I'm in love with Taking Back Sunday. <3 Because the band flushes a deluge of images of the vocalist demigod of Priority One, Markkkk! _ Ow! (Do I just HATE it when I sound like a GIRL.X0 I am not a girl damn it! (I am transgendered!XP)) GAH. Bored bored bored. This oscitancy has just materialized into a whateverness of an entry, this entry--as all entries have been anyway. (Just what did I just say??o_0 I write something and reread it and don't get what I just wrote at the same time forgetting how or why texts unfurled from the consciousness of me unconsciously locquacious brain.o_0 Seriously, huwhaaaaaaaaaat??)

I adore my new minimalistically superbly cutie pinky layout.XD

Poooooooootangina. Really now, I don't think my mind is growing according to the previous growth rate I had about four years ago which had simultaneously accelerated with my social, physical, spiritual, and neurological maturation. Now everything is so BLAH I don't even think I have matured at all. But, what, wait. I have grown... negatively! I have become a neurotically pessimistic introverted atheist with the spinal chord of a kyphotic scoliotic hunchbacked orangutan.

I've been smoking for seven years and it just hit me last night that I've been smoking for seven years.XP Which is bad for my heart and my lungs--never you mind the heart as I don't have a heart anyway.XP

Speaking of hearts, I was in my Yoga class this morning at the third floor of Vanguard Hall, right there in the Judo room which could house about fifty students. We're only 30 in class, but there were 46 others crammed in there just to get a prerog (what the fuck does prerog stand for again?? Something that err, needs the signature of the professor to let the student join the class or something like that.) anyweeee, we talked about HEARTS since one of the students literally has a hole in the heart which is all the more dramatic when she could've just entered the room with her hands clenching the chest of her shirt crying, "I have a hole in my heart! Who art thou that might filt it?" But she didn't. She just retardedly sat there and said, biologically speaking, that she has a hole in her heart, which means that she's not allowed to take Yoga lessons unless she's up to rigorously athletically tone her body and pump her heart for the little bloody organ to heal. And I don't have a point, of course, when did I?XP

MAAAAAAAAAARRRKKK, kanta ko to sayo: Taking Back Sunday's Liar, not that you're a liar, mind, we haven't even talked to each other except for the ineffably memorable inuman time when you borrowed my lighter and flashed that irresistibly jawdropping gorgeously arrestingly mesmerizing smile of yours across mine I swear I was ENTRANCED sending a million jittering high-voltage electrical ignitions up the erotic part of my amygdala and cerebral frontal lobe.XP But the song simply reminds me of the way you sing and the way you swing your body in accordance with the papikit-pikit ng mata otherwise inundating a torrent of mental images of you on top of meeeeeeeeeee. Ayayayay. It is not bad to fantasize, is it?o_0 Liar, my aphrodisiac, how suweeeeeeeet.XD

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