Hello, everyone. It feels a tad peculiar to be back, but nevertheless, good.
Slump's gone, sun is shining, and I'm back to my jolly, overweight self.
Yup, everything is coming full circle, and getting back to normal. :)
The Necromancer
Lower than dirt
Ooh, the audacity.
Check out this entry about a particular JC Candare: bottom feeder extraordinaire.
http://www.newmedia.com.ph/serial-up-cat-killer-enraging-filipino-online-community/
His blog. T'was up and running a few days ago. Must've turned tail and ran.
http://myperfectsymmetry.multiply.com/journal/item/24/untitled
The lame ass scum defender
http://akosibentumbling.multiply.com/
Oh,and a little something from the good guys.
http://www.davidvgonzales.com/tag/serial-cat-killer/
I'm no PETA or WWF devotee, but something this horrible is worth a good fatal beating. Hell, and I'm not talking about your typical puny, blow-off steam, friendly tomorrow, after school fistfight.
I won't bother tossing around my thoughts any further since a huge chunk of the Philippine online community already wants his head on a spike. I guess the poor sap would mind reconsidering his actions, or at least have the common sense to keep his twisted hobby to himself.
A much needed thwack on the back
Yes indeed, hooray for the fact that my sad, lame excuse for a blog has reached 1,000 hits after 68 years.
Fear not, dear patrons as I will take stride in coming up with even more lousy entries, tasteless raves, nonsensical posts, and dim-witted randomness, thus raising the bar of bland loutishness that is myself. Quite charming indeed. Like a pack of cigarettes.
Cheerio, all.
Just why Gaiman is made of awesome
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
-Neil Gaiman
Buh Buh Buh BAAAAAAAYUD!!!
Can't quite remember where I got this. Just found it in one of my folders, in notepad format.
Once upon a time, there were four people;
Their names were Everybody, Somebody, Nobody and Anybody.
Whenever there was an important job to be done, Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
When Nobody did it, Everybody got angry because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought that Somebody would do it, but Nobody realized that Nobody would do it. So consequently Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done in the first place.
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