Need I say more to explain what a helluva reason I have that made me feel like doing this page? (like as if I’m wanuva impeccable blogger that finds terrific bang out in writing and all) I mean, who in world would dare to create a personal-blog site if he’s not even good at blogging? (I mean it. I’m not good at blogging. Geddit?) So that made me much obliged to explain things to you. ( You. That killed me. As if someone’s reading. Haha. The fool in me.)
First reason is my shortcomings. (Gawd. Am I even right at using the term? Words and Grammar. They’ve murdered me. And not only me, for Chrissake. They have been killing millions of people around the world. Like an all-out killing machines they are.) It means fault or defect, right? So yeah. I have lots of shortcomings. (So lots that I can’t even count them all, dammit.) And I really really REALLY wanna share them all here like how I really really REALLY wanna kiss your stinking ass. (Get that?) But unfortunately, I can’t. Because if I’d do it, Mother Earth would die. Don’t even ask me why if you don’t want me to start a science lecture about how this carbon dioxide and all the crap could kill our planet. (AGRESSION! AGRESSION!) Ok, ok. Let’s go back to where we should be.
My first reason is my shortcomings because they are all coming out. (Shortcomings are coming out. WTF.) What I mean by that is that they’re all becoming perilously obvious. (Like how a hot nude girl is quite obvious. Quite.) Take this as an example: The whole family of mine (And by the way, when I say family, I meant the entire street. I’m serious. People outside our street would even call it the Talisay Clan Street whatsoever.) is out to watch this basketball game where our team (Talisay basketball team, for heavensake.) will be playing in the championship and all. And the whole family is supposed to be CHEERERS. Very supportive as hell… I didn’t go anyway. Why would I? If I did, it’d be like slapping the oh-I-can’t-play-any-sports-and-what-more-playing-basketball fact on my face. And that will surely hurt, obviously. My ego will be bruised and all. (And that meant dying in less than a minute.) I’M A STRAIGHT GUY, dammit. I fantasized hot slutty girls and jerk off, just so you know. (How rude of me to mention that. It’s just so damn needed.)
I’m no good at sports, I admit that. But of course, some people would think I’m gay anyway, the nerve of them. This world is marred with belief that manhood is measured through sports and those six-pack of abs they have. Naive point. Manhood my ass. Those two will not make me any less than a man. I’m nerd (minus the big glasses), and proud of it. And we are as straight and tough (I think we’re even sexy, if you want to know the truth.) as any other dudes that play sports and at the same time flaunting their ‘formidable’ abs. Sports and abs. Gawd, how they kill me. Having said all those, I think you’re now having an idea why I started doing this blog site in the first place. And that is — “To enlighten all moronic losers how cunning and sexy we, nerds, are.” Before I get so mad and start smashing my computer keyboards, let’s now have my second, and also the last, reason.
Today’s January 1, 2012. New year and all. We’re almost through with the first dozen-of-years of this millennium. (If the term doesn’t exist, just don’t give a damn on it. It’ll probably be in the dictionary in a matter of decades. Believe me.) Not so yet finish, though. We still have 365 days to spare. (It’s leap year, by the way. I need not to explain anymore because you already knew what that means. It’s just this additional-day-in-February thing we have this year. Big deal. Another bunch of babies are destined to age a quarter of a normal baby do. That means they will age 1 for every 4 years. Big big deal, really. As if that’d make them look younger. We’re no less better than them. The only big deal they have is their birthday — Feb 29. That’s it and that’s only it. Holy crap, did I just explain the whole damn thing?) Anyway, yah, the reason is because it’s 2012! I’m supposed to be lucky this year. Rooster befriended the Dragon long time ago. (That’s according to Chinese though.) And I have this weird feeling that I will really be LUCKY this year. And so I finally decided to have a personal site created this year. Big luck means huge responsibility. (Responsibility + the adjective *huge = havoc. Quite scary, eh?) I don’t care. LOOKING FORWARD TO 2012! :)) Cheers! May this be a lucky year to blog my life — those 18 years of boring life.
