Talking To Thyself.

A year of blogging. After reading those past posts (April, or even February of last year) – I’ve gotta tell you those posts are irritably, and regrettably, depressing. I’m even ashamed to admit that it’s mine, but who the hell cares about it? Maybe this blog needs a lot of refurbishing; but hey – I don’t need to please the crowd at all since this is uhh – my blog. Yes! My sincerest apologies to readers who insists to change the way I write, somehow raise it to three or more notches. Yes, you are in pain and disappointed. I’d rather not comply with your request rather than to try hard writing a post that would contain delinquency, schloss, flustered or even priapic. Hehe.

I suck at verb tenses, with the subject and verb agreement, with the correct word usage (too tired to use a Thesaurus to find the precise word), and the list goes on. I don’t even know if I’d use were or are, is or was. It confuses me a lot, but I’d rather choose this as a hobby (or even a career) than logarithms and arc tangents.

I imagine you telling yourself, this guy’s fifteen and nuts. Cocaine? Possible.

Blogging is telling yourself that your life’s worth-recording, or the way you write could somehow change the world (feed the poor, world peace). Worth the time and money. But how can you think of something to blog if your life’s senseless? Or boring? The last poem I’ve written last year talks about a prostitute! See?

Another thing, sorry if this blog can’t talk about love. After my recent (?) break-up with my ex-girlfriend (that was last May 1, nagtalo kami  habang nag-rarally sa Labor Day), I told myself to lock my heart and throw the key. I’m also sorry for not giving comments with love posts, or love poems, or love quotes. But if you want to talk about me and you, then you should add me up at Y!M. Then, you’ll realize that I am a boring person.

Yes, I’m graduating! I wonder how my life would spin while I am studying in College; as of now, UP Los Banos would be my choice (it might change, but that’s roughly five percent). I wonder if I’d still blog at those days, imagining myself being kidnapped while carrying my laptop inside a bus travelling from Bulacan to Los Banos. So I need a second-hand car, driving lessons, a student’s license.

I’m spraying mucus over the laptop screen, sneezing. I’m sick. 

Anyway. Seniors rule the Intrams! Yehhh, and we won all ball games! Prom’s near! My birthday’s near! Graduation’s near!

(Still reading ‘The Good German’ by Joseph Kanon, chapter 13, page 326. I’m such a slow reader!)

~ by utakgago on January 31, 2007.