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have you ever noticed how daschunds can sometimes look like commas when they lie there?
1001 questions that lurk in this head
when the jologs take pictures of themselves, what goes on in their heads that make them hold on to things like flora and fauna?
what made costume designers put in the white bahag in the first darna ensemble? were they trying to hide thigh burns and dark spots in the first actress who played the part?
why couldn't pinoy writers get around the "amnesia" plot is overly dramatic teleseryes. is there a conspiracy to keep this creative element alive?
some what's-his-face once told me that if i wanted to keep a dog from crapping, all i had to do was link my two pointer fingers together and pull them apart. what the fook?
why do we make that "swwwwwsssss-swwwwssss-swwws" sound to encourage little boys to pee? does that really work?
what was i thinking believing what i was often told then that eating siamese bananas would make me give birth to twins?
once again, could this sense of disillusion over the pointlessness of my blog qualify as a blog depression? could it be that its a gnawing envy for the witty of the lot and it finally hitting home ---that this blog will never make it to the top of the heap?
ever had an eye twitching episode you tried to prevent with a finger down that outer fold of your eye, then realize it just won't quit?
ho-hum, is it really just one of those days when i'm venturing precariously close to accepting that my blog is meaningless and that all i've done is join the bandwagon of pillagers of cyberspace?
when will this retard realize he has been sending me the same message about Mars and "not till 2287" for the third time in two weeks. ok! ok! now you, off my planet...