Scorched Earth
“Scorched earth”. Destroying anything that might be useful to the enemy. The elimination of the enemy’s resources and possibly even one’s own. In my case, it’s the latter.
The enemy is Depression. I usually fall into a deep, dark, and lonely hole at least once a year. Usually weeks before my birthday, and I don’t know why. This year, it came several weeks late.
After recent bouts with feelings of abandonment, betrayal, alienation, neglect, loneliness, and “My life has no direction and I’m thirsty for beer!”, Depression finally kicked in. And I believe seeing Click on HBO may have been the catalyst for the other shoe to drop.
Chad Vader, Day Shift Manager: An Epiphany
You know when you see someone and you say to yourself “By the Holy Hosts of Hoggoth, I see myself in him!” with a facial expression that projects St. Paul on the road to Damascus? I got that moment of clarity when I first saw this video:
Traffic Can Be a Good Thing
That image pretty much sums up what I feel every time I get stuck in traffic. That happens every day on my way to work and on my way back home. See, I work somewhere in Pasig City, and I live in Sta. Rosa City, Laguna. More than one hour is the average time it takes for me to drive from one city to the other without heavy traffic. When the rehabilitation of the Alabang viaduct and some parts of the South Luzon Expressway started, a day without heavy traffic became a thing of myth and legends. I can bitch about it and curse it like it slaughtered my friends (all four of them), but I’m not gonna do that.
Mingle2′s Blog Barnacles
STUPID NOTE: This post is a product of the following:
- boredom
- laziness
- total lack of creative juice flowing in my gray thingy
- boredom
Since I enjoyed the How Addicted to Blogging Are You? quiz from Mingle2, I’ve decided to take all the useless things on their Blog Barnacles section and stick it on this post. Yay!
First up, what’s my blog wanted for? Sounds stupid, and I love stupid so here I go:
Okaaay. I digested a scandalous gypsy. Sexily. I told you. Stupid. I wonder how they’ll rate my blog as if it were a movie.
Blogging Junkie
I’ve been in denial, but there’s no use. I just have to accept that I have a problem. A blogging problem. A blogging problem I choose to embrace. Boo-yah! Here’s how addicted I am at this blogging shit:
80%
80%. Wow. That’s a pretty solid number, ain’t it? Having the urge to blog about this after reading a Yugatech post pretty much verifies the problem.
