Salut! :)
Greetings from RetardLandia!
WORLD OF BLOGGING: I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!! :)
Before I begin to describe myself, I would like to say that this page shall be my source of sanity since the current position I am in completely deviates from the lifestyle I have come to love – the world of beautiful language. Here in the breeding ground of the sophisticated legal profession wannabes, I enjoy nothing but bland jargons and acrid technicalities which, I must say, leave sordid aftertastes after they have been recited or said. True, there is nothing more noble than the quest for justice and the path to become a servant of the law is admirable – but seriously, there happens to be a reason why some of the people in the profession are caged in the stereotype of being all “serious and… serious” – there is no avenue for wordplay, to say the least. Everything is fixed. Everything is caged. Everything is prosaic in order to make sense.
Where’s the fun in that? I ask myself the very same question.
And so I have this blog to prevent me from going utterly crazy with the quiet superstitions that haunt me in my little head. Those voices can’t seem to keep still even when I’m in class trying my hardest to pay attention to the differences between felonies in dolo or culpa. Heck, I’ve already been branded as ‘anti-social,’ but this isn’t High School anymore where labels matter – if they still do, go back to Kindergarten where your emotional maturity belongs.
Join me, dear reader, as I embark on a quest to fulfill (or should I say meet?) the need to suppress the ongoing party inside my head. I’m not schizophrenic. I’m just too creative to be chained down or boxed in.
And while you’re at it, barf bags are available just incase my paragraphs of overstatements or sentences of sarcasm overwhelm you with the desire to incessantly purge your brains out.
And so we begin. Happy reading!
Keeping you posted,
WORLD OF BLOGGING: I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!! :)
Before I begin to describe myself, I would like to say that this page shall be my source of sanity since the current position I am in completely deviates from the lifestyle I have come to love – the world of beautiful language. Here in the breeding ground of the sophisticated legal profession wannabes, I enjoy nothing but bland jargons and acrid technicalities which, I must say, leave sordid aftertastes after they have been recited or said. True, there is nothing more noble than the quest for justice and the path to become a servant of the law is admirable – but seriously, there happens to be a reason why some of the people in the profession are caged in the stereotype of being all “serious and… serious” – there is no avenue for wordplay, to say the least. Everything is fixed. Everything is caged. Everything is prosaic in order to make sense.
Where’s the fun in that? I ask myself the very same question.
And so I have this blog to prevent me from going utterly crazy with the quiet superstitions that haunt me in my little head. Those voices can’t seem to keep still even when I’m in class trying my hardest to pay attention to the differences between felonies in dolo or culpa. Heck, I’ve already been branded as ‘anti-social,’ but this isn’t High School anymore where labels matter – if they still do, go back to Kindergarten where your emotional maturity belongs.
Join me, dear reader, as I embark on a quest to fulfill (or should I say meet?) the need to suppress the ongoing party inside my head. I’m not schizophrenic. I’m just too creative to be chained down or boxed in.
And while you’re at it, barf bags are available just incase my paragraphs of overstatements or sentences of sarcasm overwhelm you with the desire to incessantly purge your brains out.
And so we begin. Happy reading!
Keeping you posted,
posted by A Stranger In the Mirror at
7:24 PM
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