Where Art Thou?

Have blogs lost their hype? I really don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. I have not been visiting blogs these days. Well, like I said before, I lack the opportunity to visit or post in regular basis now. What a darn luck!? As soon as I’ll have the chance to bloghop or post regularly, I’ll be active again. Which is, by the way, years away from now. Oh c’mon, gimme a bit of positivity. Okay… months away from now.

Seriously, I think, most of the bloggers I know now are also inactive or have changed their styles of writing. Some have gone from tagalog to english or from personal to commercial. Some have transferred from free servers to owning a domain. Some have gone further while some gone lazy and disappeared in a snap. Oh well, like the cliché “the only permanent thing in the world is change.”

I’m not against pay-per-post blogs, especially if we are not that filthy rich. WE NEED TO EARN. Students or workers who have the time in the world will find pay-per-post handy. They can earn, and at the same time, hone their writing skills. And that’s good, ain’t it? It’s a nice way to introduce one self to the professional world. Experiencing brain-drain and burnout just to come up with a content for a suggested product, it ain’t that easy I tell you. Squeezing brain juices just to get paid even without inspiration, it is hard. It’s like my job or any other profession in the world

The only disadvantage of pay-per-posts, they make blogs dull or lack the personality of the writer. It is a common knowledge in advertising that no one really likes seeing, reading or listening to advertisements. That’s why we artists, copywriters, creative directors and colleagues in advertising are here to make a product interesting; give it personality. Still, consumers and even us who have knowledge with the industry we are in, HATE advertisement.

Having a pay-per-post blog is not bad at all. They will be able to buy the gadgets they fancy most, pay their bills, maintain their domain, or who knows, buy themselves a customized Bentley, get a bespoke suit or be invited to walk on the red carpet of the Oscar’s. On the other hand, writers/bloggers have to sacrifice their identity for money. It’s like having a perfect abs without a belly button, a gigantic boobs without cleavage or sex without orgasm.

We don’t buy a book wherein there are more pages of ads than of the real content. We don’t watch in a theater because we wanted our movies to be interrupted by advertisements. We don’t watch our primetime telenovelas because of the heavy load of commercials, do we? To conclude this, I like to read blogs that are unique, creative and with personality.

That’s why I’m glad blogging in free servers. I don’t regret having a single post in a week or in a month.

Cover Your Nose: A Really CRAPPY Post

Join me in my adventure a day inside our filthy bathroom. There you’ll hear the lion’s roar reverberate through the walls and ceiling of the tiled room. A thunderous noise that constantly shake the bathroom’s floor and a king growling with it’s mighty anger. A foul odor that will greet you as you enter the world. No, it’s not another kingdom found behind the bathroom’s door. It’s a reality. That’s my ass talking. That’s a day with my dysfunctional stomach.

I’ve drained all of my energy because of this darn diarrhea. I was a bit dehydrated as if all my anatomical juices was flushed with my feces. My ch’i is also drained and concentrated on one primary location, my damned anus! If you think my head is totally crazy, it’s actually crazier down there. It is acting wildly that I can already defecate all my organs with one push.

Since I was weak after defecating a lot and putting so much pressure with my butt, I skipped a day at work and a gym session. Darn! How can I focus with my work if my energy goes down the toilet bowl with my dung. And because of this darn diarrhea, I found a new friend.

“I am your brother, your best friend forever. Singing the song the music that you liiiike.” by Reynaldo Lapuz

My new best friend is our house’s toilet bowl and the office building’s cubicle. As I’ve said before, I don’t like defecating in public restroom, but I guess I’m swallowing my pride now. I just can’t leave my tummy growling or leave a brown spot on my undies—worse on my pants, do I? I now mastered how to use a public toilet, yay!

Still, I want to be well now. I want to eat the foods that I like without worrying how my butt will respond. It’s a real pain in the ass controlling it just to get to the washroom.

Jeepers, this post stinks!