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Description? I think the name of my blog is more than enough description. I guess, things I say here would never come out of my mouth... not unless they are slips of the tongue.

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Blink of an Eye

Six years. That's how long it's been since I last blogged something. And how do I still know my password? Because it's my real name. I think I changed it to that two years ago, so I won't forget. Six years. And it seems like it's only yesterday. Six years. Though it hardly seems like a blink of an eye. Six years. And I'm still alive. Well, would you look at that.

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A Good Place

It's a been a while - three years! - since I last logged in, and I haven't written much since then too. The biggest reason was that back then my computer crashed. I never thought it would which was why I never had any backups. The whole time, I was like "what about this story" and "what about that story". But I'm past the crushed phase now. So. Moral is, save backups of your works. I found the drive to start writing again, even though I'm busier this time around. I have always wanted to write

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Lines

So far, most of the time I've spent online was spent reading. As I had been a teenager -- fourteen -- when I first found Nifty, I mostly stuck with the high school and young friends section. That mostly changed now of course. I've made some observations from the stories I read, and I found that almost all of them -- most being American, Canadian, British, and the rare Australian -- are very consistent in what they tell of their reality that I have come to believe them. Of course, maybe they're

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"Amazing Grace"

I've changed my pen name to RJ now -- my real name's initials actually. If you're new here, I was formerly known as Rad Steven. I still like to be called Rad though. It is, after all, a part of the "R" in my new pen name. I told Mike, the guys at Codey's World, and Rob (at The Authors' Haunt) that the change was because that's what I need. A change. I think anyone who has been reading my blog here will agree that I do need a change. This year has been something I didn't expect it to be. First

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Where's the Joystick?

After months of silence, all I can give you is another stinking breath of depression. And I apologize. I just need to unload. And, on that note. The past few months, I’ve been rather... adrift. Kind of like floating in space. It just seemed like the more I tried to get control of my life, the more I lose it. So I let go. I really let go. In fact, I’ve probably gained at least five pounds now. If not for my metabolism, it probably would’ve been ten pounds. My pants also have become a little d

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Nights Eternal

Transferred to graveyard shift again. Ugh. I don't mind if I get caught using the internet. I think I deserve it. The internet, I mean. *Chuckles*

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At the Moment

I find it hard to blame myself. I've always read about people blaming others but themselves, and I always agree with that stuff. It's that ego thing; you know, like they did their best, but they just didn't think first if they're doing the right thing under the circumstances, so saying they made the wrong decision is like tripping in the mall or right in front of national TV. Or maybe they didn't do the good thing. I don't know. I've always read - again - that there are no right decisions, only

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Might

As Camy had put it, my muse had been on a vacation. But it's now back because of an inspiration from a friend. He told me I should write a poem for the guy who got me into writing poetry and on whom I have a little crush on. I hadn't written in weeks, I think, before that, but on hearing that advice, I finally did. Thanks to him! (Raise your hand please. *Grins*) I'm posting it here because it's too personal for me to post at CW, though not that personal for me to post here in my blog. Go figure

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Day of Defiance

Day of Defiance. I like that. I heard it on TV yesterday, during that "non"-coup d' etat. It was one of the leaders of the "non"-rebellion who said that. Day of Defiance, he said, so we should all go there and support them. In other words, they need human shields to block bullets from the police and the army. Poor them, though. Only the media went there so they could cover what was happening. And they surrendered in the end, after the government rammed a tank into the hotel (The Peninsula) that

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That Look on His Face

I started to write a story for GA's Fall Anthology. The theme was Worth Fighting For, and I liked it. But I never got to finish the story even though I had a lot of time to because I just lost the inspiration. So if you're not interested in reading an unfinished story, don't read further because I'm posting it here. Again, I'm warning you. This is an unfinished story. That Look on His Face I will never forget that look on his face, as brief as it is. It's like a short explosion of joy. I

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Moving Out

I'm a closeted poet. LOL. I write horrible poems in my journal, but I wrote something last night that you might find worthwhile. It's just something that's been on my mind for a while now. Anyway, enough rambling. Here it is. Moving Out My shackles are made of blood, Staining my body with utter despair, And my voice is gone, Roaming the earth with a call for help. Surrender would have been easy, But my spirit has wings that long for flight. The sky calls for me, But I am bound with shac

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Just Something

Hey Guys (and Ladies, if there are some reading this)! I've been exchanging emails with a reader recently, and I'll share a part of one of them here. I know you might've heard this before, but I just want to let you know (again!) that you're doing your job. Have a great weekend! (There's a typhoon/storm and I don't think mine would be great.)

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Pounds of Scam

*Sigh* So much for dreaming... I googled the Irish Lottery, then forwarded them the emails and asked if those were true/valid. They replied a few hours later saying it was a scam, and that I should be vigilant in watching for those, and that I shouldn't blah blah blah... As much as I'd like Wibby's services--any service, he says--I got nothing for him now. Didn't he say shiny coins attract him?

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Pounds of Spam

I am absolutely intrigued. First, I thought it was "just soam" and it was really funny when I first read it. I got this mail the other day saying I won thousands of pounds, and I was like "yeah, right. I wish." Here: I replied to it both in amusement and a little greed. LOL. I said in my email, "That's really funny. How do I get the money?" I got this reply: I wonder if they'd cancel my winnings because I posted this here. LOL. Plus, I never thought they'd respond.

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Sweet Sixteen

I just got back to school today. The government has suspended classes since Wednesday until Saturday last week because of a typhoon. Rained buckets for days, plus buffeting winds, landslides, and all that stuff. It's the first natural rain we had this year, so it's basically the end of the dry spell. Then yesterday (Monday), it was a holiday. You know, one of those hero days. So that was almost a week-long vacation. Damn, I thought the weatherman said there would four more typhoons to go through

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A Lame Joke, a Weird Dream, and a Cock Roach

I'd rather you hear it from me than from somebody else. Yes, lame jokes make me laugh. I was listening to the radio yesterday -- well, it was actually the neighbor, but the radio was so loud I had no other choice -- when I heard this joke. I didn't roll on the floor or try to get my ass off myself, but I did laugh out loud. I just thought I'd share it with you. I know I'm not the only one who would like this joke. Man1: Dude, my wife made me choose between love and my friends. Man2: What did y

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Parental Guidance

It always takes me a lot of time to make or implement plans/decisions, especially when it would make a mark on my life where people stop and ask "what's that?" I believe that there are only two kinds of plan: the one where I change my course, whether for the good or the bad, and the one where I just stay in the same track that my life had been running on since forever. Planning is just a simple thing of seeing which one would yield greater results. Nothing hard there. And yet, it still takes me

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No Sex

I just finished replying to an email from a reader about Option To Live. I'm really flattered about the way he described the story because it was just the way I would describe it. Anyway, I told him I was thinking of dancing and jumping for joy. Not because of his description (of my story) but because he was the first one to have sent me an email from Nifty. I should have known it wouldn't have been a hit when they (Nifty) told me they posted the story under the No Sex section. Haha. It was more

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Lazy Arse Forum Members, Title Copyright by WBMS :D

Yeah, I realize The Raccoon just might sue me for using that title without his permission. We all know how much he takes pleasure on shitting in our shoes. On us. But what if he wants to punish someone? Ever wonder what he would do? I haven't, and I don't wanna. But that isn't what I'm going to be talking about. There must be something in the air these days. I've been feeling lethargic since school started, maybe even before that. I didn't and don't want to do anything. I mostly go to class, g

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By A Hair

After lunch at school, I decided to go to the mall. I haven't been there in a while. The last time I was there I was working in one of the fastfoods there. So I spent some money in the arcades. Soul Calibur, to those who are curious. On the other side was a guy who has long black hair, probably grown his hair playing there because I did my damnedest to kick his ass. And mother, I finally did after losing a game! The guy was using Astaroth and I used Siegfried both games. I was patting myself on

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Here Goes Nothing

Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened today. It's the first day of classes here in the Philippines, my first day as a third year college student, and there were no professors today. NOT ONE of them went to any of my class after I made an effort to show up. But they were there. I mean, I saw a lot of classes going on with their professors right there, but nobody showed up in mine. Just how fucked up is that? I was kidding. I didn't mean any of that. Of course, I love doing nothing. Haha. Did the

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That Notebook

A blog. Yes, kind of like a diary. Except I choose to make this one public. And if you're wondering, I do keep a diary in my room. Secretly That thick notebook would get me in a world of trouble if someone ever manage to read a page of it. I'm into my second notebook now actually. I started Christmas of 2006 and I only missed two days because I was burning with a fever. It helped me a lot. It was where I vented all of my frustrations. It was where I cursed, cried, screamed, ranted, went ballist

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