There’s something so nice and pleasant about going through the directories of your old webpages. Sometimes there are funny things uploaded that you have no idea how they got there… SOmetimes there are things that bring a rush of memories.
I think that’s why I love my domain so much. I’ve had it for over 2 years… and the things that are lost on the server [ sometimes to be found ] bring back such nice memories to me.
I’m one of those people who has many photo albums. 
I’m probably the world’s most terrible packer. I always throw in things that I’ll never need and leave some essentials at home. That’s just the way I’ve always been — absentminded is to say it lightly. So, in packing for college, I’ve decided to start early. As in… Now. I don’t even know where to start other than underwear bedding and my computer.
I should probably make a list. I usually make lists… But then I lose them and it defeats the whole purpose. Lists are fun to make, though. They’re a wonderful waste of time if you’re into those kinds of things. Time-wasting things that is.
That’s probably why I own a planner. Some weeks I don’t even look into my planner. But it’s there. It’s my diversion when things become boring and dull. It’s a good way to pass the time away. And a good way to make myself feel busy and productive — when in truth, I’m bored and doing nothing.
Back to packing, though. I’ve never been away from home this long before… So I don’t even know how many clothes to bring. Should I bring two suitcases or three? How many pairs of shoes? Should I bring winterwear? Will I be overpacking if I fill my car? Will I be underpacking?
What KINDS of clothes should I bring… Should I bring any formalwear? Na… I’m not planning on going ot anything fancy.. But it might come in handy, right? Maybe not.
Ahh me. I feel like such a novice.
So yeah. The one really big one finally went away. I was very happy… But then last night upon arriving home I find another bigger [albeit much paler and flatter…] lurking underneath my skin on the OTHER side. Oy vay. 
I think it’s because of stress. Or something.
Ahh…. The Mos’ Diggable Will Santos is back once more to fill our lives with pinoy goodness. 
Winkness. Also, this sweet girl Faith linked me up HOHOHO.
I GOTZTA plug beautiful Tashia’s new layout (WOHOO! 
she made me a net sistah!) — and this sexy bitch jovanna for just being sooper coo. ^___^
I once was the proud owner of many goldfish in a tank. By the end of the month, the count was down to half the goldfish in the tank. By the end of the month after that — they were all dead.
Some of my friends have goldfish that have lived in … cups… for years and years. Some even almost ten years.
Either they have mutant fish… or I am terrible with animal care.
PARIS, France – Author Gerard Courcel, who describes himself
as the world’s greatest “Peeping Tom” has Paris feminists up
in arms over his latest book; Peeping… and Getting Away
With It. The book details his 20 years of exploits of
zeroing in on nude women. Among his controversial boasts is
the claim that he has looked in on more than 40,000 women.
I hate it when I write a big long post and MSIE errors… and then poOf! There goes my post. Byebyebye. Now I’m not in the mood anymore. It’s not the same. The fervor is gone. I am done.
THANK YOU Windows for putting a damper on my creative process.
It’s weird to think that in only a little more than a week, I’ll be living away from my mom for the first time in my entire life. It’s almost unreal, really. It seems more like I’m going on a really long trip rather than actually leaving home, though… Maybe that’s why it’s not as scary as it should be.
It’s like I’m riding the bike of adulthood — only with training wheels.
Nobody really remembers the birthday of a building. Buildings consider their birthday the first day in which the construction workers are done. From the germination of an idea to that point, one is simply in the womb and whatnot.
I am a building. I’m pretty old — about fifty years old — and have a sweet family living inside of me. They take care of me, fix me up, put nice new coats of paint on me and take care of my gardens. I love them. But, there’s something that’s been bothering me.
Today is the double celebration of the young daughter’s eighth birthday and the grandmother’s eighty-first birthday. Then it struck me. Nobody knows the birthday of a building. Well, no one remembers it anyhow.
Some buildings get special celebrations on their first birthday — but even those birthdays get forgotten by the next year.
But why not? Why don’t people celebrate our birthdays? We’re living beings too. We grow, we die, and we — just like people — live varied lives.
Some of us have interesting lives, some of us normal an even straight up boring lives. Some of us are clean, some of us are dirty. We even get injured, can get growth spurts, and in some cases, amputated.
We die just like everyone else. We get run down and old with time without the proper care (sometimes even with the proper care).
So how come no one remembers our birthdays? It’s sad, really.
It’s as if I want to keep a secret from the world. Some days, I actually have events that occur… but I still don’t feel like posting. It’s like a certain feeling of reluctance. A feeling that maybe I should keep what happened to me today, my thoughts today, and my life today to myself. It’s not even as if anything special happened. Maybe it’s BECAUSE nothing special happened that I’m reluctant to write. But then, I’ve written about what happens when less has happened.
Maybe this is PMS.
Friezlog is a really cool blog about this guy who likes Anime. Weirdest thing! I was reading his page because I go there through Fairvue… I was like… Wow, this site is pretty tight.
ANd then something struck my eye “bubblesung”… “Hey!” I said, “That’s Stephiee’s site… Whoa, small world. I looked up a sentence and see a link to Cacophony… ANOTHER site that is on my link list to the left right there.
“This is too weird.”
But then, I finally saw it… “Madpimp.com” (titled “SEXY” no less!) linked. ANd then it clicked. ^_^ He must have come to me just like I came to him! through Fairvue. Heheh… And then saw Opane, Stephiee and “Shinekomi” through ME!… Boy do I feel silly. ^_^; Hehehe. At first I thought it was just some big coincidence.
But of course. The ‘net has made 6 degrees of separation become like.. 2 degrees smaller. Which is 4. For you mathless people.
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