Have I told you I hate this blog site? Well, I guess I did. It's becoming unfriendly by the minute. This is my second time to write this entry down. In other words, this "new BETA posting engine" sucks! Jeez!
Well today, I've received an email notifying me that someone posted in my guestbook and that she have read this blog. (As I've told you in my first entry if tblog didn't freaking made it disappear!)
My first reaction was, "Uh-oh," since this blog was linked to my website, and that I haven't updated it for some time, including this blog. Furthermore, anonimity's gone... and further furthermore, maintaining this blog has become a bit redundant.
As you've known, I have a blog at Friendster, Blogger, LiveJournal and Bravenet. And I don't even update them that often.
Oh, sock it! Why do I have to repeat what I've written before. Curse this tblog!
Sorry, about that.
Well I've also created an 'anonymous' blog somewhere where I plan to update often, since firstly, so that I won't be apprehensive to write something personal or divulge something that people around me might find themselves being written about, and they might find themselves in a bad light. He he he.
Okay, I have to go now, since I really really hate tblog's console... it makes me fidgety that any moment now, my entry will again disappear. Jeesh!
P.S.
The blog I'm telling you about? You'll never guess... erm, well I've already told you in that blog... argh! The frogbites blog you'll ever read won't be any of them. I've chosen another id.
My stars have forewarned me yesterday that due to Mercury's retrograde, in the next three weeks, I'll be a walking example of Murphy's Law. Just on this second day, everything is g oing wrong.
To remind you of the law:
If anything can go wrong, it will.
If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong.
Corollary: If there is a worse time for something to go wrong, it will happen then.
If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway.
If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which something can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.
Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
Nature always sides with the hidden flaw.
Mother nature is a b****.
P.S. I tried four times before I got this entry posted.
I have nothing to write about.All I have is a good title – The Ides of March – and I wasn’t the first one to have thought about it and its significance with today’s news.
As you now, the Philippines is on Google News again with the attempted jail break by some of the incarcerated Abu Sayaf members.They got killed eventually after the police took on aggressive force against them after a failed powwow. This makes me think that these jail breaks by high profile criminals are but staged soap opera for them to be killed. As you know, last year and the year before that, some terrorists slipped through their cells and then months later, they were killed by the police.Makes you think that if you were a terrorist, this is probably the worst country you could be in.(Or is it the place of the worst terrorists? After all, suspects for the Valentine’s Day bombings surrendered to authorities after being bothered by their conscience.Funny, that.)
Probably the authorities know that they couldn’t get them convicted, after all the country doesn’t even have an anti-terrorism law, so they let these things happen in anticipation that they will kill them later in a fake encounter.But what am I saying?As if my words would matter.I just have nothing to write about.
Anyway, I woke up to (or is that slept to) the song Happiness from the musical “You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown” this morning.I’ve always wanted to learn more about this song, anyway, here are the lyrics: (what a weird way to end a semi-serious blog)
Happiness is finding a pencil Pizza with sausage Telling the time Happiness is learning to whistle Tying your shoe for the very first time
Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band And happiness is walking hand in hand Happiness is two kinds of ice cream Knowing a secret Climbing a tree Happiness is five different crayons Catching a firefly Setting him free
Happiness is being alone every now and then And happiness is coming home again Happiness is morning and evening Daytime and nighttime too For happiness is anyone and anything at all That’s loved by you
Happiness is having a sister Sharing a sandwich Getting along Happiness is singing together when day is through And happiness is those who sing with you Happiness is morning and evening Daytime and nighttime too For happiness is anyone and anything at all That’s loved by you
It’s almost Holy Week, and Ronald sent a message if we’re going to do another visita iglesia this year.
You know that I would readily say yes, if not for you-know-what.I wish I could finish you-know-what at the soonest so I could veer on track once again.But how could I? You know me as the laziest person there is who loves to procrastinate. Bright side though is that my monthly horoscope says I’ll be bitten by the OC bug on the 15th to the 18th.
After more than a year of absence, here I go again.
I’ve wanted to write to you many times, but I couldn’t help myself from being emotional – trying to write how my day went without telling you about my frustrations and getting angry at you-know-who.
One of the pressing reasons which made me want to start writing again is that I feel and am scared of becoming dumb.More frequently has my head been hurting every time I think, and I feel becoming more and more aphasic each day. I’m beginning to have difficulty in comprehending and constructing sentences, remembering information, or trying to express myself verbally.There even comes a day when I would not speak at all. I really feel dumb. But that’s not what I’m going to tell you today, even though I could probably write lengthy about these frustrations.
Today, my sister dropped by for me to upload and tweak the pictures she got from her visit to India this weekend.
More than two weeks ago, my sister has been bugging me on what type of digital camera to buy.She sent me links to ebay sites and told her frankly that I wouldn’t care much about those items she picked.So I gave her a list of specifications on what to look for.And lo and behold, she dropped by one afternoon with a new camera, and surreptitiously told me that her husband doesn’t know of it yet. The silly girl.
She came all excited and showed me the pictures she took from her secret place in the busy corporate hub of Mandaluyong – the AmericanCemetery.I downloaded them in the computer.All she wanted at first was to crop her pictures, but when I introduced her to the magical world of Photoshop, she got crazy.Every time I tweak a picture, she would say something like: “It’s too perfect,” or “Stop doing that to my work of art,” while poorly hiding her enthusiasm.So I told her nonchalantly, that’s how professionals do it these days.
So today, she came in with her India pics. And today, she wanted it all to be in black and white.So I flirtatiously cajoled, “Ooh, if it’s black and white, it must be art,” keeping the sarcasm to a minimum unlike the MTV commercial where I got the quote.
But she also has taken pictures she wants me to let as is.She calls the set “Colours,” and note the British spelling.These were pictures of the fresh produce at a local supermarket.Remarkably, she got away with 10 shots before she was reprimanded by security.
I hate this new tblog layout. Grr... for letting me rewrite what I have already written down.
Now that I got that out of my system...
Dear Sir,
It's been awhile since I have written anything down. It is not because I have no time, I have lots, as a matter of fact, but becaue I find writing my thoughts down to be seemingly insignificant the past days. What's the point am I writing them down anyway?
Argh. That's it. I'm suppose to write about the movie Baron Munchausen which....
As you have known, I made another web journal. I'm making that my random thoughts journal while keeping this one for "deeper" thoughts, if I have any :D, and has the time and will to write them down.
For the last few days, eventhough I've wanted to write to you, I have always decided otherwise... it hurts so much to write things down...
Lately, I easily get angry at seemingly innocuous things.
Anyway, my sister is now "resolved" to maintain a weblog. Mostly after drooling on sassy lawyer's site. She said, she wouldn't want her thoughts to get "rusty" -- she has to write them down.
After much discussions on pros and cons of some of the free weblogs services on the net, she decided to create one at bravejournal leaving to collect cobwebs the tblog site I made for her eons ago. Whether she'll be true to her word now, and find time to write her thoughts down, is another matter entirely. After all, [i]ningas cogon[/i], not seeing projects through to their finality, runs in the family.
Anyway, since I found out that some visitors cannot see the pictures I posted on my tblog journal, I also made a bravejournal account. Now, I'm thinking of decommissioning my tblog account.
Lately, I introduced my friend to tblog, which is much easier in my opinion than to teach him html or do his website all together. :P So every Saturday, you'll be able to read his take on Star in a Million.
While tweaking his blog site, he found some major flaw on mine, his browser couldn't see the banner or the pictures I posted. I'm "harvesting" pictures from my geocities site, so it doesn't matter that picture posting is now only exclusive to tblog pro users, I should still be able to see the pics, besides my browser sees the pictures; now I'm wondering if others can too.
In any off chance that you're actually reading this entry and not just passing by, hope you can send me a post notifying me if you can see the banner above. Hey, you'll get 1 tbuck for posting a message, that's fair compensation enough, I think. :D Thanks.
I have a headache. In part because I stayed all night writing for my [i]alibata[/i] site. And I'm now thinking that this project is bigger than I can handle, and it was suppose to be just a way for me to pass time. :(
Doing web research, I found out that it is erroneous to refer to the old Tagalog script as [i]alibata[/i], and that it should be properly be termed [i]baybayin[/i].
The reason? During the American era, some scholar coined the term [i]alibata[/i] to refer to the scripts, and it was caught on by the media. But during the pre-Hispanic and Hispanic era, it was actually called [i]baybayin[/i].
Confusing, huh? It shows how history have changed since high school.
I know for one that Princess Urduja was probably just some legend perpetuated by some scholar to paint pre-Hispanic Filipino women, but imagine my shock when I found out that Datu Kalantiao, famous for the Kalantiao Code, was actually a hoax too. Funny thing is, during the Marcos era, the goverment instituted the Order of Kalantiao for meritorious achievement in law-making.
I think Oscar Wilde was right when he said, "History is merely gossip."
Erm, so what? Haven't moved in a week... Argh, I know, I know... I should be hanged...
Well, my week wasn't all that bad...
I learned how to use Fontographer and created my own alibata font, and is [u]hoping[/u] to make a website to make it available for download. (Keyword here is [i]hoping[/i].) My spirit got a little bit dampened though when I learned there are lots of available alibata fonts on the net. :(
Ronald and I went to Quiapo again today to buy pirated dvds... erm, I wonder if this is safe to say out loud. :twisted:
Then when I got home and opened one of my many email accounts, I got an invite from sassy lawyer to try gmail! [i]Sweet! [/i] I think she got intrigued by my id: cardboardboxprison. :D
So, okay, I got myself to go out today, even though the errand was capricious -- went for a double feature. I went to see “The Day After Tomorrow,” and as expected, the story was incredulous, after all, I maintain that natural disaster movies had their heydays during the era of “Twister,” “Deep Impact,” and the like in the late 1990’s.
The next movie I saw was Harry Potter -- again. This time with no expectations -- just went in to digest the movie as is, and what do you know, I liked it the second time around. There are just some things you have to take a second glance to appreciate it. Now whether I have to courage to go out again tomorrow, and do the things rightly important, is another question.
It has been some time since i made an entry... and though there are things I wanted to say, it is mere laziness that's been keeping me from doing anything productive.
As you know, I haven't been going out for more than 2 weeks (not even out of the house) -- just staying in my room, in bed watching the presidential canvass on tv or surfing the net. And this is rather shocking, when I went out of house to buy some snacks, I wondered why the lawn was suddenly expansively bright -- d'oh :shock:, it's because the large palmeras were all gone, they all have been uprooted. Maybe they're going to do some gardening this weekend.
That's what happens when you've been in seclusion most of the time. Arrgh, the laziness of me. :(
Saw Harry Potter today with Ronald, its first day of screening at the cinemas -- one of those "traditions" we've sorta made: to watch HP (and LOTR) on its first day and watch it at least twice in succession.
But today, we forego watching it again. Probably we had a very high expectations about the movie, that we were kind of a bit disappointed. Either that or we've outgrown it.
It's inevitable. With INC behind GMA, she'll surely win the presidency and at last, "rightfully" earn a people's mandate.
However, there are those that say that trouble is brewing... Dr. Dela Cruz told us a what if scenario on Tuesday when we get off from duty -- what if there'll be noone to relieve us because the metro will be in chaos?
Well, I hope not. Hopefully the masses are now preconditioned enough with the surveys showing GMA on top to accept her win this coming Monday, hence prevent another Edsa mob.
