THAT was stupid! I lost my password that's why.
It happened twice. My other blog went to oblivion because of it.
Good thing with an icky bit of persistence and swearing Google password's recovery sucks, my adrenaline started rushing in, clicked in a lot of how-to links and kind of saved my day ala Wanted - badabim-bada-boom!
I finally tackled my won stupidity. I swear it won't happen again.
I got my password reset - FINALLY.
I'll trackdown my lost blog here while my "ickiness" lasts.
Now give me some credit, brother. : )
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Wishlist 2009
I would really like to have any of these to be mine/to happen and likewise for my special ones, this year - IL PRONTO:
For me:
1. Canon Powershot G10 or SX10 (summer beach babes beware! ;p)
2. Nokia N96
3. Kawasaki Fury 125
4. ... ok really , its an Aprilia Tuono ;p
5. A taekwondo class enrollment form.
6. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L'Engle or the complete set of Secret Lives of Saints by Jacobus de Voragine (so hard for me to find these goddamn books..)
7. A t-shirt with Bela Lugosi on it ,with his signature evil smirk.
8. that LG F-series I'm so pining for even last year...waaah.
9. An opportunity to grab that house and lot I'm eyeing for.
10. A reunion with the some of the Knights from my beloved San Marcelino. (I miss these people)
For others:
1. A wheelchair for my dad
2. new phone for my mom, like Nokia Supernova. (ditched the Treo)
3. new body work and newshocks for Reeboy (our good ol' Hi-Lux Surf)
4. A Sony VAIO Notebook (1.83 Core 2) for my always-on-the-go bro
5. or Nintendo Wii to beat his ass out :)
6. or just a crystal (glass) chess set, my other bro and I would love to start a battle with.
7. My sis to become the top blogger and beat mom to it.
8. My other sis, to have another "fingerling' member of our clan
9. for Chiyo my dog, to have a new collar (when stores say 'leather' collar do they really mean tough leather 'cus she always ruins it!)
10. To her to find me, because I'm so sick of finding her.
They say you should keep your wishes to yourself - because you might not get it once you tell others ('cus the powers that make your wishes work kinda gets leaked out or something). I say: Screw! so what? there's always a next time! It's just some people need to know and I think they can bring me out opportunities to make happen any of these wishes of mine... So you can tell others too, as wishes CAN also happen through the help of somebody else's help. Right?
That sums it up. If you think you can help, and I mean immediately - just hit me a line. :)
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Seeds
The Starter's syndrome.
Talk about starting to blog again, now I'm caught with it - again.
I'm not really a starter to be exact.
I've been formally blogging since 2004 - before they became "commercially" inclined to the public. And I'm like: "What the hell happened to classic journal entry-writing...?!" ... "What's the fuss with all the ads around?!"
I even created an account here last October 2008, but I think I got it lost and I can't retrieve it then. I cared less for I've been more hooked with what you call social networking sites and enjoyed the Hi's and Hello's with a lot of different people more than speaking my mind out - and bore them.
Because who cares with what you think? Who cares with what you are thinking now, really?
Come to think of it, I may be wrong and I may also be right. That I'm just plain uncaring or I'm just holding an outdated perspective of what "communication" really is, these times.
Communication in this era hasn't changed completely if you compare it to yesterday, really. Its always a message sent from the communicator to the recipient of the message. It just evolved into somewhat a different kind of sphere where everything, everybody's ideals and thoughts and ramblings gets intricately connected faster and with emphasis to convenience, at the speed of it - some make a considerable profit out from the ever changing mish-mash that it is now happening while we reach out to each other.
Still people could create a message to be felt just because they want to and some of them - cause to create a message, because they have to.
I've been writing a journal ever since I was a kid so do me a favor not to tell me
what to write and where my ideas should "belong"... here?
I just want to write - again and now, in the form of weblog or "blogging", that's all.
And if you ask me "Why now?" its because I needed something to stop this kind of indifference going within me at present. And I fear is starting to dry me out! More so, it deters me from understanding people of all walks of life because I stopped communicating and at a point in my life I stopped caring about this world that I am in and what I have been doing within it lately.
It comes to me like: You stop understanding the world around you, you stop going through the way of living in this life that is mostly by being with people while tending for yourself. The effort of being with people all boils down to touching their lives by simply being with them, talking to them or communicating with them in a way that can be comfortable for them. Intimate. Passionate. Personal or Impersonal. However which way. We are inevitably linked to each other whether we like it or not. As we are all social beings - nobody can ever negate that.
Just letting them know that you exist and just letting them know that THEY exist is a matter of life. You avoid it, you stop living a life, if I may call it so.
You show them you don't care - they show you likewise.
You see, indifference bothers me. Its something that dissipates me. Its something that dries me out when I want to care for something but I could not because I'm so shut out from some people's lives because they simply don't like me that in the end I eventually don't like them. It's a like the drought that severely dries a once-fertile land into a hot, cracked desert once rain has stopped pouring in for days, months or even a year. It dries so much it can even kill.
Now I am trying ro move, before it rears its vicious ugly head in at me (though I really wait for something as refreshing as rain). I won't wait for its fangs to strike me first, because I failed to move and explore where I am now and where I'm headed while treading the soil and turn over those rocks to see what'd I find. If I could find more snakes or if I could gather more soil.
You know I'd choose the latter, because I want to grow. I want to root in deeper. More. And be lush and be vivid. Apart from all the wicked dryness of the land - I'd like to be a tree standing out to itself and maybe someday, from in me would spring forth an oasis for some to be refreshed or to be nourished or even take refuge.
So I'm branching out again. Call this not a new leaf of mine, rather a leaf of rebirth and come-back spur of life to my stunted growth. A growth that is more revitalized and aims to bear fruit someday, if not sooner.
Who cares with what I'm thinking? Who cares if I bore you to death. Who cares if my canopy is thin? Who cares if my fruit is hard and sour...?
All things take time to grow. And all people - like trees become stronger in pith and in sinew as they grow and grow more to the extent that they can bear fruit.
And I will grow to sweet fruition.
Talk about starting to blog again, now I'm caught with it - again.
I'm not really a starter to be exact.
I've been formally blogging since 2004 - before they became "commercially" inclined to the public. And I'm like: "What the hell happened to classic journal entry-writing...?!" ... "What's the fuss with all the ads around?!"
I even created an account here last October 2008, but I think I got it lost and I can't retrieve it then. I cared less for I've been more hooked with what you call social networking sites and enjoyed the Hi's and Hello's with a lot of different people more than speaking my mind out - and bore them.
Because who cares with what you think? Who cares with what you are thinking now, really?
Come to think of it, I may be wrong and I may also be right. That I'm just plain uncaring or I'm just holding an outdated perspective of what "communication" really is, these times.
Communication in this era hasn't changed completely if you compare it to yesterday, really. Its always a message sent from the communicator to the recipient of the message. It just evolved into somewhat a different kind of sphere where everything, everybody's ideals and thoughts and ramblings gets intricately connected faster and with emphasis to convenience, at the speed of it - some make a considerable profit out from the ever changing mish-mash that it is now happening while we reach out to each other.
Still people could create a message to be felt just because they want to and some of them - cause to create a message, because they have to.
I've been writing a journal ever since I was a kid so do me a favor not to tell me
what to write and where my ideas should "belong"... here?
I just want to write - again and now, in the form of weblog or "blogging", that's all.
And if you ask me "Why now?" its because I needed something to stop this kind of indifference going within me at present. And I fear is starting to dry me out! More so, it deters me from understanding people of all walks of life because I stopped communicating and at a point in my life I stopped caring about this world that I am in and what I have been doing within it lately.
It comes to me like: You stop understanding the world around you, you stop going through the way of living in this life that is mostly by being with people while tending for yourself. The effort of being with people all boils down to touching their lives by simply being with them, talking to them or communicating with them in a way that can be comfortable for them. Intimate. Passionate. Personal or Impersonal. However which way. We are inevitably linked to each other whether we like it or not. As we are all social beings - nobody can ever negate that.
Just letting them know that you exist and just letting them know that THEY exist is a matter of life. You avoid it, you stop living a life, if I may call it so.
You show them you don't care - they show you likewise.
You see, indifference bothers me. Its something that dissipates me. Its something that dries me out when I want to care for something but I could not because I'm so shut out from some people's lives because they simply don't like me that in the end I eventually don't like them. It's a like the drought that severely dries a once-fertile land into a hot, cracked desert once rain has stopped pouring in for days, months or even a year. It dries so much it can even kill.
Now I am trying ro move, before it rears its vicious ugly head in at me (though I really wait for something as refreshing as rain). I won't wait for its fangs to strike me first, because I failed to move and explore where I am now and where I'm headed while treading the soil and turn over those rocks to see what'd I find. If I could find more snakes or if I could gather more soil.
You know I'd choose the latter, because I want to grow. I want to root in deeper. More. And be lush and be vivid. Apart from all the wicked dryness of the land - I'd like to be a tree standing out to itself and maybe someday, from in me would spring forth an oasis for some to be refreshed or to be nourished or even take refuge.
So I'm branching out again. Call this not a new leaf of mine, rather a leaf of rebirth and come-back spur of life to my stunted growth. A growth that is more revitalized and aims to bear fruit someday, if not sooner.
Who cares with what I'm thinking? Who cares if I bore you to death. Who cares if my canopy is thin? Who cares if my fruit is hard and sour...?
All things take time to grow. And all people - like trees become stronger in pith and in sinew as they grow and grow more to the extent that they can bear fruit.
And I will grow to sweet fruition.
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