I know, I know… I was gone for a year! Take away the podcasts from last year and I would’ve been gone for more than two years! Ugh. I haven’t posted anything for so long, I can smell the molds in my dashboard. Considering I’m almost always online, I know some of you would wonder why I wasn’t keen about updating my blog. Who do I blame?
The song has always been one of my old favorites, everyone I know knows it, there have been many cover versions for this song; and hearing it again in this video, with people from the streets –on the streets– performing them, it wow-ed me. I couldn’t help the tears welling up in my eyes during the first time I played the video. Oh gawd, it’s just a video. This Joiz person is such a cry baby.
It’s the eve of new year and although I should be up and about cleaning and preparing for kitchen duty, I just had stop and give my blog some much needed and long overdue loving.
This year has painted with a very colorful palette in my life’s canvas. So much so that I do not want to recall every little detail of it. But to draw the year to a close, I share to you how I will remember 2008 by.
2008 was the year…
As I was looking at the stats of my Flickr, I noticed that the most viewed photo I have on my collections was the photo of my friend’s tattoo on his thigh, the Illuminati diamond.
Personally, I’m not a big fan of the two tone thing. But the tattoo looked quite good IMO (still would have been better if it was on the chest! Like the branding in the book! Meep!). The views are coming from the search engines, although I don’t know what keywords are attracting the viewers and I don’t get why. 800+ all time views? WTF?
Yesterday marked my 24th year on Earth. I only spent the eve of my birthday drinking with one of my closest college friends, reminiscing about well… college and envisioning the years ahead. Spent my birthday with my family, and childhood friends. No well-planned (no plans at all) party, no grotesquely drunk joiz painted across the floor of some ladies room (no photos to prove it anyway), no flamboyant burning of cash. It was an ok birthday… Maybe it was a bit bitin but beggars can’t choose. I just didn’t want to plan anything at all (and end up disappointed that the plan just didn’t push through, like last year).