Accccccckkkkkkkk Now see, this is one mega ultra super bionic DELAYED post.
But oh well… On with the show.
(Exactly) One month ago, at this same time, I was here at this same place (uhm, in front of my computer where else), in this exact position. The only difference is, today I just got out of bed, a month ago, I just got home from Mall of Asia’s Taste Asia where the second (their second, my first) Bloggers Food Fest took place.
Two topics! Expect a very long post…
I’m really not used to posting a blog entry on a daily basis but since I did wipe out all my old posts, and I’ve been gone for a month or so, I’m kind of surprised I’m not posting every 2 hours just to fill up the bowl again…
If you are part of my twittersphere, you may have heard me a few days ago rant about my depleting bandwidth. Today I got an email warning again saying:
The domain joiz.org (joizorg) has reached 80% of its bandwidth limit (1987.40/2000.00 Megs).
So basically I only have a little over 10mb left for website traffic for this month. I won’t complain. I know what happened now.
You! Oo, ikaw nga… Are you Filipino living in the Philippines? You got a blog? Then this one’s for you.
Here’s a message I received from the Pinoy Blogosphere mailing list that caught my eye. Read up people…
Tears were threatening to fall when suddenly I felt myself float up from the floor. I blinked and realized someone from the stage had just grabbed my arm and has pulled me up. Before I could utter a protest, I found myself staring into his blue eyes. He started singing to me and I was lulled to complete silence by his voice.
My boyfriend loved this song. But he wasn’t here to listen to it. I thought he loved me, but he left me here as well. I guess everything I thought he loved was wrong. He broke up with me during the concert. Not before. Not after, but while this band was singing. Just before the last song. The moron.
Hatred still filled my mind and I was too preoccupied with my thoughts that I wasn’t exactly aware I was on stage in front of a lot of people, my hand being held by this guy they’ve all been praising like a god the whole night.
Hey, what did you hear me say
you know the difference it makes
what did you hear me say
Yes, I said it’s fine before
But I don’t think so no more
I said it’s fine before
I’ve changed my mindI take it back
Erase and rewind
’cause I’ve been changing my mind
~The Cardigans, Erase and Rewind
How many times have I done this before? Hmmmmm… I do believe lots and lots of times but spare me the sermon I already know about learning the lesson to avoid making the same mistakes from the past. And believe me, I’ve learned. History just kind of repeats itself (excuses, excuses.. tsk tsk).
Haka during the 2004 All Blacks against Wales. Why am I seeing this video just now?
Ka mate! Ka ora! Game tomorrow! Go All Blacks!
If this was food, who would want to order such a thing?!
Pardon me if today’s menu leaves a bad taste in the mouth. I was not suppose to blog about this, I have been reading a lot about her on other people’s blogs that my attention for her in my own blog is a waste of time, effort and gray matter. But I give in. I cannot for one more second stare on and just shut up.
Case in Point: Malu Fernandez
Ai caramba, who is she? Do we have to talk about her? Yes I have an itch that needs scratching (not that kind of itch, perv).
It’s been a while since I last posted something here.
Sorry I haven’t been updating. I haven’t really been away, the lack of better things to say has kept me off my own blog and just continued on lurking on other people’s blogs.
Yes, I have been that silent visitor hitting your pages like a stalker. -evil laugh- joke but seriously, I have been reading up and have been blog hopping (till I cannot find any more links to hop onto). But I haven’t touched any of the blogs I am authoring 
I am engrossed with the controversies flying everywhere about the kid and his supposed ghost writer, the misrepresentation, etc. Uh… I don’t want to have to explain, just that those are the issues and I can only watch in the sidelines (dumbfounded forever ito) while the battles rage on.
I surprisingly received a lot of things this weekend. I am loved! :woohoo:
Meet my new imaginary friend, Jipotpot Peufee (pronounce it as gee-popoh puh-fee) or peepee for short, the pink “French” bear who came in a package last Saturday :yes: and the new addition to my family of stuffed animals.
I don’t usually name my stuff toys but this one is special. They say when things, animals, people are named or given endearments, they become more special. And I have to agree to that. <whispered> Plus the fact that my young distant cousin insisted I name the bear dahil kawawa naman daw ung bear walang pangalan. :sweat: oookeey pagbigyan ang bata.</whispered>
Only god can make a tree.. but I can answer 3 memes! I dunno why this post reminds me of Joyce Kilmer’s Tree poem (I am weird and geeky as always). Anyways, I am still intrigued why memes are called memes, I just used to know them as online quizzes. Anyone care to shed some light to this question?
Makoy tagged me some time ago and so here is the “three”-meme.
Three Things That Scares Me
1. running out of money while out of town
2. flying ipis (yes, roaches scare the shit out of me)
3. venomous snakes (ung sawa carry ko pa siguro, SIGURO)