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Since I started working, I have been watching what I eat.
Chickenjoy for breakfast. Original Recipe KFC for my
45-minute lunch. Chicken McDo (with a 10-peso discount) for
dinner. Dati kasi puro KFC lang.
July 14, 2007 | 10:50am | Log 157 |
I fixed the visitor counter of my past websites.
In between editing HTML, I felt like a proud papa flipping through
the pages of a baby album.
Since I started studying HTML that fateful November of 2004, I have
come a long way. I remember the things I have written over the years,
but it still seemed as though I was reading the work of another person.
My popular culture references, immortalized in my webpages, brings
back a rush of memories: of college life, of the different apples of my
eyes, of my merry experiences, of rants. I have grown as a person,
both in my pespectives, from seeing everything as revolving around me to
being a spectator of the things around me from afar.
I guess this is the reason why I couldn't commit myself to
Multiply.com even if everyone is already there.
My visitor counter provider has stopped from operating. Last I
checked I had 12,000+ visitors (half of which I guess was me because I
would refresh and refresh a webpage when it is new :p). I have had the
pleasure of writing for readers who would come back often and comment.
That was one of the cheap thrills of blogging.
I'm starting anew with my visitor counter��a smart one at that as it
only recognizes distinct visitors. This time it is foolproof from people
obsessed with refreshing and refreshing a webpage when it is new.
July 14, 2007 | 5:39pm | Log 158 |
With my natural dark brown hue, I don't normally relish the sun.
But spending most of my time in an air-conditioned bus and the four walls of my chilly studio-type office changes a lot of things.
It's a Sunday, and Ayala Avenue looks like a ghost town.
I have just returned from my 45-minute break. I always go out for brunch to take advantage of each and every minute to walk around, relax my eyes, and get some fresh air.
But I guess wishing for fresh air is a metropolitan irony.
However, Sunday is no day for ironies.
Ayala Avenue is stripped down of its distinct buzz. I swear I have never heard birds chirp in the streets of Makati; but they were there, with occassional vehicles serving as a bassline to the steady drumbeat of the morning's silence.
The H.V. De la Costa / Salcedo underpass only had me.
The skyscrapers are going nowhere but for the first time the spotlight's off them...
...rather, the spotlight reflects on them and through the trees.
The trees own Sunday, but today is named as such for a reason.
Everything I saw was possible because of the innocence of the morning sun. I tilted my head up and offered myself to its warmth. The last time I did this, winter was wearing me down in Korea.
And that was ages ago.
I recalled how I held Ayala with such high regard when I was young, when my father would bring me on Saturdays to his office at PLDT so that I could play at the spider web in Glorietta afterwards.
And now I'm working here. I realized I owe my children the happiness I felt back then.
So I will work hard.
July 15, 2007 | 12:29pm | Log 159 |
A terror professor is not a professor against terror.
Now the terror law, uhm...
July 16, 2007 | 12:16pm | Log 160 |
Just in from the Philippine Daily Inquirer today:
"if you haven't been getting jokes, you are growing old."
It's something about the tendency of older adults to have more difficulty with abstract reasoning and short-term memory, and thus, less humor comprehension.
This is according to a research from the University of Washington.
(Now, does name-dropping and highfalutin terms increase credibility? Look under FrancSwiss.)
July 16, 2007 | 1:57pm | Log 161 |
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