Bored.That is more or less what I am feeling right now. It is awkward how people
wanted to have long breaks from work or things that make them dull and ugly.
Then, when the break has been given or even in the middle of the break, they
still feel not contented. Maybe, the break they wanted to is something that
would still make their mind and body working at least with a piece of
enjoyment. In my case, that’s what I really wanted.
wanted to have long breaks from work or things that make them dull and ugly.
Then, when the break has been given or even in the middle of the break, they
still feel not contented. Maybe, the break they wanted to is something that
would still make their mind and body working at least with a piece of
enjoyment. In my case, that’s what I really wanted.
Beach.Chilling under the heat of the blazing sun; walking at the side of the cool
breeze of the sea; playing, running or even dancing in the rough sand; partying
at night beside a bonfire; and watching the sun rise and sun set with a teddy
bear – is what I dreamed of doing at the beach. Sad to say, it’s my ideal
summer break. Ideal – only in the state of mind.
breeze of the sea; playing, running or even dancing in the rough sand; partying
at night beside a bonfire; and watching the sun rise and sun set with a teddy
bear – is what I dreamed of doing at the beach. Sad to say, it’s my ideal
summer break. Ideal – only in the state of mind.
Break.Since it is not the alpha or the omega of the summer break, there is something
in me that tells me that I need to accomplish something. What it is, I really
don’t know. That may be the reason why I stayed and set up my laptop here at
the rooftop and started typing this stuffs. Just type everything my mind feeds
me. No rules, no limitations, no do’s and don’ts.
in me that tells me that I need to accomplish something. What it is, I really
don’t know. That may be the reason why I stayed and set up my laptop here at
the rooftop and started typing this stuffs. Just type everything my mind feeds
me. No rules, no limitations, no do’s and don’ts.
Browse.
Before I ended up with this stuff, I had the chance to browse over the net this
morning. Thanks to my brother who suddenly moved out of the computer chair and
called me to use it. It scares me though; he’s not like that ordinarily. I was
browsing over the mails one after the other. Then I browsed and logged into
friendster. I looked over my profile to check whoever has sent me a comment or
whoever has the nerve to view it.
Before I ended up with this stuff, I had the chance to browse over the net this
morning. Thanks to my brother who suddenly moved out of the computer chair and
called me to use it. It scares me though; he’s not like that ordinarily. I was
browsing over the mails one after the other. Then I browsed and logged into
friendster. I looked over my profile to check whoever has sent me a comment or
whoever has the nerve to view it.
Bulletins.
Answering surveys and exposing my life intentionally has been my hobby since
the day we’ve been granted access to the internet. Cool isn’t it? But, what is
cool with that? Almost everyone who would be reading your posted bulletin has a
piece of information about you. Publicity - that is what I am promoting there.
Any way I have given everyone a free access of what have been my life in the
past, in the present and in the near future.
Answering surveys and exposing my life intentionally has been my hobby since
the day we’ve been granted access to the internet. Cool isn’t it? But, what is
cool with that? Almost everyone who would be reading your posted bulletin has a
piece of information about you. Publicity - that is what I am promoting there.
Any way I have given everyone a free access of what have been my life in the
past, in the present and in the near future.
Comments.
As I continue browsing over my profile just really to kill time, I happen to
browse down to the comments given to me by my friends. Close and not so close
friends. I began reading them one by one, page after page. Some of the comments there was really just to
say hi or greet you on remembered occasions. You are lucky if they would
remember you in your birthday. If not, you’re not going to die yet this year
right? So they still have the time. However, some have hidden messages behind them
saying, “hey, I gave you a comment give me one also”, something like that.
Nevertheless, there would be comments that would tell something about me. A
piece of me. Why just a piece of me? ‘Coz no one really knows the real me. I
myself can agree to that. Even if you string them all together.
As I continue browsing over my profile just really to kill time, I happen to
browse down to the comments given to me by my friends. Close and not so close
friends. I began reading them one by one, page after page. Some of the comments there was really just to
say hi or greet you on remembered occasions. You are lucky if they would
remember you in your birthday. If not, you’re not going to die yet this year
right? So they still have the time. However, some have hidden messages behind them
saying, “hey, I gave you a comment give me one also”, something like that.
Nevertheless, there would be comments that would tell something about me. A
piece of me. Why just a piece of me? ‘Coz no one really knows the real me. I
myself can agree to that. Even if you string them all together.
Content.
I have lots of friends. I can prove that. My comments in my friendster is one.
As I said, they are given by my close and not so close friends. The messages my
friends conceal is no different from them – at least from their attitude. Some
would praise me, some would tell me they miss me, some would thank me for the
normal things I enjoy doing, some would pissed me off, some would give me
drama, some would make me happy, some would make me sick, some would make me
insane, some would make feel proud of them and of myself, some would smash the
hell out of me, some would stay, some would joke around me, some would make me
smile, some would make me cry and some would be remembered and some moved me.
I have lots of friends. I can prove that. My comments in my friendster is one.
As I said, they are given by my close and not so close friends. The messages my
friends conceal is no different from them – at least from their attitude. Some
would praise me, some would tell me they miss me, some would thank me for the
normal things I enjoy doing, some would pissed me off, some would give me
drama, some would make me happy, some would make me sick, some would make me
insane, some would make feel proud of them and of myself, some would smash the
hell out of me, some would stay, some would joke around me, some would make me
smile, some would make me cry and some would be remembered and some moved me.
Friends.The silly messages I received would only be coming from one source – my
friends. The message they gave me can tell what kind of relationship we had. As
I happen to reminisce with this momentous journey on my comments, I think about
all the friends I have. Some of them I still know, flesh and blood, while some
I can barely remember. But what I’m feeling right now upon staring at their
photos and reading their messages, is that I have been missing a lot of friends
- close and not so close friends.
friends. The message they gave me can tell what kind of relationship we had. As
I happen to reminisce with this momentous journey on my comments, I think about
all the friends I have. Some of them I still know, flesh and blood, while some
I can barely remember. But what I’m feeling right now upon staring at their
photos and reading their messages, is that I have been missing a lot of friends
- close and not so close friends.
2008.03.22
