So I got my call today from i.ph, confirming that this domain is going to close by next week and to exist thereafter … only in my memory.
He he he … not really, just being melodramatic. They’re sending my backup of this blog so I can transfer my posts to another platform, if I’ll choose to.
I did pay the $14 reservation fee for the dotPh domain, hoping (possibly still incorrectly) to keep the same URL, but I was told that’s not going to push through (launch of dotph domain is postponed indefinitely) and I was going to have my payment back. I’m cool with that.
I’ll probably transfer my contents, when I find the time, but if we don’t find each other again – world wide web citizens who came here, actually read my neurotic posts, left a comment or message; even you, enternally persistent spammers – thank you all.
See you in another life blog, brothas and sistahs.
These days, my source of new music or artists to listen to are the TV shows I watch, my friends’ and sister’s FB recommendations (she has good taste, I reluctantly admit. lol!), or recommendations from I artists whose work I already follow.
Maybe because rights to use music are expensive, TV people usualy find really good stuff from relatively unknown artists, which is a great trade-off because the TV cult following can be pretty enthusiastic and passionate about every aspect of their favorite shows.
With the upcoming re-release of Titanic in 3D, I couldn’t help but remember how much I was obsessed with Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On back in the day. Yes, it’s an embarassing thing to admit, but it happened. Now I’m looking forward to rewatch this movie (can we call it a classic now?) to see if the Toontrack of Jack and Rose will still tug at my heartstrings.
Did I just announce my approximate age to the the Internets again? I sure did.
If I’m not living in relative isolation as I am at the moment, I’d probably have tons of conversations with my friends about this particular stage of life. It came up a few weeks ago when we got together for a badminton game, and all of us were expectedly nostalgic. Living a relatively ordinary life, with no particularly steep ups and downs, can make you feel like life is going past by you and you don’t really feel it. This suits me in a way because of course if I’m to have a life-changing event I wish to high heavens it’s going to be something super positive, and I’m accepting of the fact that not everyone on Earth gets to be that lucky. Don’t get me wrong, I’d want to be THAT lucky; just not sitting around moping while waiting for it to happen.
I see my friends’ kids growing up; one day I’m looking for personalized gifts for kids under 10, tomorrow I’ll be attending their weddings. I berate myself whenever I get frustrated by the fact that I can’t seem to move a little faster in realizing my goals of taking more from life than I have always allowed myself to. When life gets in the way of living and when it makes me feel sad, I stop to think, and then to write. I’m keeping a journal now. I’m hoping to prove to that fresh-faced, painfully naive girl that I was some years ago - who thought her life story is a hundred pages of empty paper - that things have happened, though for now they may seem inconsequential, and there’s hope of so much more stories to write about.
I’m trying to remember how my workstation looked like when I still was going to a regular office; I know it was disorganized with plenty of unnecessary stuff and old papers. Here at home - my office these days - I only have a small “study table” for a work, which I prefer because this way I can move it between the bedroom and the living room depending on where I feel like working. Being small, I also couldn’t make it too crowded with stuff, right? Wrong.
I wish I’m a little bit more organized. Or that I have the sense of giving things their proper places and re-place them on instinct at the slightest change of order. But I also wish a lot of things that I know I will never get. So I guess as long as I’m not keeping boxes or c clamps or garbage on here, I’m good.
So I found this new show called “Person of Interest” and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. In brief, it’s about a billionaire tech genius named Finch (Michael Emerson) who created this everywhere-ranging surveillance machine for the U.S. government to detect potential terrorist activities. The machine, however, also detects “insignificant” events - ordinary people who may be plotting a small crime or in danger of being a victim of an isolated attack. Enter John Reese (Jim Caviezel), a former Special Forces and CIA officer with tons of baggage (what else can we expect?!) that Finch hired to save these “insignificant” people “with their own brand of vigilante justice.”
I’m not usually fond of action series - those that are obviously targeted to the male demographic (Disclaimer: inaccurate generalization) by virtue of extra violence and an abundance of gun fights and muscular people beating the crap out of each other - but this one has a little bit of something else that makes it entertainingly viewable for me. So if your looking for something else to watch, try this one.
It’s created by J.J. Abrams (Fringe, Lost, Super 8 ) and Jonathan Nolan (Memento, The Dark Knight, The Dark Knight Rises).
So I received a notification just last night that the free blogging service here at i.ph is soon to be going kaput. My sister earlier broke the news to me nonchalantly - not that I expected her to think I might necessitate a medical cart after hearing the news. So I went over my mails to confirm, and yes I will need to pay to keep this site alive at least for the next few years.Well, although I’ve mainly used this site to babble incoherently/spew out utterly random thoughts to the internets, I’m kind of attached to it. Especially because I have had this going since 2007.
Wow. Five years. I couldn’t have imagined I’ll be able to keep a blog (sort of) alive for that long, after other previous tries. So in case a pair of eyes other than mine get to this site once in a while, do keep on coming back. I’m hoping to keep this forever. And I mean that literally.
I found this seller of organic/natural products (soap, oils, and other toiletries) on Ebay and I can’t seem to stop looking at her products. The only thing that’s keeping me from purchasing is my lack of PayPal funds and my perpetual laziness to go to the nearest bank to deposit my payment (the lines are sometimes really long!). Just today, I saw that she has this new product, a food supplement in the form of shake that you’re supposed to replace to your regular lunch meals. It’s still abit pricey, so I’m not biting yet, plus I haven’t read many reviews about it like for banital pills. Besides, diet almost always do not work for me because I easily feel weak whenever I don’t get a proper meal - psychological or not.
Well, of course I know what I have to do to really lose excess weight. I just need to actually be consistent about it.
Earlier this year, I’ve seen a lot of accessories on sale like charm bracelet and necklaces with Chinese symbols, zodiac symbols, and those kind of stuff. I contemplated about buying one just because they actually look good, at least in pictures.I particularly liked the green charm bracelet I saw in a deals website and one zodiac year necklace that sold for only half the original price.
But then again I didn’t buy one. It’s funny because what made me decide not to is this one other “deal” - a sort of earring that is supposed to suppress your apetite. The brand name even had a trademark symbol on it so I decided to Google it, but alas my serach came up with nothing. Then this reminded me of those sports bracelets that real-life athletes are advertising - they claim that those things give inner balance and promotes general health. In the end my cynicism took over. It all just seemed too silly.
I can think of a lot of cliche and hackneyed expressions when it comes to “change,” as I know anybody else can, too. Especially about the way people change. For better or for worse, although of course we always hope we change for the better.
I sort of lost touch with my college bestfriend - and roommate for 4 years - in the last 6 years and finally we were able to meet when I visited Singapore with my sister last month. Because she’s not the type who is into technology and the Internet, and possibly as busy if not more so than I had been, we barely even texted each other or consistently exchanged e-mails over the years. But as I expected, our get together after a long, long time was easy. We got to talking and exchanging stories in no time. But then again we both have changed and it became an eye-opener to me. Like we used to, we talked about emptiness in our lives, and religion. The latter is a particularly touchy subject to me, but metaphorically our situation is like that of two kids served each with different sustenance by our parents but decided to switch plates when we became old enough to decide for ourselves. I think she realized how far I have strayed from my faith, while she gravitated to it and found it to be her lifeline. I alternated between trying to defend my position and thinking if I am really being a “bad” person by not being more “spiritual” as I was taught all my life to be. What can I tell you but that I will continue thinking about it; not many people understand the burden of walking away from something. Freedom is not always easy and not always completely satisfying. I can only be responsible for my choices, but I don’t want to burn more bridges as I seem to have already done.
I do still think about the purpose of, well, everything in life; about God and how I don’t expect Him to give me the answers to my questions because if He does that then people will not be divided into different religions all the while claiming that theirs is the only true one. My bestfriend asked me if I have become an atheist, and my answer is “No.” I think I will leave it to that for now. At least I can still claim that one thing hasn’t changed.
Whoever is behind Cebu Pacific’s “piso fare” promos, I bow to you, Sir – or Ma’am. The first time I heard about these kinds of “gimik,” I didn’t believe it. It took me a while to actually catch the travel fever - mostly made possible by such cheap flights - so I’m just glad to see that they don’t seem to be losing steam nor popularity (on the contrary, more than two airlines now offer such promos all year long).
So as tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, I am expecting to see more people booking flights for their summer (and beyond) destinations. The Philippine beaches are waiting; I already have one booked flight on June to Cebu and another one on December to Cagayan de Oro, but I’m still longing to get that much-coveted cheap Boracay (Caticlan) ticket. I guess we’ll see. It’s time to buy sunless spray tan, eerr I mean sunblock.
