Snippets

Okay… I've transferred all my baggages from my old blogsource here to my new home, which is kickin'.

Ahhh… I just love the smell of new paint. I feel like I've upgraded my lifestyle or something and so have to scour around for new furniture. For the time being, however, I like my crib. It's easy on the eyes and I'm especially glad I have all these stones to throw to critics and haters out there.  

I wonder if I have friendly neighbors, though. Guess, I'll find out soon enough. 

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This layout is cool. All I need now is a hammock and some pillows and I think I might settle here. 

But knowing me, I might change the layout tomorrow, which is fine, because this domain provides basic templates but still allow you to push some buttons for modification to suit your personality. Perfect for a technology-challenged idiot such as yours truly, hehehe.

It also comes with its own tagboard, which precludes me from all the hassle of signing up for a tagboard and trying to come up with a good username and password.  I have enough passwords in my mind already that I often mix them all up.

The web gods really outdid themselves this time. Good job man, er… god!

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I'm new at this blogging game. My first anniversary is still a good four months away but I've had a surprisingly fun time. Blogging to me has been like a dreamcatcher, which is a woven net or web used by native Americans to trap nightmares, only instead of nightmares, blogging traps my thoughts.

As I read back on some of the entries I reckon it would have been better if my thoughts just faded away.  Forgotten, like the P6.00 jeepney fare I should have paid the driver yesterday but didn't because, you know, I'm broke .

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The comments I got have so far been positive but there lies the rub.  Everytime , I get a positive feedback it perpetuates the fallacy that my opinions matter to everybody else. That my life matters to somebody.

I've always been insecure about my writing skills but unlike the journal (you know, with the old-fashioned notebook and paper), you get to read other blogs and be bowled over with their design. Now I have two things to be insecure about — my writing and my blog. Go figure.