Randomness Chuvaness
I noticed I haven’t been blogging much for a while now.
No wonder my Self wasn’t feeling normal.
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My friend was making fun of me last weekend, telling me that he’s surprised I don’t know any new song that’s playing on the radio.
I blame Winamp and iTunes for this ignorance.
That’s why I’m back to listening to the radio through eRadioPortal.com.
Haha, hindi rin nalayo sa computer.
Now my head is stuck singing to Chris Brown’s latest song. Thanks to my panot but not so panot bastard friend.
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My dad requested me to check on a file he asked my brother to send through email.
He said the recipient didn’t get his mail this morning.
So before going to work (yeah, I’m working in an afternoon shift), I checked his email, went to his Sent folder and saw the email.
It was sent, alright. Just a bit of a problem.
The address was supposed to be itsahit@XXXX.xxx.
My bro typed the address with another "s" in between the letters "a" and "h". Kinda reads wrong, doesn’t it?
I wanted to laugh but my dad, who was beside me, was beginning to say some common Visayan expletive. So I just stayed quiet while my brain was letting out a loud guffaw.
Wait ’til my sibs hear about this.
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To my friend G, I’m contemplating on moving my blog. Just dunno if in Blogger or Wordpress or Livejounal or Typepad.
I’ll just bookmark you as soon as I do. =)
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Words have wings. It’s a universal truth.
Just this weekend a few words landed on my lap unexpectedly.
Oddly it took a while to get to me, when I’m just less than a kilometer away from you. Probably because the message was passed from pigeon to pigeon. Thus the delay. Pretty hard for the pigeons to remove the note from their legs by just using only their beaks.
You could’ve sent your own homing pigeon straight to me, you know.
I was wondering if something got lost in translation. It was missing a piece.
Just as a person cannot complete a 1000-piece puzzle when even one is missing, I still can’t find the piece that will complete a pivotal picture.
I’m confident I’ll find it soon. But not from the lair of the pigeons.
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Six months. Ago? To go? Had passed? Until what? Keep guessing.
