this blog is on leave?

HAHA. Recently, I'm just not into writing very long entries and I am uninspired to write anything. So I sorta, kinda, almost moved. I found a place where I post shorter entries instead and I update it almost everyday. I am only telling the url to people I know so just hit me up.

Meanwhile, everyone's styleblogging nowadays, so I finally joined the bandwagon by making an account over Chictopia.com. I don't know if I could keep it really updated because it's going to be a tedious job: taking a picture of what I wore, uploading them, labeling items and all that jazz. But right now, it's all new and fresh to me so I uploaded two photos. Visit my Chictopia HERE.

That's pretty much it. I am loving spring time and I'm just three weeks away from escaping the spring semester. I'm a little busy but things are still running smoothly.

I'll see if I can write something here in the next weeks or months.

XO.

why Friendster didn't make it big in America

It won't be my first time to rant about this. 

It's terrible that my friends back in the Philippines still use Friendster. Why can't they make an account on Facebook so that everything will be fine? People should have seen this one coming. Long ago, (til now) Friendster had so many software glitches. I hate when you have to log out and in again when you change profile pictures, and the dozen lagging pages, and the pictures all over the place. It's too much. And does it even make sense that your recent updates say "updated 2 months ago"? I guess not. I first deleted my Friendster account September 2007 and decided to make one 3 months after when my friends and some relatives told me they could not contact me. Now I've read a lot of statements of abhorrence after some mysterious "Friendster losses": apparently more than half of their contacts were removed from the list. Oh how I would love for that thing to happen *especially to those pages adorned with glitters and audio and apps and everything clutter.

I think Friendster also tries too hard with the "Friend Finder", "Apps" and the news feed. (Hello, FB) Maybe the only original thing that can be attributed to them is their "It's Complicated" relationship status which I'm guilty of using once in my life. Hence, Friendster's logo should be frowning, not smiling.

Anyway, I don't know what's going to happen but I will still hold on to my account because of the few people I still contact through that platform. But other than that, I hope it crashes even further so all of the people migrate to Facebook for my convenience. 

*Sorry, I just love to hate and I know I am a hypocrite on some aspects but I can't stop myself from laughing at certain self-conceited people. I miss having enemies. 

death

How would you expect me to react from seeing this big ad after logging out of MySpace?

(a) Scared

(b) In high spirits

(c) Lonely

(d) (Insert expected reaction here)

And yeah, I'm a Marketing major student. ;p

IM-ing

My friend Joey posted this on her blog without my permission and you might as well see it. We were chatting, as we do most of the time and I didn't know she was "capturing" some moments which turned out unflattering.

Ha ha. These are moments when we talk about random things that we ended up talking about beauty toys, a fresh topic on my mind because I just came from CVS and brought home some drugstore make-up. As a sweet revenge, I'll post the screenshot of my desktop when we had our virtual conference with my sweet ex lovers. HA HA HA.

blogging old

From AOL News:

Olive Riley, billed as the world's oldest blogger, died at age 108. In the last of her 74 entries at worldsoldestblogger.blogspot.com, Riley wrote about singing a song with her nursing home roommate. 

Will I still be blogging about my life, or any random thing in general when I reach my old years? I was pleased hearing about the oldest blogger ever because it just shows how passionate she was in writing that she still made sure she had the avenue to continue what she loved doing.

Imagine blogging about your spouse at age fifty. Or sixty. Or make that a hundred.

The Infamous Friendster Suspects

I can blame it on homesickness I guess. But without any other reason besides reconnecting with my high school friends, plus Kathleen’s persuasion at the side, I recreated a Friendster profile. I thought this could be my only way to be updated with what my friends are doing on their “spare time” since most of the people from the Philippines (I didn’t say teens nor adults but people in general- without any age range at all) updates their profiles to the delight or demise of anyone.

Now if you keep an observer’s eye while browsing profiles, then you would be equally if not more than entertained checking out other people’s shoutouts, interests or hobbies or even photographs. Just basically looking at them will make you curb a smile or even cackle a little. Unexpectedly you might even get distracted by everyone’s shiny, shimmering and glittering pages. But you won’t care because you even got that hot pink wallpaper which beats the hell out of anyone’s page.

Well anyway, what I am trying to point out is the domination of me-generation everywhere we might go. There’s MySpace or FaceBook, blogs, YouTube videos and who might even forget Twitter? How vain can we get? Now don’t be mistaken, I’m not really against these in fact, I am guilty of having a lot of online accounts. What I hate most is the superbly annoying answers of people to a lot of questions from social networking sites.

Let’s talk about Friendster, they might have invented the “It’s Complicated” status which you can also pick now in Facebook but we know now that they are also trying to put applications in pages. Now that’s Facebook’s right to put a TM on the side.

Moreover, don’t get scared now with all the pictures cut in half. Or the famous camera-shy poses. It’s all in the name of vanity!

And what I hate most is the ever aggravating posers. The usuals? Read on:

“Don’t hate me..”

And when asked to describe oneself?

“Mirror please”.

And the annoying “Not for insecure morons”. The hell someone’s insecure of her!

And the “Check out my photos”

The vain blog entries and a lot more of deeply infuriating, self-absorbed narcissistic shannanigans.

Please help them.

Now if anyone happens to read this, “Don’t hate.”

Ha ha ha ha.

Live Journal

I kind of missed my LJ account. Add my Live Journal here.

It was a requirement in my En11 during my freshman year and I still try to update it because it has features different from Blogger. I like the lay-out cause it has more space for text. If only I could do that here.

Baby Turns 1!

It's been a year, baby!

My blog celebrates its first year anniversary or birth or whatever you may call it. 365 days of enjoyment, thrill, boredom, anxiety, therapy and stress of writing and updating my wonderful niche in the blogosphere! Too much words have been said but still, the hunger to post more continues. Ha ha. I guess I have embraced the life of a blogger too much that I even call for a celebration and am very much anticipating it. *time check: 10 mins before 12. Maybe it's not official yet but by the time I post this, it's really been a year! Beams.

Okay, I may sound like a complete loser for such dedication but really, I just love my blog. Although my original blog may have started from the baduy works of ahem, Friendster blog, since then, all my frustrations, my stupid ideas were shouted aloud to all cyber stalkers who may have ran across my dearly old "Virtual Insanities & Morsels of Hope" blog. I'm not even sure if someone remembers. But "VI&MH" started all my blog craze. Apologies to those who may find the mentioned title quite stupid but my posts then were really of insane, wild and recklessly foolish talks added with a mix of wishes and hopes. What can you expect, I was in high school then. Geeky and bubbly. Ha ha.

And then came college when I got pretty bored logging on Friendster, the dwelling place of proud people. So with the help of my dear blockmate, (hey da!) I opened a Blogger account and switched my shell for a better and brighter skin, Blogspot! I called it "Verbal Therapy" cause it literally was a therapy in words. Adjusting in college, heartaches(!), kilig, and all the dilemma were put into words and relayed onto other bloggers, stalkers and whatnot. Indeed, relief!

I also had an LJ account which that time was a requirement in EN11 so I was pretty much armed with a lot of logbooks: 2 weblogs and my aged, growing-with-spider-webs-Winnie-the-Pooh-with-lock diary. Eew. But I love it. =D

And after all those blog transformations from dots, to black, to emo socks and to what my blog appears to be right now, Big Love. My twisted pages will keep on running and disturbing bloggers' lane.

So with this, let's all be merry and dandy for my baby's 1st birthday! And here's to more fun, kwento, kilig, insane, emo posts to come!

Ayye!

*To those interested of my "VI&MH" blog: sorry, my Friendster account's been deleted. Past entries were unfortunately unsaved. :(

Anyway, leave me a twist!