The overrated art of going to parties (or just plain going out) is averted to the fact that you’d be meeting people. More exciting when they’re the people you already know. Most exciting if they’re people you’ll end up knowing for the rest of your life.
Last night I went with my five HS friends to a college party. A roaring party. ( Read more… )
At 11PM Saturday last week, my sim card indiscriminately lost signal.
I was just using for three hours then a promo of 24-hour unlimited calls and texts for a meager Php25. All of a sudden, I can’t get into the network; hence no texts, no calls, incoming or outgoing. It’s like being insurrected by feared Spanish friars. I initially thought there was something wrong with my about five-year-old sim or with John Casey Pearson (named after Chuck’s NSA colonel and Skins actress April Pearson who have the same Motorola phones as I am). So I did the basic troubleshooting— switch sims and phones. At midnight, it struck me: My sim card’s busted. But it wasn’t blocked or anything since my phonebook and messages still exist. My phone’s signal was only nowhere to be found. And I had to arrange a kind of movie meet-up with my HS classmates on a Sunday by texting/calling them around. Enter Alanis Morisette: Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?
In a quite boastful way to celebrate my upcoming fourth third blog anniversary (yeah, right), I thought of buying myself a web domain. As in The Big Blinking Dot Com. I was willing to upgrade my WP account and my, well, blogger-self in general. ( Only to find out via GoDaddy that… )
You graduate from the top university in the country but you still are haunted. You smile in front of DSLRs,and show your glee of having surpassed four years (or more) of college. You think by your projection it’s over, but you still have them… They’re there, and they’re a multitude of ghosts. ( Read more… )