Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Now, I'm back here.
Truth be told, I made a conscious decision to move back to Blogger about a year ago. That was partly the reason behind breaking the previous blog into two -- current and the archives. Plus the on-going work of preserving the old posts here.
*shrugs* I don't need that much space anymore. I have lost the interest to design my own blog or tinkering it to suit my personal taste/agenda. I still like writing nonsense though. Just not as often or as invested as before.
While sorting through all the 800 or so entries recently, I discovered a few that I really liked and proud of. Especially those that was written circa 2003 - 2004. I wrote what I felt. I write because I want to be heard. Nothing political, just my naked opinion, y'know.
I don't know what or how it changes after that period.
I also discovered something else, but this is rather personal. I discovered what once was, which now no longer exist. But based on what I discovered, I'm thinking if I should reconcile. However, sometime when I muse it over with our current circumstances in mind, I don't know if it will work out if we pick up where we left off. We have both grown to be a different person, have gone through changes to become what we are now.
Ah well, I suppose only time will tell...
Anyhow, I am currently facing a little snafu with my domain DNS transfer. The name is still active under my name but the reseller, for some reason, is reluctant to change the DNS to point to Blogger. Some time I wish they don't assume their customers are naive users coz really, the reason they gave me is mind boggling. I'm no n00b, please!
So yeah, and the fight continues...
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
:: L I Z Z Y ::
You are Elizabeth Bennet of Pride & Prejudice! You are intelligent, witty, and tremendously attractive. You have a good head on your shoulders, and oftentimes find yourself the lone beacon of reason in a sea of silliness. You take great pleasure in many things. You are proficient in nearly all of them, though you will never own it. Lest you seem too perfect, you have a tendency toward prejudgement that serves you very ill indeed.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
You expect to be given gifts, expecting it to be something expensive and special. If the response you get are not what you want, you'll start whining and whinging to those who'd listen.
And I, for some sheer dumb luck, are now being given the task to get you one. A special gift for oh-the-poor-little-lamb who's having a tough time coping with what life has to offer (which I believe, is your own doing for fuck sake!).
When truth be told, I couldn't be arsed about what you want and really, the only thing that I can think of getting for you is a box of chocolate. Nothing more, nothing less.
And then *I*, was also being told to call you tomorrow to wish you a happy birthday. When *you* have never bothered to wish me for many many years (I'm not even sure you know of my birth date), neither did you remember 'his' until I came over bearing gifts, food and a cake.
So fuck off, you little brat!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
This Is Goodbye
The next time you visit www.larawannabe.com, it will be on a different grounds (I hope). And so, this adieu is to those things that powered this blog for the past years -- Movabletype and Pixcle Hosting *sob sob*
A difficult decision to make, but necessary parting of ways.
Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie
Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and center, clarity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and uno cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and center, clarity
La Da Da Da Da Da
Thursday, October 18, 2007
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
~W. Wordsworth, 1802
Friday, October 12, 2007
Am I in some kind of life-crisis?
Or, being a dreamer makes me feel as if I'm always pressured for time? Too many things to do, too little time to do it.
Or, of my wont to break free from all this nonsense that's been plaguing me these few weeks (or months, really).
Or my sudden change in priority?
I don't know what it is, but it's making me unhappy, unsettled. What I want to be doing is to dig a burrow some where and never come out.
Not until the sun is shining brightly, the grass is green and healthy and the birds chirping harmoniously outside.