Go away spammers, I’m not talking to you!

If you look to your right, you’d see a link that says “Contact Mars.” Yes, I’ve finally put up a contact page. In that page is a simple contact form.

Help me test it out?

My inner geek thanks you.

Remember my lamentation about my crappy writing?

Guess what I’ve just stumbled upon: http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/

When: June 18, 19, 20, 21, 23, 25 (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, Monday)
What Time: 7PM to 9PM
Where: 31 M. Jhocson St. , Loyola Heights, QC
Tuition: 5,000 Pesos

Should I?

I’m feeling pretty impulsive right now, so I shouldn’t be making any decisions. If I go to this workshop, this means no shoes, no trips, no external harddrive (which I really need). Also, if I go, I just might get motivated to write better.

Though I *think* I’m already working on this on my own, seeing as I am now posting daily for JustWandering.org.

Hmmm. What do you think?

I’ve successfully imported the archive from /transit and now it’s as if my new blog has been around forever.

Hey, we can all pretend, can’t we?

The thing about life is that the things we think that are silly and unimportant today may come back to haunt us later on.

Mistakes that we shrug off with a deadpan “whatever,” bridges we burned that we are certain never to cross again…yes, they come back. They all come back.

I have been online since 1995. It wasn’t until 1997 that I started designing websites, and in 1998, I started baring my soul online. Yet, I don’t really have proof of this. With each mood swing, my layout change, my writing swerves from being hyper to being downright emo. On bad days, I just delete my site.

Of course, I never delete without backing it up and saving a copy in my hard drive. My lurid past, in my opinion, is just for me to savor, not for the whole world to feast upon.

But why do I feel a pang of regret everytime I see bloggers with archives that date back to 2003? I am a terribly private person and exposing so much of the mistakes in my past is too much for me. But this goes against attaining my goal. What do I do?

Here’s to hoping this blog will last *raises glass of rum & coke*

This day will be forever sketched in our memory as one of the most unforgettable dates in 2007.

It was France’s 18th birthday. Melvin surprised everyone by coming home unannounced. It’s like a family reunion where people forget about unpleasant things that happened in the past, and just savored each moment we are spending in each other’s company.

Rum coke, screw drivers and vodka on the rocks didn’t hurt either.

I can’t wait to see the pictures.

My writing sucks.

It was never great to begin with, and I am noticing the continuous decline of its quality.

This is the problem when you’re unsupervised. There’s nobody to tell you that you suck, except yourself, which in turn results to hating yourself even more.

I want to join a writing workshop, just to get my creativity and imagination back.

Maybe this is my way of saying I miss school? Haha.