grabe, ang tagal kong hindi nakasulat dito. kasi naman, mas masaya sa multiply at wordpress. nitong huli lang gumanda ang fs blogs. oh well.
ilalagay ko nlang ang na-post ko sa multiply ko. 
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latest lss | Oct 14, ’08 9:24 PM for everyone |
–cubi, playing the song over and over. 
i have a huge favor to ask. the last guy who viewed the albums below is the last person who should be viewing my account:
http://cubella.multiply.com/photos/album/55/shuttles_best_
http://cubella.multiply.com/photos/album/56/sgt_pepper_steak
if you are logged on to multiply, please view these pages (promise, walang virus or anything ito!).
help me finally move on and move forward.
thank you very much. God bless.
—cubi, nagsusumamo
moving forward and moving away, that is.
because i have no choice.
–cubi, so help me God.
sir,
i am not flattered.i’m scared.my dad doesn’t even know to use a mobile phone.and there you are, internet savvy and all.who would have thought you have your own multiply account?
yes, half of what i wrote on my multiply blog was about your son.and he said everything i wrote hit him (like lightning).i really don’t know what to tell you.
thanks for viewing my blog…and yeah, i’ll keep my distance.
cubi, contemplating on the effects of maintaining a blog site.
a friendster once told me that he’d rather blog crazy/funny stuff than reveal his life.
okay.maybe because 1.he’s straight. 2. he has close friends who can keep secrets pretty well.3.he is a big POST SECRET fan.
but there are times when i feel like running to a close friend and out of gazillion messages i sent, i never got a reply.
one POST SECRET card says : "30, 000 students and i’ve never felt more alone".i wanna send an email in response to that and say "same here" or "ever tried blogging?".
i don’t have stats on who actually read my blogs and despite of the numerous grammatical errors i’ve committed in the past, i never got a violent stop blogging remark (not on my blogsite i guess).
i still blog.i want to believe that you read my blog, and you care for me.
—-cubi, inspired by postsecret/blogspot.com.
open letters should come with open to all account profiles.
since our we are a friendster-driven country, open letters are more "viewable" at friendster.
i read the blog nonetheless.
lesson learned: don’t google too much.
i guess i should limit myself from visiting other networking sites like friendster.hahaha.
—cubi, enough of googling ;p
random thoughts.
my winning outfit (summer-inspired, that is) woed a few significant people.
tep and i talked to strangers.toured them around.got their number.haha.i forgot to tell u, they’re korean.
almost introduced tep to that "potential guy" in our majors class. the acting jealous girlfriend stopped me from doing it.one day, i will.
1st time to eat at beach house.i can feel summer all over the place.
strolling along katipunan has never been this exciting. ;p
—-cubi
so feeling ko naman someone’s really regularly seeing my misery?
hahaha.
busy na.
later nalang ako mag-e-expound.
—cubi,
ps.attend kau ng jobfair namin!
nasira ang pc namin sometime last month.
nagyon palang nakaka-recover.
natambakan na nga ako ng blogs na babasahin.
ok lang, basta may kasama magbasa, hehehe.
—cubi, nagtatanong "nasaan na siya?"
Today my eyes long for every word that he wrote. He seldom writes on his blog . It’s a tribute; the words which were carefully chosen depict an aspect of his life I wish to experience soon. Flowery words and shift F7 worked well. I’d read every line slowly and imagine the look on his eyes as he utter those lines in flesh. But that may be too much. There were no grammar lapses. It was a nice material.
As the essay starts to conclude, I myself could not grasp for words. The sentences are perfect, but there is something wrong. I paused. I want to pretend I did not read it.
The “she” that he mentioned—it wasn’t me…
I logged out, wrote it wasn’t me, and went on with my last days at work.
Leigh Nash is right — Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
