I’m killing time. It�s a Sunday, 10:14 in the morning, and supposedly I�m with my brothers fulfilling some Sunday responsibilities, but I somehow got myself here in Dasma, waiting for other people from our Art Appreciation class whose idea of a call time is always 10 hours late. I got nothing better to do, although I was in the middle of reading this uber-sarcastic Singaporean-authored book but I got bored just sitting on some hard cement sidewalk with the others, so I decided to look for a decent enough net station and check my email, and now I decided to update beside a pervert with 20 windows open full of porn sites and using this dysfunctional keyboard that isn�t meant for soft-key typists like me, if there ever is such a term. I was supposed to update last night because I actually got free time, but since I used the �PLDT internet is down and I have to fix my project and I need to go online so I have to look for an open cyber caf� at 8:30 in the evening� excuse last night in order to kill some time screwing some boylet�s time and mood, I couldn�t go online an type yet another batch of senseless, unintelligible words, lest my father finds out and I run out of good enough excuses.
Anyway, I don�t know if it�s just me, or my website has taken life, probably an alien life form or something. Just a few months ago, even though I was typing my project on some net caf� I had this compulsion to check my website, and a surprise was waiting for me there: I was the 1000th user to drop by my site, or so my counter says. Now, I had nothing to do, and although net cafes are not usually open on Sundays, it�s like as if my site had sent these brain waves instructing me to go online and check her up. Now I�m proclaimed the 2000th user to enter. Not 1999, not 2001, but 2000. Talk about lucky.
The other night, it was 1982 or something. In two or so days, I got around 18 people coming in and checking my site. It�s not too impressive if compared to others, but I�m not a professional blogger, so it�s good enough for me. More than even.
So again, I�m going to leave words of thanks. Yes, the somewhat Mark-Herras-thanks-for-making-me-win-Star-Struck-and-confirm-to-the-society-I�m-not-such-a-loser-after-all kind of thank you. Much thanks from the bottom of my heart (which is probably just composed a few neurotic cells and veins). Maraming salamat sa pagtangkilik sa akin at nawa�y bumalik balik pa muli kayo. Susubukan ko po na mapasaya kayong muli sa aking munting paraan Naks.
