The Return of the Idiotic Heroes

I really don't know if this is true, I heard from someone that "It is hard to invest your emotion to someone who is not there." That line bothers me, I'm always there for everyone, still I haven't received their investments LoLz.

But hey, come to think of it, no ones there beside me always yet I'm investing. I love my self.

I walked out while mumbling the same old DIALOGUE in my thoughts, "tHis IS NOT RIGHT!" yet with the big smile in my face. While walking along the side pathwalks of Ateneo, I felt the comfort while being bothered by my recent actions. It's not pride, I just want everything to be unconditional, even the 'pay u back' thing... I really wanted him to just 'pay it forward'. I find contentment in appreciation. That's all I need. I just hope the org fair will turn out well. *cross fingers*

The only question I never asked my self was , "When will I ever grow up?", for a simple reason, I know the answer and I never wanted to.

I'm currently working half-day here in the office since we won't be having work on monday due to some foreseen politically altered holiday. >.<>.<

Anyways, I'm still waiting for my salary bonus so I can purchase my aimed domain. probably it will be shoestring(d0t)something or shoelace (hmm sounds girly >.<) Yet, I still have other options like totoy(dot)org. On the next couple of months when my PHP scripts gets stabled I'll be buying mysaladdays(d0t)org, hopefully, for my aimed literary portal with the veggies.

I've emalied Iwings of wing-ed.org hosting, asking for an account reset. I've accumulated 60mb of space just for trying php portal scripts *gomen* once she agreed i'll use it for the salad days blog.

Damn, I missed my moks, hmm but Jan's idea of the word 'miss' bothers me. 'You'll only miss if you forget'. SIGH >.<

Yey, finally... a sue-free layout. *phew*. I really don't know and I really couldn't care less that I am fascinated with shoe strings >.<>.< *flashback*

A year ago, If I remember correctly hmm.. i think that was in the badminton court adjacent to Riverbanks Mall in Marikina. I was with my bestfriend, changing into our sweat gear. He's a bit slow in changing so I was the one who knot his shoestrings.

He had a different method of knotting which is time consuming amd un-secured. So I taught him my method, the double-knot technique. Yet he sticked to his style. And then on, if time allows, I always knotted his strings.

Its really not demeaning or something and not degrading at all. Yet, theres a weird feeling inside me, comforting and relieving. I think that is what u call friendship