buttony muddle-headed...

I've kept it for so long. Why I love Mozilla? There’s probably a long list out there. But I’ve come up with mine.

1. Bye-bye pop-ups
2. Tab, tab, tab away
3. Easy zooming
4. Block images from third party domain and other sites
5. Multiple profiles – very useful when my husband is around. Hihi.
6. Supports Videodownloader – yipeee! Ssssh…
7. Restore sessions – the best of all

I can’t imagine myself ever clicking that “e” icon again. =P

Labels: feelings, preference

I’m not a friend to everyone. I’d kill myself if I were. It’d be like being fond of all colors and not knowing what matches you and your skin. It’s like not knowing yourself at all.

Between me and my friends, sense of respect and “delicadeza” are a must in the unimposing, unassuming relationship we share. Knowing where our loyalties lie, too, is inspiring. Looking back, how did I befriend someone who washed in front of everyone her family and her husband’s family’s dirty laundry? I don't know. But I've learned and I’ve let go.

What matters most is what stays. You’re here and I know you’re the ones to stay.

Thank you for the gift of friendship. I am grateful.

Labels: celebration, friendship

The last thing I remembered was I, staring blankly at the screen and the so much effort it took to even try to make sense what that cursor was doing blinking in the search box. Consequently I had to shake my head off as if a pack of snow is clouding it.

My eyes were heavy that if I were a bohemian artist, I would have lighted a cigarette and drove through Laurel Canyon and party in the most unusual way. Yet my fingers were tapping the keys like eager cats rubbing their owners.

Then the baby cried, cried out my purpose. Suddenly the blank stares; the tired, red eyes stopped as I had to hush myself to slumber.

All those transpired like rage because sleep has become a luxury these days.

Labels: rant, sleep

You can hardly imagine my longing every time I turn on the computer; launch the word processing program and begin typing.

I’m not addicted to blogging but I am to writing. Fingers are more relaxed and mind though blank is a blinker of Morse codes to my senses as I punch keys on the keyboard.

Outlet: writing.

I should begin. Again.

Labels: writing