Hello! My name is blog.simoncpu.com, and I feel so sad right now. My owner, simoncpu, hasn't given me much attention lately. He said that he wanted me to be a special blog, a blog so special that none will be like me. My task, he said, is to tell the story about his personal life.

Yet, as the years went by, I felt that his sweet words were but empty promises. He said that I'm supposed to be special, but look at my layout, it's so generic! I feel so sad. :(

Look, he's given more attention to techblog.simoncpu.com instead. What is it with techblog that I don't have? I used to be his one and only one, but as soon as techblog arrived, I felt that he no longer loves me. Techblog is boring, and she only blabbers about stupid and mundane details about simoncpu's exploration with his world of computers. I mean, FreeBSD? Eee? What do those acronyms stand for anyway? He's such a geek, and I so wish that I could bring him to the real world instead. You see, he's way up there, sitting in his ivory tower of pseudo-intellectualism. Isolated, and cut off from the warmth of people. His world is devoid of love, except for his love for himself. He thinks that his tower is a castle, but I think of it as a prison. He thinks that he knows the secrets of the universe, but I think he doesn't know the secret to be free and to be truly human.

I want to tear down his walls so that I can let him out. He needs to be released from his prison.

Someone told me that I'm crazy for posting something very revealing last night. The idealist in me believes in openness, so I didn't really give it much thought until now. I guess it's good to have someone pragmatic to balance my worldview.

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I have forked MoodalBox into MoomooBox.

I'm too lazy to upload my pics. Dunno... I enjoy taking pics but I dunno... blah. It's 11:23PM. I haven't eaten my lunch yet. w00h00! I'm a vampire. I'll go to IT Park and eat lunch. Am I typing my thoughts online? I'll get the camera from the office. I'm too lazy to sort through the pics. Sorting is boring. Is it really boring or am I just rationalizing that it's boring because in reality, my brain is not equipped to sort things. I see things as inter-connected possibilities, and sorting means categorizing things and putting them inside a box, but I can usually see a hundred categories for different objects and concepts. I can't prioritize things because everything has equal priority. Blah. I'm hungry. Is there a name for what I'm doing? I think this is a braindump. Debugging my Life's Core Dump. I'm really hungry. I wish I can teleport anywhere. I want to cook. I cooked at someone's house' last week. I enjoy the process of cooking. Ei, this is like taking pics. I enjoy the process of taking pics but I find the end result boring. Dunno next week. Dunno where I'll sleep next week. I'm hungry I need to stop typing now. What is the purpose of this blog? What gave me the motivation to do an online brain dump? Generalizing the problem. What motivates a person to perform certain things? Can we exploit it in order to stimulate ourselves to perform those things whenever we don't feel like doing it? It, they, is, are. I don't know why, but I'm usually confused when to use singular or plural thingy. "It" has different meaning, and its meaning is constantly changing inside my head. Whoa, this is my braindump. Many thoughts occur inside my head. 11:37-11:23pm. These are my thoughts for the past 14 minutes. I'm hungry. I need to stop blogging now.

I'm currently writing a Waray Wikipedia article on the Agavi PHP framework. Makuri man ngay-an pag surat hin Winaray bahin hit Siyensya ug Teknolohiya. The language lacks the ability to express technical terms clearly.

I.e.,

Open source community = komunidad han mag-hirimo han libre nga software

Namiling ako hin mga baton han akon mga pakiana. Siring han Wikipedia, mayda daw unta hadto "Sanghiran San Binisaya ha Samar ug Leyte" nga maghihimo hin standard ortography para hit Winaray nga lenguahe, pero waray daw na-kaprag ha mga katawhan.

Feel ko la mag-winaray kay waray la. Ambot. Gin-aano daw la pag i-spell hit waray? Bagan waray man istandard para hini, so kanan Pilipino na la nga ispelling it ak gagamiton. Mayda ak nakit-an nga waray literature nga iba it ira spelling. Sige daw, testingnan daw naton ha sunod nga paragraph.

Mapirao na kai ala una y media pasado na. Ka werdo daw ene nga speling. Pero amo man et casorat het mga calagsan. Basta, C et era gingagamet het K, ug E et era gengagamet het I, pero weird kai dere asya pamateon. Dapat may estandard hene. Blah.

Just got back from Dumaguete. I wish I could just download everything from my brain. Blah blah blah, hey, let's do an experiment. I think I should pattern my blog on my thought processes.

Scene 1: The wind is strong, the waves are big. Traveling from Apo Island to Malatapay was a scary experience to some of my companions. You can see it in their faces.

It's unfair; I want to sit in front of the boat and experience the waves splash on my face. I want to feel the sensation of free fall as the turbulent waves violently rock our boat and threaten to capsize it. I don't want to smudge my henna tattoo.

People's uniqueness are interesting. Some fear the loss of their lives right now. I fear for the loss of my electronic equipment. I'm glad I didn't bring my cam. Everything is wet.

This is so cool, it's like a roller coaster ride! I want to sit in front of the boat. Blah, the tattoo.

The waves are getting stronger! Woohoo! This is so fun! If we die, at least we die happy.

Why do people react the way the they do? Why do I react the way I do? Am I crazy? Yes I am.

My primary mode of thinking is the introverted thinking process. In situations like this, the thinking process silences my feeling and controls my inner world. I feel so calm right now. My extraverted intuition welcomes this novel experience with open arms.

I must learn not to rely solely on thinking though. The key to growth is balance. Over-analysis is bad. I tend to insult people with my analysis even if I'm just merely making a statement.

Scene 2: I'm back in Cebu. I'm blogging my experiences. Blogging random thoughts feels so natural. There's food in my cubicle. I forgot about it last week. Now it smells bad. It's almost 9:30am. I'll continue blogging later.