Saturday, October 21, 2006
I can’t be a bitch, but I don’t want to be a hero.
Tere offered a perfect solution—non-action.
No solution has been so harsh and yet so simple. This is one of those times when silence is an ally.
***No more drunk blogging.Our desk ed in lifestyle has recently taken a new hobby—blogging.
I found it cute when he enthusiastically called me to his workstation to show something in his computer. It was his blog in all its self-titled glory. Like a kid who was given a new toy, he showed me that he could upload photos on his own—and oh look, it’s in Beta too!
That was a month or two ago, which in my flighty state of mind, a lifetime. It never occurred to him to ask if I have a blog so I didn’t tell him. But due to Pammy’s recent post, he found out.
I think it’s really very stupid for me to assume that no one can find out about this site. Who the hell am I kidding? This is the World Wide Web for crying out loud. You only have to Google my name and eventually my URL will pop out underneath all the articles I’ve written for our paper and my namesakes in Spain. If not, I could name at least 20 people I personally know who have linked me. Given that I’ve never changed my address since 2002, only the lazy will not be rewarded.
That’s like Hansel and Gretel leaving bread crumbs all the way to the witch’s house.
Basta! Since he found it, I’ll be more careful with what I write. I don’t mind people asking me personal questions that I’ve written in my site. But I will absolutely die if somebody corrects my grammar online!
And
Gibbsy Baby is one of the best nitpickers in the business.
He assured me that he won’t comment on my grammar. That he’s no “Grammar Nazi.” But still, waaah, I can’t help it.
So I won’t write when I’m high.
I won’t post an entry without reading it again at least once.
Ah basta, I’ll be careful.
Ummm…. Of course sa umpisa lang yan. Hehehe.
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