Facebook is Our Horcrux : Laugh and to Book Them All?

I have not used facebook in about 1 1/2 years. It's weird to think for anyone young and continually connected to ur peers can keep a second away from anyone. It's kinda like the Horcrux from Harry Potter, as you rip a part of your soul away in something seen everywhere. Sometimes i just love having the comfort of staying hidden.
Part of it is to save face to keep life off the web and more in RL. But its just weird when you make new friends and the new norm is now on the net. It makes me much paranoid when your everyone can find and watch you, as anyone can be the modern stalker!

Ummm... I have nothing against it or anything, nor do I want to be bias about the most fantasicist invention on the webs since the electronic sliced bread, but I guess I sometimes miss the old feel of the webs on the electronica, changing and worrying about the feel and look of a profile, the words posted on the others walls, and the other apps you can to play with you peers and friends. Maybe one side of it is Adapt or Die or some kind of nostalgia, but maybe i still feel strange going back to it. Like just leaving prison after living there your whole life. But only this is just a returning to an old one. One I left with good reason and no regrets or temptations. It's just a weird one.

300,000!

Box for Goose.

The Resurrection Finally Arrived.

They were the resurrection,
as the world will have some open ears for them.
I really missed John Squire and his elegant artwork.
It finally ends the 15 years of rumors,
recreated every month.
Final-effin'-ly.

American Graffiti.

Somewhere in the neighbourhood, comes birdbrain marking up the place with some pretty cool drawings and markings. I like to walk around those areas, humming the Jam's "Going Underground" cause sometimes I'd like to hide out with the underground scenes and be a part of something. But I rather just to watch it all.

We Won't Be Eating Our Own Animals.

Sexual Harrassment Panda.

Today's we have the bi-annual sexual harrassment meeting in the office today, in which all office people and crew have to go. In the first few minutes of the meeting, majority of the girls start looking me with this evil glare. The first thought that came to mind is "Why are all these girls trying to sex me with their eyes? This is a sexual harrassment meeting."

Good Ol' Maryknoll.

my alma mater.
looks like things haven't changed since I left.