Hundreds, but not thousands.
What you are looking at right now is not a mosaic of a blue-green-colored watermelon, nor is it a large pit of death of words. This is simply a word cloud, kinda similar to the tag/category cloud you see at the very bottom of this page, and its purpose is to highlight the words that are frequently used in a selection. The selection is - you’ve guessed it - everything in this site. I’m feeling narcissistic already. (Not the disease, but I really wouldn’t mind if I had one.)
This graphic is made on Wordle. (I’ve attributed you and your service now, so don’t cry - or run to your lawyers - about it anymore, okay? So we’re good?) It’s quite easy to manipulate the colors, text, things like that, so thank them for having the blue-green text of awesome right in front of your faces. Oh, and have you noticed the most frequently used word I’m using? Yeah. Now I can prove to others that I can sound like an L.A. dude, without being an L.A. dude! Like, it’s not obvious that I’m doing this for, like, a lot of times already. So interesting.
Going off topic here - but I’m doing this in the middle of a final examinations week. Who in the right mind, or with the [rare] common sense, would do such nonsense? That’s right - me. I’m born to do things with perfect timing. Or lack thereof.
And I’m taking back my first statement. It does look like a blue-green-colored watermelon.
Not today, sir. Not today.
Well, what do you know… I lied! I wasn’t lazy or tired, and there wasn’t even an end-of-the-world scenario! Basically, I was prevented by my parents to blog. 99% is because that it was already too late in the night to use the computer. 1% is because they consider 10pm to be late. I don’t blame them; technology like what we have right now doesn’t exist in the 70’s.
So, what did we do yesterday? Hmm… We went to Bataan for a swim. Yeah, that’s basically it. And yeah, we also went to Mt. Samat and revisited the “big-ass cross” building there. That’s 36 stories of pure concrete and busts. And I took pictures in the process. My sister hates my photography, but there are like, three pics here that are computer wallpaper-worthy. Thank God it was a really bright day. I got the pictures saved in iPhoto. All I need is the Flickr exporter, and you can all get a glimpse of my utter crap.
Oh, almost forgot, I also made a new chapter for Conscientious that day - in pen-and-paper form, of course. I encoded it this morning, and it’s now up in http://conscientious.vrve.net. (I can’t redirect it to the uni.cc one, since they’re in freakin’ maintenance.) I’ve also started on the next chapter (eighteenth) and it should be hopefully done by next week. Yes, not this week. I’m too damn busy.
I wonder why people don’t take their extra time to talk anymore? To be honest, my activity logs for all IM accounts have been empty, except for the people I talk with for design work. Sure, I’ve tried to talk to other people in my contact list, but they just reply for one, then ignore the second time. Why can’t they be like me? Oh sure, I’m often busy with almost every design work and school projects, but I still talk. And I’d often reply to every message I receive.
And they say that they text message people more than often. Well, I can boast this fact to all of you: I get three hundred messages for at least a year (two at most). Not because that I’m too conservative. As a matter of fact, before my credit automatically goes to zero after two months of loading to, I use it for visiting Internet sites during classes. It’s just because there’s no one sending messages to me. A lot of people know my other number (the Globe one), but still no. So, yeah, I threw the SIM card off.
Kinda like what happened to my Multiply account. I cancelled it for the exact same reason.
I can sort of feel Sir Marcos’ feeling of having zero communication, except for his DLSU email account. (Take note: He doesn’t even have a mobile phone.) Not the feeling of being far away from civilization, but the feeling of trying to be far away from worries.
Unless I’m in a good status in the future, I might do exactly what he’s doing.