Pagerank lost due to neglect

Last month I know I still had a pagerank, and I've became confident that it will not go away even if I neglected this site for all I care. But now, things are just different, my poor old site totally plummeted down the drain of the pagerank ladder, despite still having some good quality old backlinks.

I really don't know why for some reason I lost my pagerank again in google's last update, for I had abandoned all means of creating post that doesn't meet their webmasters guidelines. Nor do I have the inclination on doing the same again after my re-inclusion to google's indexes. But what had caused this dilemma?

I'm still searching the reason as why I lost my precious pagerank, but I end up really not knowing what had caused it. Maybe neglect on this site? Maybe some of my backlinks are gone? Maybe I'm penalized again? I really don't know. I'm just going to wait next update to see whether some of these instances are deemed correct so as for me to see what to do next.

Blog Update

It's like what?!, almost months since I decided to stop over here to update this antiquated site, and I'm too sad to say that it will remain the same old b-o-r-i-n-g site that you had come to know of. :(

Well, not so much, just to lighten up the mood, since I had decided that I may from time to time update it. Again. Not particularly the same-old-usual-habit of splurge posting, but just enough to keep it from being indexed by search engines.

I know, I need a lot of explaining to do as to how and why I ended up forgetting that I had a blog. But as time passes by, and the fad grows accustomed and acclimated to one's system then it's easier to just leave it all behind and begin a new and fresh start. I don't mean that I intend to leave this site, but I think I need to reinvent it all again to soothe my mood as of the moment.

Anyway, this is the first step. to update this site, and I hope I can still manage to keep it and my thoughts coming. :) So long... and wait for the next update. :) That is if I had the time. :(

Activists against Oil Price Hike: Opinion

Okay, this would be a super small rant post. I just need to voice out my opinion on this topic to soothe my annoyed nerves.

First and foremost issue to spare, a small (in)famous third world country like the Philippines, naturally doesn't produce oil for its consumption. Everybody knows this, this is a fact! Philippines doesn't have oil for consumption that is why it commissioned foreign explorer and discoverer to check whether there are oil reservoir in this country. Since this country doesn't have oil to use, ALL OIL COMPANIES STATIONED IN THIS COUNTRY IMPORTS ITS PRODUCTS for their consumers to use. So why do these activists force these companies to cut their prices down? Are these activists thinking or what? FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, THESE COMPANIES ARE ONLY BUYING THEIR COMMODITY ON THE WORLD MARKET, SO WHY PUT THE BLAME ON THEM!

If you activists wished that these oil prices would go down GO ON THE OIL PRODUCING COUNTRIES AND RALLY THERE. They're the one's imposing the price so GO THERE! Release all your grievances there. Period.

Second issue, if you activists hoped that these oil prices would somehow go down, demand the usurper's government TO REMOVE THE TAXES AND THE ROYALTIES IT TAKES FROM THESE PRODUCTS and see its effects on the whole economy as well.

Now I rest my case. You all make proper conclusions on this world problem.

blog things...

You Are in the Genital Stage of Development

According to Dr. Freud, you've reached the genital stage of development. Whatever issues you may have had in your childhood have been resolved. You don't have any hang ups, and you are able to function as a stable adult. You are the model of being well-adjusted, and you are able to balance your life beautifully.

What Freudian Stage Are You In?

A fight...

A fight that I will have to bear till the end.

Those thoughts race through my mind as the same scenario unfolds within my sight. For the fourth time, the same symptoms appeared, and again without any given warning. I don't know when or how these poor little fellows ever acquired the same illness that had risked their lives; two of them are now beside the omnipotent one.

It all started with a murky shade of mahogany puke, the same symptoms that keeps dreading me as I associated it with the impeding death of the victim. A slow death... a very slow painful death that causes you to keep on holding on, yet you feel helpless with each passing day even when you seek professional medical help and cure.

Prior the this latest incident, I had promised myself that I would not let let go of the third casualty, when the second one passed away, and God permitted that he stay with me up until today. But why repeat it the fourth time on another victim? I thought it ended when I had miraculously saved, with all my will, the third male casualty, but why again do I have to endure the same fright and tension on another one? Will this burden continue on? The burden of seeing someone special to you suffer and yet you feel helpless to the situation?

Seeking professional help seemed to be the viable option, however as I had observed it, instead of alleviating the pain, it aggravates it. I thought we made the wrong decision before on seeking advice on a practicing professional, which gave us the impression that he isn't qualified to any of such things. However changing doctors proved least about the said assumption, it happened again. I just hope and pray that it doesn't end the same way as the two of the victims I had witnessed.

Traffic Hazard: Jake Cuenca

Jake Cuenca's Bench billboards along EDSA or even in Rotonda are really hazardous to female and female-hearted male motorists alike. For my opinion, it would really insinuate a lot of traffic on the said roads, hence it's advisable if motorists just re-route and leave the said roads to be blocked by the aforementioned people. *insert grin here* It's not always that you can see a luscious body of a sassy young male wearing skimpy undergarments being exposed for you to salivate, right? *insert high pitched laugh here*

But does the said billboard matter? Of course it does! As a country "living in billboard hell", as Sen. Santiago once said, it does promote advertiser's products to the consumers even at the extent of selling sex as a commodity and much worse even causing eye strain and traffic to viewers looking at it; it really does matter. Imagine seeing Jake Cuenca wearing those skimpy undergarments, a lot of fans of the said actor would and definitely would buy the same type of products being endorsed.by him, even if the said viewer of the billboard is a female.

Anyway, what's the main reason why I'm blogging this about? My simple answer, I've seen the said billboard both at North Edsa, and another one near Guadalupe or Makati, and I can't help but stare at it. Just imagine if most motorist would stop by and stare at the said billboards, it would cause commotion and traffic that would entail a lot of distress to our poor traffic enforcers. More over I just don't see the point why advertisers makes huge billboards with sex as its theme background on it! Does sex themed things really produces a lot of money? (Edit: Just pondering over; how can you even sell undergarments without using it as a theme? Lol)

No offense to Jake Cuenca, but having that luscious and yummy body to die for being exposed on a billboard really causes a lot of eye strain.

can moths be really messenger from the dead?

Last time I had included in my post something about a moth as a messenger from the dead. Though again, I reiterate that the said notion doesn't have validity nor sources to back it up, since it's purely a Philippine folklore superstition passed on from word of mouth, I find it really weird since just two days ago another moth just flew inside the house.


The moth that flew inside the house was same as the picture above. I really don't know much about the said superstition but so far as I recalled it from past experiences, my mother used to tell me that somebody might be missing someone in the house, or that somebody might want to be remembered by someone that's why the moth had flew in.

However, I'm pondering whether it has some connection with people nearly or almost near in his or her death bed, just like the cat in the hospital as what Rich had written in her blog. Since, prior to the moth's appearance in our house, our family had already received a dreaded message stating that a relative had been hospitalized and in his critical stage, and when it (the moth) flew inside the house and stayed there for almost two days another message was received stating that one of my grandfathers, from my father's side had passed away already already, and just the same time I had found that the moth that had arrived in the house was also dead.

Quite shocking though, that the said message woke us up early in the morning. However, is it really coincidence that the moth's existence in our house suggests that somebody had been wished to be remembered before his or her death?

(Photo Courtesy of Teachernet and Wikipedia)

slipping moment

BLAG!

It's the only thing that I heard after I slipped directly to the floor, and now...

OUCH!

It hurts! It really hurts. I do hope nothing is fractured or damaged within my right arm, specifically my elbow, because I think it endured most of my weight as I slipped directly into the shiny floor.

Lesson learned: Never walk on shiny floors with damp feet, and better wear rubber slippers. Hay, why did I forget to wear my slippers at night while traversing the living room going directly to the scary spot the washroom, toilet or comfort room, whatever it is called!

(Photo courtesy of Istockphoto)

opportunity missed again!

Why do I find it hard to grab the opportunities being posted for Tuesday in the affiliate program that I belong to? Even if I tried my best to fearlessly be online for almost the entire day I always finds most of them taken and reserved by other members. Does that mean that better luck next time again?

Gosh... next week will be another week and another set of opportunities will be held up for grabs, and I hope that maybe I will be lucky enough to be one of the few who will have the said opportunity! I really needed to try my best from now on...

shoe sole damaged by cockroach!

I don't know if you're going to believe it or not, but the soles of my shoes, instead of the usual being worn out due to excessive friction to the ground, was eaten by hungry little creatures called cockroach! I never thought that cockroaches could eat synthetic rubber, but I know they feed most of the time in the crayons lying somewhere in the ground if it was left there by my beloved young brother. Since, once I pick them up after a day or so of finding the said crayons there were like little bites somewhere in the exposed parts of it. But to synthetic rubber used as soles of the shoes? It's really unbelievable.

Just imagine how shocked I was when I had already worn the shoes and was briskly walking inside the house to gather most of the things I needed when all of a sudden the right sole of the shoes was left lying in the spot I had walked on! What's really weird was that the damage cannot be seen from the outside of the soles, but instead from the inside.

Yes, I know we do have a lot of cockroaches coming from the outside of the house. Even if you cleaned the house fervently and used a lot of insecticides that really doesn't seem to kill foreign, neighborhood cockroaches, that scampers away exiting the house, they just keeps on coming back. So now, the collateral damage it brought - just eaten out the soles of my shoes. Wait till you see the damage it caused to it even if I really took care of it properly!

Now I'm thinking of buying another pair because the shoes are really unwearable, and I'm guessing that even Mr. Quickie has no option yet on how it will fix the said soles instead it might just say that I need to buy a new one.

Knights of Columbus: HOME WRECKERS!

Yes, read it right - HOME WRECKERS!

Much to my dismay but that is true. Instead of the spiritual formation that should be promulgated within and outside of the said group, lies, hearsay and addiction are the ones being evangelized!

What do you expect if that became the core of your familial affairs? Definitely instead of a strong communal bond within your family and the community you belong, disintegration occurs. It's like your family is a fragile thing easily breakable or better yet a hollowed wood too brittle to last to long enough to hold foundation.

I just don't know why our family ended up in this state. Who ever recruited my father to that rotten group; curse him for ruining our placid and harmonious lives! I shall never forget all this things, never in my entire living life!

I shall never forget how each and every ROTTEN member of the said organization who had influenced my father so badly, to ever tell lies to us their own family. I shall never forget how they influenced him to act against his will without thinking that his own family is at stake. I shall never forget how they all became HYPOCRITES who wears facades in order to hide their ROTTEN, and FILTHY state. I shall never forget how they learned to teach my father to blame us their family, instead of blaming those who had influenced him wrongly!

I shall never forget ALL THESE... NEVER!!!

opportunity missed

gosh... i just so hate it... i missed a huge damn opportunity in the affiliate network that i belong with. maybe i'll try and wait again some other time, but honestly i'm really disappointed!

i mean i should have reserved it, but i just can't understand the sequence of the codes to be placed for its reservation. oh damn i need eye glasses!

was life harsh on me?

Sometimes I think, was life harsh on me? Or I just missed a lot of opportunities it offered?

I just don't know; maybe both had occurred. Now I'm at lost, don't know where to start or where to begin. A direction-less human being that doesn't know what road to take!

But I still believe that this feeling would end, it just takes a matter of time though. I just need to know where I really should be heading, and from there I know I would grow and blossom to become a productive person.

Displayed here is my feelings of emptiness, psychologically what is called existential vacuum in Gestalt theory, I think. So far, my aim is to eradicate this type of feelings so as to live peacefully and sanely.

nightmares yet again: no interpretation?!

Well, its sick to be enduring all your fears alone, right? And so far, you can't even express it towards anyone. What would they do? What will they say? Would they comfort you or would they just stare at you blankly as if trying to say you're insane?

Yet, again I'm on to this sort, just blogging my fears aways...

I just couldn't comprehend why in the world it always have to occur every single waking and sleeping moments of my life. I know it's kind of an odd thing to just rant about all my fears including my nightmares, in this blog, but it's my only option. So please just bear with me.

Again, for the nth time in a row, I had dreamt of the same nightmare, same content, but different setting. I just hate it. I really do. Someone was really desperate enough to hunt me down in all of my dreams. I just simply hate it, cause all I can do was either hide, run and scream, and that person is always there following me.

Paranoia, yeah it may sound true, but I haven't had the slightest idea why it always recurred. I'll dig it out later on, try to focus and explain it psychologically, so that I can share it with you.

Anyway, I know a lot of psychologists (4C-Psy) who are reading this, friends, I need to talk to you now.

inspiration needed!

scars
jaycee bien

Caught in a past love, whining, wishing, pleading.
Left in the current, washed away by the flow.
Tears trickling, looking beyond the sky, needing.
Am I not worth your love? Asking the stars aglow.

Am I just that silly pretending or just too naive?
Let alone tricked by your selfish intent!
Cursed by your ways; broken by your lies in an eve
full of false hopes and desires; all invent!

Still, I'm here, struggling with the pain you'd left,
hoping that someday these wounds would heal,
and the scars' the only ones left,
to be reminisced, devoid of emotion to feel.

This is my final attempt (yet hopefully not the last) to make a poem after all the inspirations flew away with the wind, as Mr. Roda words continued to resound in my head. I felt so scared of holding a pen and paper just to pour out all my thoughts on it; just to prove myself that I will never end up like him. And cruel him, he even affected my sketching skills! Now, I think, my skills are all rusting out. Thanks to him!

Anyway, I think, I just needed a new space, a new life, and a new inspiration, all for the benefit of improving myself. The poem in the right helped me so well before, but now its magic spell had finally ceased hold of my emotions. Though still I had no idea whoever wrote it, I would like to personally thank him/her for giving this to me, for it brought about fruitful years of penning poems that now I lost my touch with.

Anyway the poem above is dedicated to a friend. This is the only thing that I can give her to emphasize with her sufferings, cause I'm not physically present with her to grieve with all her hardships, and be one of the so called "crying shoulders".

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