When I was 10
I was approximately 6 years old when i first heard the
tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuututututututut....
tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuututututututut....
of dial-up.
My dad didnt exactly tell me how to set-up the dial-up connection, nor did he actually tell me how to start up Netscape or whatever. I do remember though, that i indiat sat on our super hard wooden chair and made a lot of paint creations that resemble that of Picasso's works.
Something like this. Hahaha. I remember I was so proud I made all the things I did like that our computer's wallpaper.
And all the 50++ computers in the Comp Lab.
And I was 6 then.
I also remember, that dial-up was still so super slow, I had to poop to prevent myself from clicking a link multiple times before it loads. I especially had to do this when I wanted to surf playhousedisney. It just took so painfully long to load Bear in the Big Blue House or Rolly Polly Ollie.
I had to blame our isp back then. It was unheard of, and it possessed a tiny land in our neighborhood to set-up a quote-unquote office. It was called Pisay Online. I have no idea if it's affiliated with my sister's high school back then.
She never did answer my question.
Anyway, back to when I was 6. I was 6 when I watched Telletubies. I remember I DREADED the opening song just because of the baby. God I feared that laugh. That crazy hypnotic laugh that sent chills up my spine.
And I remember I felt that when I was 6. I hated that baby. It was so happy, and it was living inside the sun. Or rather, i thought, it WAS the sun. Crazy.
I remember I was 6 when I had so much fun saying
Tinky Winky-wet
Dipsy-wet
Lala-wet
Ang
Po-WET.
HAHAHAH.
Or there's an even more sacrilegious version of the jingle.
Tinky Winky-ki
Dipsy-Ki
Lala-Ki
aaang
Po-KI!
HAHAHAHAHA. And I felt so cool when I said that. Just because I can. I also remember that I had to spell out bad words when I REALLY had to say them. Something like
TCHER! ANG T-A-N-G-A LANG PO TALAGA NIYA. *sabay turo*
Although I dont remember saying it directly to a teacher. I do remember mumbling it when all the super tall grade sixers would trample us in OUR corridor during OUR recess with OUR milk cartons and OUR lugaw.
I hated them grade sixers.
I never thought I'd be one myself. I never thought I'd grow -that- tall and big.
and
bully-strong.
Actually, I just looked up Teletubbies and Bear in the Big Blue House to see if I was six when i watched them. Turns out they aired the shows 1997. So that makes me four.
Wow.
what a smart kid i was. =))
Well, so anyway.
When I was four, I collected all the jelly ace cups I could. When I was four, my brother and I drew the curtains during the afternoons in the sala so we can lie down on the carpet to watch real Hanna Barbera cartoons, ie Droopy, the Flintstones, The Jetsons.
Btw,
My parents originally wanted to call me Elroy when I was conceived. They thought I would be a he.
Cool name though. I'couldve been a Jetson. :)
When I was eight, I remember I had a fist fight with one of my classmates in Grade three. I was having quality time with myself and my balloon. I remember it was afterclass hours and I had a helium-inflted balloon that I punched upwards as long as it doesnt hit the floor. The objective was the balloon shouldnt hit the floor.
Unfortunately, that stupid guy who later on shit his pants in school 2 grade levels after, umepal at sinuntok rin ung balloon ko.
then it fell on the floor.
I punched him, he cried.
What a pity. @_@
When I was ten, I remember I ran after a person with scissors just to extort from him the newest K-Zone Edition. I remember the look on his face when I did that. I remember he was laughing and i thought he was having fun so i continued to chase him with scissors every time he brought with him a new K-Zone issue. He stopped bringing his K-zones after about three consecutive months of being chased by a crazy fat girl with scissors out to get your shiny new issue.
I also remember this was the year I read the Da Vinci Code. I also put up a revolution against our gay math teacher that time just because he had a lisp and he wiped his weird body parts with his hanky during class because of the intense heat in our classrooms.
I remember i didnt learn anything from him. but I do remember he danced Mr. Suave well. and he actually kind of looked like a Mr. Suave.
Back to when I was 6. That was the time I created my very first e-mail address. It was yahoo (because there werent anything else good at that time) and i named it
iceblueeyes@yahoo.com for the character in Samurai X. I forgot his name basta super crush siya ni Misao. and super crush ko rin siya nun.
Anyway
I registered for Philippine Ragnarok Online with that e-mail address. And I remember my character's name was
My_Hero. A measly level 15 archer with a smile mask on, sniping on Condors at the map beside Morroc.
I remember I watched Studio Ghibli productions when I was 8, and changed that e-mail address to Hamster_hime@yahoo.com in reverence of Mononoke Hime. :)
And in memory of all the hamsters I cared for (5 in total).
I loved you and will always love you Balls, Plue, Plue the Second, Brownies, and oh no i forgot the other one @_@.
So, to the main point of the post. I'm sorry I digress a lot. :D
When I was 10, I signed up for friendster, myspace, and xanga, and a .tk domain, and everywhere else the great Erika Jean can set-up camp and campaign to the whole world how awesome she is.
And she does that
with pictures like this:
all i have to say is
OMG NAKAKAHIYA. NAKAKAHIYA NAKAKAHIYA.
Me and my roomate have been reminiscing about our childhood of beyblades, daimos, akazukin chacha, tekken, failed attempts at sipa, zenki, food beside/across the school (eg. mikmik, the quote ice cream unquote in a tube, haw flakes, haw haw, jungle bubblegum, etc)
and we looked at our old myspace accounts.
Sobrang nagtawanan kami when we saw all the pictures that we had. I remember i took this photo when I was in Grade 6 while I was waiting for my mom in the car. She was doing rounds sa LBDH so I had nothing else to do but sit in the car and wait for her.
And practice vanity at such a young age.
Stupid VGA cameras not enhancing the smoothness of my skin when I was grade 6. :))
Anyway, the initial reaction, of course, was to take everything down and delete the accounts that we left behind as we grew up. To delete all possible evidence of childhood follies, unique idiosyncracies, quoted books and authors, StiCky CaPs oF tHe NoT sO DisTanT PaST, and other nonsense that can bring me down if ever someone sues me and they stumble upon racist comments or psuedo-intellectual entries of our tender impressionable brains.
and of course,
our full-of-self mentality that we were young
and we were there.
We were young, we were there at such an early age. We were the youngest to show up in Ragnarok Botting Communities. Youngest fan to actually moderate an international Tom Cruise Forum. Youngest in all aspects.
The not so silly children of the internet where we might as well be FBI agents undercover to catch all the internet predators (which I have to add were fictional back then).
So the easiest way out, of course, was to delete.
Delete the evidence of us having ever been there.
My roomate did.
But I didnt.
[erratum: MY roomate DID NOT delete her myspace]
Why should I be ashamed of who I was when in fact I still grew up into such a beautiful and renaissance of a lady I am now.
=))
Ok throw rocks now.
Anyway, back to the point. How can I hate this?
<<<<
How can I be ashamed of something so innocent and funny at the same time. Ewan ko. I will never delete the internet cookies I left in millions of wasted bandwidth.
Won't delete the labored CSS codes made in notepad.
Won't delete the pictures crudely editted in paint.
If history were to be written, of course I wouldnt be in it.
You wouldnt be significant.
But at least, once here in the internet, I once held the record of being the Youngest. Of posing for overly-used angles just to look pretty and so people would add me.
To all the unknown friends I had in Myspace and in Friendster, hello.
Although everything is as abstract as a kilobyte or a simple byte, even if all the records of my humanity and individuality can be summed up by google by a simple search of keywords and later be deleted by just a click of a mouse, it still exists.
I existed.
Not in print,
but in forms of binary and in forms of bytes.
Not in concrete.
But at least.
When the world ends in 2012 ( i kind of believe it will na o: ), no one would matter anyway.
So if this is all I have to serve proof of my existence here in the world of electronics and ones and zeroes and ones, then by all means I wont delete it.
No matter how embarassing.
HELLO HIGHER LIFE-FORMS.
I keep on digressing.
Brain and consciousness, please cooperate.
tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuututututututut....
tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuututututututut....
of dial-up.
My dad didnt exactly tell me how to set-up the dial-up connection, nor did he actually tell me how to start up Netscape or whatever. I do remember though, that i indiat sat on our super hard wooden chair and made a lot of paint creations that resemble that of Picasso's works.
Something like this. Hahaha. I remember I was so proud I made all the things I did like that our computer's wallpaper.
And all the 50++ computers in the Comp Lab.
And I was 6 then.
I also remember, that dial-up was still so super slow, I had to poop to prevent myself from clicking a link multiple times before it loads. I especially had to do this when I wanted to surf playhousedisney. It just took so painfully long to load Bear in the Big Blue House or Rolly Polly Ollie.
I had to blame our isp back then. It was unheard of, and it possessed a tiny land in our neighborhood to set-up a quote-unquote office. It was called Pisay Online. I have no idea if it's affiliated with my sister's high school back then.
She never did answer my question.
Anyway, back to when I was 6. I was 6 when I watched Telletubies. I remember I DREADED the opening song just because of the baby. God I feared that laugh. That crazy hypnotic laugh that sent chills up my spine.
And I remember I felt that when I was 6. I hated that baby. It was so happy, and it was living inside the sun. Or rather, i thought, it WAS the sun. Crazy.
I remember I was 6 when I had so much fun saying
Tinky Winky-wet
Dipsy-wet
Lala-wet
Ang
Po-WET.
HAHAHAH.
Or there's an even more sacrilegious version of the jingle.
Tinky Winky-ki
Dipsy-Ki
Lala-Ki
aaang
Po-KI!
HAHAHAHAHA. And I felt so cool when I said that. Just because I can. I also remember that I had to spell out bad words when I REALLY had to say them. Something like
TCHER! ANG T-A-N-G-A LANG PO TALAGA NIYA. *sabay turo*
Although I dont remember saying it directly to a teacher. I do remember mumbling it when all the super tall grade sixers would trample us in OUR corridor during OUR recess with OUR milk cartons and OUR lugaw.
I hated them grade sixers.
I never thought I'd be one myself. I never thought I'd grow -that- tall and big.
and
bully-strong.
Actually, I just looked up Teletubbies and Bear in the Big Blue House to see if I was six when i watched them. Turns out they aired the shows 1997. So that makes me four.
Wow.
what a smart kid i was. =))
Well, so anyway.
When I was four, I collected all the jelly ace cups I could. When I was four, my brother and I drew the curtains during the afternoons in the sala so we can lie down on the carpet to watch real Hanna Barbera cartoons, ie Droopy, the Flintstones, The Jetsons.
Btw,
My parents originally wanted to call me Elroy when I was conceived. They thought I would be a he.
Cool name though. I'couldve been a Jetson. :)
When I was eight, I remember I had a fist fight with one of my classmates in Grade three. I was having quality time with myself and my balloon. I remember it was afterclass hours and I had a helium-inflted balloon that I punched upwards as long as it doesnt hit the floor. The objective was the balloon shouldnt hit the floor.
Unfortunately, that stupid guy who later on shit his pants in school 2 grade levels after, umepal at sinuntok rin ung balloon ko.
then it fell on the floor.
I punched him, he cried.
What a pity. @_@
When I was ten, I remember I ran after a person with scissors just to extort from him the newest K-Zone Edition. I remember the look on his face when I did that. I remember he was laughing and i thought he was having fun so i continued to chase him with scissors every time he brought with him a new K-Zone issue. He stopped bringing his K-zones after about three consecutive months of being chased by a crazy fat girl with scissors out to get your shiny new issue.
I also remember this was the year I read the Da Vinci Code. I also put up a revolution against our gay math teacher that time just because he had a lisp and he wiped his weird body parts with his hanky during class because of the intense heat in our classrooms.
I remember i didnt learn anything from him. but I do remember he danced Mr. Suave well. and he actually kind of looked like a Mr. Suave.
Back to when I was 6. That was the time I created my very first e-mail address. It was yahoo (because there werent anything else good at that time) and i named it
iceblueeyes@yahoo.com for the character in Samurai X. I forgot his name basta super crush siya ni Misao. and super crush ko rin siya nun.
Anyway
I registered for Philippine Ragnarok Online with that e-mail address. And I remember my character's name was
My_Hero. A measly level 15 archer with a smile mask on, sniping on Condors at the map beside Morroc.
I remember I watched Studio Ghibli productions when I was 8, and changed that e-mail address to Hamster_hime@yahoo.com in reverence of Mononoke Hime. :)
And in memory of all the hamsters I cared for (5 in total).
I loved you and will always love you Balls, Plue, Plue the Second, Brownies, and oh no i forgot the other one @_@.
So, to the main point of the post. I'm sorry I digress a lot. :D
When I was 10, I signed up for friendster, myspace, and xanga, and a .tk domain, and everywhere else the great Erika Jean can set-up camp and campaign to the whole world how awesome she is.
And she does that
with pictures like this:
all i have to say is
OMG NAKAKAHIYA. NAKAKAHIYA NAKAKAHIYA.
Me and my roomate have been reminiscing about our childhood of beyblades, daimos, akazukin chacha, tekken, failed attempts at sipa, zenki, food beside/across the school (eg. mikmik, the quote ice cream unquote in a tube, haw flakes, haw haw, jungle bubblegum, etc)
and we looked at our old myspace accounts.
Sobrang nagtawanan kami when we saw all the pictures that we had. I remember i took this photo when I was in Grade 6 while I was waiting for my mom in the car. She was doing rounds sa LBDH so I had nothing else to do but sit in the car and wait for her.
And practice vanity at such a young age.
Stupid VGA cameras not enhancing the smoothness of my skin when I was grade 6. :))
Anyway, the initial reaction, of course, was to take everything down and delete the accounts that we left behind as we grew up. To delete all possible evidence of childhood follies, unique idiosyncracies, quoted books and authors, StiCky CaPs oF tHe NoT sO DisTanT PaST, and other nonsense that can bring me down if ever someone sues me and they stumble upon racist comments or psuedo-intellectual entries of our tender impressionable brains.
and of course,
our full-of-self mentality that we were young
and we were there.
We were young, we were there at such an early age. We were the youngest to show up in Ragnarok Botting Communities. Youngest fan to actually moderate an international Tom Cruise Forum. Youngest in all aspects.
The not so silly children of the internet where we might as well be FBI agents undercover to catch all the internet predators (which I have to add were fictional back then).
So the easiest way out, of course, was to delete.
Delete the evidence of us having ever been there.
My roomate did.
But I didnt.
[erratum: MY roomate DID NOT delete her myspace]
Why should I be ashamed of who I was when in fact I still grew up into such a beautiful and renaissance of a lady I am now.
=))
Ok throw rocks now.
Anyway, back to the point. How can I hate this?
<<<<
How can I be ashamed of something so innocent and funny at the same time. Ewan ko. I will never delete the internet cookies I left in millions of wasted bandwidth.
Won't delete the labored CSS codes made in notepad.
Won't delete the pictures crudely editted in paint.
If history were to be written, of course I wouldnt be in it.
You wouldnt be significant.
But at least, once here in the internet, I once held the record of being the Youngest. Of posing for overly-used angles just to look pretty and so people would add me.
To all the unknown friends I had in Myspace and in Friendster, hello.
Although everything is as abstract as a kilobyte or a simple byte, even if all the records of my humanity and individuality can be summed up by google by a simple search of keywords and later be deleted by just a click of a mouse, it still exists.
I existed.
Not in print,
but in forms of binary and in forms of bytes.
Not in concrete.
But at least.
When the world ends in 2012 ( i kind of believe it will na o: ), no one would matter anyway.
So if this is all I have to serve proof of my existence here in the world of electronics and ones and zeroes and ones, then by all means I wont delete it.
No matter how embarassing.
HELLO HIGHER LIFE-FORMS.
I keep on digressing.
Brain and consciousness, please cooperate.