{"id":177,"date":"2001-10-12T17:22:51","date_gmt":"2001-10-13T01:22:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=177"},"modified":"2009-08-14T18:13:14","modified_gmt":"2009-08-15T02:13:14","slug":"dont-let-me-forget-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2001\/10\/12\/dont-let-me-forget-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Don&#8217;t let me forget again"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>it is just the internet. there is more to life than &#60;href&#62;s and &#60;p&#62; tags, titles and teasers, comps and sitemaps. if a line break breaks the page, it is not the end of the world. <!--hell, even if the site doesn't launch on time, it is not the end of the world.--><\/p>\n<p>i have been so wrapped up in work, and i have let it get to me &#8212; i&#8217;ve found myself becoming bitter and drab and just plain horrid. i don&#8217;t know what is going on in our world right now. i don&#8217;t even know what is going on in my <a href=\"javascript:alert('hello, life? are you still there? please come back! i was enjoying you.');\" title=\"footnote\">life<\/a>. <!--p.s. you know it's a bad sign when you start saying 'home' when you mean 'work.'--><\/p>\n<p>i vaguely remember a wonderful sunday brunch, though. i remember being poured a mimosa and kicked out of my kitchen so that two lads could play iron chef. i remember the smell of blueberry muffins and fresh coffee. i remember the sun flooding into my dining room and lighting up our day.<\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/today.maganda.org\/jpg\/brunchyeric.jpg\" border=\"0\" width=\"100\"> <img src=\"http:\/\/today.maganda.org\/jpg\/brunchystella.jpg\" border=\"0\" width=\"100\"> <img src=\"http:\/\/today.maganda.org\/jpg\/brunchyseth.jpg\" border=\"0\" width=\"100\"><\/p>\n<p>it feels so long ago, but it was just last weekend, and suddenly, it&#8217;s the weekend again. it&#8217;s kind of scary, how that happens. how time just disappears. this weekend, i&#8217;m working some more, but i won&#8217;t let it get the best of me. there may not be another lovely brunch, but there will be something else, something to make me smile, something that reminds me that i am alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>it is just the internet. there is more to life than &#60;href&#62;s and &#60;p&#62; tags, titles and teasers, comps and sitemaps. if a line break breaks the page, it is not the end of the world. i have been so wrapped up in work, and i have let it get to me &#8212; i&#8217;ve found [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/177"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=177"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/177\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1274,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/177\/revisions\/1274"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=177"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=177"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=177"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}