Old Blog: Geocities

As you know, Geocities is going out of commission soon. Mostly likely by the end of October, and for sure by the end of the year. In case you did not know, my second sites is with Geocities (after FortuneCity), and it will join my Siteburg page -- into the emptiness. Strange enough, FortuneCity is still standing.

Anyways, for record. The kind people of www.ararchive.org has record some of it:
http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.geocities.com/kainr2/kitt1.html

Photo Journey: A Past History

"They say it's 5 centimeters per second."
"Hmm... What's that?"
"The speed at which cherry blossom petals fall, 5 centimeters per second."

If you never watch the film, or understand the symbolism of cherry blossom petals falling, then you probably have no clue why I wrote that transcript, or what it means.

At any rate, I was doing another round trip around the neighborhood with my camera. This time to the San Marino city. The quiet, scenic neighborhood is very peaceful. It is a great place to own a house. However, the odd of it happening required at least one of these two conditions to happen:

• The price of the houses in this area falls by 75% of the current price.
• I become a millionaire from the Super Lotto (a definitely potential).
  

Unfortunately, these two options are not likely to happen anytime soon, so I have to settle with just watching and staring instead. After almost two hours of walking around the neighborhood, I decided to stop by a local drink store for a quick refreshment. The place is empty, except for the three teenagers that were playing card game on a table by the window. I look at the menu and waited from someone to take my order. No one. I waited for about a minute, before a young lean woman came out. At first sight, her face definitely looks familiar, but my brain did not click right away. This the effect of not seeing someone for ten years.

"Kittipong!?"

"Yeah."

"You remember me?"

A moment of thought, "Of course."

"Remember my name?" She picked up something behind the counter.

"Sandy, right?" I said instinctively.

Fortunately enough, my brain did not failed me this time. To be honest, if she didn't said my name first, I might not be able to recall her name. However, her voice just bring up the name. After ordering a cup of barley milk tea, we talked a bit about our lives after high school. About fifteen minutes later, few more customers came in. She went back to work and I decided to leave. We didn't really know each others very well back in school, but there is a good feeling when I see someone from the past. Even stranger, this store is about 100 feet from where I drove by nearly everyday. Talk about a lucky day.