Look how misleading my blog can get

I clicked on my tracker to get a little feel of knowing something that others would not (although sharing it right now defeats the point), like the top secrets of Central Intelligence Agency agents or like surveillance cams on top of cashiers or like forensic scientists doing DNA tests plus fingerprinting, which by the way I have done just last summer, or just like having the fulfilling feeling of knowing something that others do not.

So as you can see (this time you may feel as if you're part of the highly kept-secret investigation), thousands of people google the weirdest searches ever, and almost ninety-nine percent of them gets fooled and clicks my blog. I guess only 1 out of the twenty found Google's popping out of my blog address useful.
And in statistics, this data set of sample size twenty could have been more precise and accurate and useful and reliable if the tracker had used stratified random sampling or clustered sampling or multistage sampling or whatever sampling such that whatever is not simple random.

I feel the need to explain the following keywords: archi stuff, Taco Bell architecture, "ask you a favor"/"One favor though," "Tim Andrew Torres Alabang," "Pangalan canal," "bansa ko mahal ko poem," "agimath," "swirly bitz," and "joji mendoza."

First off, swirly bitz. I did a senseless poem on "swirly bitz" which I gave to Muy mi amiga (ok, I should stop trying Spanish right now because I have no background whatsoever). It's also found somewhere within this blog, but if you haven't read it before, I suggest you don't try finding it because it has out-"Jabberwocky"-ed "Jabberwocky."

"Tim Andrew Torres Alabang" What the heck, Heck Tate? I've heard of Andrew Torreses in other countries but in Alabang? Never. So Tim is my friend. Andrew Torres is my best friend. And Alabang is where my brother lives when he stays in the Metro. See the connection? Haha.

"ask you a favor"/"one favor though" is one of my poems found in this blog. It is addressed to only one person when my emo-ness was optimally consuming me in my dreams, versus another poem, "to someones," which is directed to a lot of people. "to someones" is a million times better than "Can I ask you one favor though?"

So the archi stuff is a duhuh. The header says it all. Should I start changing it now? I only used archi stuff simply because when I started this blog I found inspiration in a wristwatch my dad gave me, on which was engraved the word "arkitekt." Plus the fact that the Architect's works are an amazement we should all say kudos to. I wonder if the Architect made blueprints of the stars, planets, bacteriophages and amino acid sequences, or if He did it without them.

Taco Bell Architecture is TBA. It is something we should all be wide-eyed at. Yehes, Taco Bell Architecture. The architecture of Taco Bell, of all the other fastfood chains. I really can't stop myself from laughing, why would someone want to search the architecture of Taco Bell? Is it that good? Because if it is, I'd probably blame my ignorance on the wonderful food they've got there.

JOJI MENDOZA is the celeb here. She's been searched thrice in a span of 11 days, probably by different people with different IP addresses. And I don't know why someone searching for Joji Mendoza is directed to my blog when her name isn't flashed a million times. Oh yeah, I remember. I made some poem entitled "isang tula para kay joji mendoza" in response to her "tula para kay ben lopez" (don't really remember the titles, haha). Moreover, she was a groupmate of mine in our Math proj during senior year, and our boardgame was entitled "Agimath" Yipee.

Two key phrases I cannot explain: "bansa ko mahal ko poem" and "pangalan canal"

What the Heck Tate is a pangalan canal? Hahaha.

And to close this post, I can say "architect guy drier" is the weirdest search ever. Pangalan canal comes in second because it still is somehow comprehensible, as opposed to an "architect guy drier," which I'm sure has a lame reason behind it. Maybe, the architect, a male, wants to be dry after hours of painstakingly sweaty work. Or maybe, there is a guy drier branded "architect," in which guys are dumped in like a dishwasher-drier.

One thing's for sure here though. My blog needs a makeover. Not the gay ones you see on TV but an organized and simpler and less misleading makeover (that I will never be able to do as Chemistry does not and will not permit me to do so).