Welcome to ROOM 037

I've been writing online since..... Well, for a while now.

Apart from a passing interest in Ikabud bubwit and other komiks magazine when I was a kid, I got my first real taste of bulletin boards and online magazine way back 1997. I've been on countless mailing lists, email forums, web forums, which I'm still on today. Since then I started to meat out my own feelings, I started to compose my own articles whether it is in tagalog or english (but I need Warly and Elaine for consultations). My passion for writings became my way of expressing ideas and sentiments in this struggling world we have. But luck with the experience, I continue this new found world of mine, my world into writing and then I came across on the idea of putting it on the web, in my own personal blog. Then I start thinking why I am doing this and what I wanted to get at here is why I'm getting at anything at all. Why am I writing here, out in the open, where everyone can see, and where spiders can come along and archive some of my articles for future generations?

Well, there's a couple of reasons.

First off, I just feel like I need to write. Both in the sense that there are words in my head that need to get out, and in the sense that I think it's a good way to express what i wanted to express, and to share those crowded ideas on my head. It's way too easy for me to sit back and just fall into intake mode. I get enough input as it is - books, movies, music, video games, not to mention all that time-sucking stuff out of whats happening everywhere. I could just sit back for a long time and chat until my ass hurt. And, you know, I do that, a lot. Eventually, that makes my brain all mushy, though, and when the time comes that I need to do something, it's hard to snap out of it and get motivated.

So, I write whenever I can; fun stuff, just to get something out there and make it go. I try to build things, maybe draw a little, but my talent in that area is just about zero, so I need to do something else. Hey, turns out I can write okay. So, I do that. I figure if I force myself to write just a little bit every day or so, I can keep the outflow valves on my brain a little better lubricated. Even if I'm just rambling away - much like I'm doing now - just the plain act of thinking a little bit and letting the words fall out of my fingers seems to help.

So, first reason: Practice Second : Experience Third: Evolved

Yes! i feel that im really in into freedom of expression. Well, we'll see how long that lasts, anyhow.
So, there you go. I don't know if that's too much information, or not enough, but I'm done typing for now. Hm. Still need to write something tonight, too. I guess I'm not done typing, after all.

Baket nga ba ako laging nagsesenti? Ewan ko di ko rin alam =)

Medyo namimiss ko ang Bus no. 16 at kasabay ng pagkamiss ko dito eh si Tintin (Christine Sacay - isang purchasing manager ng hyundai Mobis) na malimit ko makasabay sa bus na ito. Dito ko rin sya na meet nung minsang umuwi ako galing opis. Nakakpagsenti tuwing makakusap si Tintin, dahil muling bumabalik sa aking isipan ang ala-ala nung may trabaho pa ako. Pero sabagay may point din naman sya kung baket nga ba lagi akong magsesenti... enjoy life to the fullest kaso lang hindi na full ang bulsa ko ngekss. Namimiss ko rin ang Panchos mexican Restaurant na laging umaaliw saken tuwing katapusan at bagong sahod ( sarap kasing mag-isa dun). Pero ganito talaga ang buhay parang yung bagong awitin ni vhong navaro na Pamela one Pamela-mela one. Kaya malamang bibili ako ng OB mamaya at mag-iinum mag-isa ( Tintin inom naman tau hehehe)


Kaya sa kasintihan at ka-inartihan ng mundo ko ito ang para sayo.... Sana eh mawala na ang ganitong sirkulo ko, salamat nga pala kay Tintin at muli na naman niyang binuhay ang aking lumulubog na ispirito.

Sleepless in Seoul.........

Kanina habang nakatambay ako sa Peyups ay nakita ko yung bagong article ni Tembron na mas kilala sa mga weblog na Ederic Eder na tumatalakay sa "Being Twenty-Something " o yung tinatawag na "Quarter-life Crisis" . Hindi ko pa nababasa ang article na ito kaya sumisid agad ako sa Google para humanap ng kopya, at sobrang nakarelate ako nung mabasa ko . Natuwa ako sa artiks dahil madaming katanungan ang nabigyan linaw sa samut-saring engkwentro at mga bagay na malimit kong pagsentihan.

Being Twenty-Something

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.

You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now...

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones.
What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job. It is not evenclose to what you thought you would be doing or maybe it is, but the realization that you really are going to have to start at the bottom sets in.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all. You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life.

You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.

You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.