"...a blog is something one creates to share and get various perspectives on what ever the topic is all about ..." - RDM (Chat mate from YM YYY
I remember my nephew's pet fish "Dirty." She (we assumed it was a she) would always peer from her ceramic dilapidated castle to greet (it was more of a stare) whoever it was that happens to pass her glass bowl. It was like he fish-way of saying that "Hey, I'm here!" People are naturally like that also (which made me think of Dirty again-could it be n her past life, she was human? but that's in another post). They expect (or would secretly wish) that they be the center of attention or that their presence gets noticed in one way or another but in a more discreet way (personally, I think it comes naturally to a Filipino).
Blogs attend to that particular need in a way that a person becomes visible to other people virtually. One has the anonymity of the internet - thus, one can post in fantasies or some other perversion that in the real world, a person wouldn't do in actual life. Blogs are chronicles of a personal matrix that we want to be in or ar currently in (for those who are psychologically sound-but come to think of it, everybody has a nutty side). Bloggers describe the world in their own perspective and viewpoint and that they are really nothing more than human versions of "Dirty" - looking out from a limited space available and making conclusions out of what we experience or observe or assume to be.
I was a certified chronicler of my own life (is the term an autobiographer?). I've started writing diaries since I was 10 years old and so far, I had a pretty good view of my life from my perspective. The funny thing is that after transferring from 4 rented apartments and until we got to have our own house, I've never stopped writing my viewpoints and experience in a bound sheet of paper. Since it is a diary - complete with lock and key - it is meant for my eyes only. It was like I can be "ME" in my world - free from the prying eyes of people who would just spoil the fun and would censure thoughts that I actually do have at that moment. So it was bliss for me then. When I graduated from college, I got to experience the "REAL WORLD" and that began to take a toll on my writing.
When I started missing out on some real milestones, I began to feel frustrated. It was like I'm not living my life to the fullest and that maybe, just maybe, there is something in my life that I did not really think about that much which would cause a big impact to my future. Whenever I read my old journals, I feel like I'm transported back in time and that for a few minutes I become my old self - naive, trusting, positively beaming and untainted by the real world. It leaves a happy feeling and has a nice after feel that one is innately good, no matter how evil the deed one has done in the past.
This is my initial entry as a blogger and hopefully I get to share my thoughts and opinions here, not exactly the milestones that I record in my diary and I am looking forward to the readers/viewers opinions. This is the start of my exodus.
I remember my nephew's pet fish "Dirty." She (we assumed it was a she) would always peer from her ceramic dilapidated castle to greet (it was more of a stare) whoever it was that happens to pass her glass bowl. It was like he fish-way of saying that "Hey, I'm here!" People are naturally like that also (which made me think of Dirty again-could it be n her past life, she was human? but that's in another post). They expect (or would secretly wish) that they be the center of attention or that their presence gets noticed in one way or another but in a more discreet way (personally, I think it comes naturally to a Filipino).
Blogs attend to that particular need in a way that a person becomes visible to other people virtually. One has the anonymity of the internet - thus, one can post in fantasies or some other perversion that in the real world, a person wouldn't do in actual life. Blogs are chronicles of a personal matrix that we want to be in or ar currently in (for those who are psychologically sound-but come to think of it, everybody has a nutty side). Bloggers describe the world in their own perspective and viewpoint and that they are really nothing more than human versions of "Dirty" - looking out from a limited space available and making conclusions out of what we experience or observe or assume to be.
I was a certified chronicler of my own life (is the term an autobiographer?). I've started writing diaries since I was 10 years old and so far, I had a pretty good view of my life from my perspective. The funny thing is that after transferring from 4 rented apartments and until we got to have our own house, I've never stopped writing my viewpoints and experience in a bound sheet of paper. Since it is a diary - complete with lock and key - it is meant for my eyes only. It was like I can be "ME" in my world - free from the prying eyes of people who would just spoil the fun and would censure thoughts that I actually do have at that moment. So it was bliss for me then. When I graduated from college, I got to experience the "REAL WORLD" and that began to take a toll on my writing.
When I started missing out on some real milestones, I began to feel frustrated. It was like I'm not living my life to the fullest and that maybe, just maybe, there is something in my life that I did not really think about that much which would cause a big impact to my future. Whenever I read my old journals, I feel like I'm transported back in time and that for a few minutes I become my old self - naive, trusting, positively beaming and untainted by the real world. It leaves a happy feeling and has a nice after feel that one is innately good, no matter how evil the deed one has done in the past.
This is my initial entry as a blogger and hopefully I get to share my thoughts and opinions here, not exactly the milestones that I record in my diary and I am looking forward to the readers/viewers opinions. This is the start of my exodus.