coming home

Friday --- the DAY!

I'm coming home to Zamboanga this friday. Me excited? You bet! I'm excited about a lot of things. First, there's this house-hunting agenda I have in mind. I really wanted a place of my own. The thought of picking paint colors or curtains makes me so alive I can even smell and touch it. I used to dream of an average-sized blue house made of wood with trees lining the perimeter, some plants yeah (i'm never really into gardening but i like flowers), a veranda where I can put a swing and a bedroom where I can lock myself. Hay.. home sweet home.

I'm also excited to meet my old friends (who refuse to be labeled as "old" friends). I miss the work room. I miss robuks. I miss going to mass on sundays... and yes, there's bebet, my bebet. How else can I write without sounding so mushy and lovestruck? hehehe.

For those who have known me, bet and i come a long way. He's way different from the bebet I had a crush on back in college. He has grown now to a man who have come to achieve a passion. A lot of people say he looks different now. When we talk over the phone or even spend the day texting, he seems different. His priorities have changed. But I can't get enough. I need to see, hear, smell, touch, feel and taste the man my bebet has become. I am thankful that through the years and against odds, we stayed the best of friends (and lovers!).

I really can't wait to come home!

Oh! And yes, there's the thesis project. I need to come home. Oh well.

selling the drama

My interest on blogs was born from a friend's similar interest. Although, his interests were more academic than mine (yes Pau, i'm referring to you *winks*). I thought of merely venting out my unspoken bliss (or the lack of it) initially as is so many other blogs. Curious, I later tried to experiment on some other productive things like adsense (see link above this post, go get one!). To make sense of adsense, I worked on broadcasting my blog to my small circle of yahoo friends to create traffic. But it wasn't enough. I must, I must! I went site-seeing among famous money-maker blogs and here's what I found.

There are two types of blogs I've read so far: the specialized and the personalized. Specialized blogs are those service-types that provide you with useful information, related links or web services similar to a dot com. They are special because they require special skills (or knowledge, so to speak). Personalized blogs, on the other hand, are those that serve as dump sites of human drama that the author would like to get published. If your blog is specialized, and the service high, you click. I, being a personalized blogger, need to work double time to get the needed traffic.

What I learned so far is that readers (and I mean blog readers) are mostly interested and attracted to blogs that are inclined to the bitter drama of life. My theory was proven when Carlo, a webbie by heart, referred me to a high-income personal blog. Now you're interested! (No, I won't tell you. Period.) In those blogs, expletives abound more than the articles the and an. Words that sound-and-feel-like fuck such as suck are used to describe the human drama. I am not being righteous or anything. It's just sad to see life described as such. Not to mention, make money out of it.

Our natural interest in bitterness reflects the life we live (just another theory). I tend to be cynic-skeptic at times. And yes, I like reading "bitter" blogs. But I hate living with it for the rest of my dear, precious life. Having said that, I say goodbye to the sought "traffic".

I shall not succumb to my angst-ridden emotion. Nor shall I infect other people by IT. For the meantime, IT shall remain an old rag somewhere in the corners of my inner umphh. Until the time I can use IT to wipe someone else's sorry ass (oooops, I shall not want!).

You see, a long time ago, I made myself a promise. I decided to be happy. Even if that means I will not be able to sell this drama. Heck! I will have to be contented with my initial blogging purpose then --- to vent out my bliss or attempts to have one.

Be happy people! Life rocks!

picture perfect

beautiful memories flashing back... nice noh? i made this using picasa. it's a photo software from google. easy as 1-2-3. 'twas fun doodling around old pics. hehehe...

what's even more interesting with picasa are the tools to quick-enhance pictures. since i don't have photoshop, this works well for me.

and oh, it creates movie-like presentation too. sweet.

there's a link in this page for picasa download. just above this post. hmmm... i know you want one.

the power of choice

Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means you've decided to see life beyond the imperfections. When you say happy, it doesn't mean everything is alright. Be happy because while a lot of things suck, you're doing just fine.

No, these aren't my words. Some brilliant mind thought of them and cared to pass them around. What really striked me is how choice and decision can change our perception of life.

Every now and then, we battle against pros and cons, needs and wants, love and hate. At the end of the day, it boils down to decisions --- hasty or not. Even the decision to remain happy is a choice we make.