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Being a writer, I believe that it doesn’t need anything about who excels in this field. Actually, the more you don’t know what to write, the more it will explode and you’ll realize that you actually in that magical inspiration that you would want to share it to everyone especially to yourself.

Sharing. Writing is sharing. It is like talking to someone. The only thing is that you are actually writing. I am grateful that technology is on its way to touch the future — they have intoduced ‘blog’.
Me. Opening my heart, my head, my soul in this gift.

Advantage. Its democratic, to the fact that internet era is one of the most essentials of life. True. Plus, blogs are free!!!

In the world of blog, you discover that you can actually write. One way of achieving your dream on becoming an editor, columnist, reporter, novelist, critic and whatever you would want to put in that sense. This will also determine the *blogee’s* personality, faith, belief, opinion, creativity and views on his chosen subject. You can tell stories, news, reviews, dreams, wishes, good or bad. Put your pictures, unexpected moments. Whew! Sarap!

I find it as a form of arts and literature. Obviously,its *writing*. But of course, most us *blogees* doesn’t care. Even I, at the start, do not mind if its part of literature or not.

Disadvantage. December 2006, when I had a conversation with a friend. I told him that blogging can make you a hypocrite. The reason — usually, we share only about the good. Things that can please readers but not us. We have this *real* to share but because of the fact that some readers will able to visit our blog, some may criticize, correct us and will find us ineffective. Most of our *real* perspectives, views are eliminated and are changed, turned out as bogus just to give satisfaction to our readers.

Hmm.. Well, that is one way to use literature.

But blog, its yours, its you. We can be anonymous, we can be we, and we can be some persona in which we can hide and perhaps, live.

I won’t stop writing. It can free me.

Now, I’m bored *hohum*

Decisions that I have made in my life. Overflowing with joy, dancing with stars, singing with no voice. But with these things, conflicts and disagreements with the one very close to my existence started to flow.

Last night, I am exhausted from work. I walked tiresome to my room, shut the door, turned off the lights, laid my lazy back in bed, hugged my pillow tight, slowly closed my eyes.

Suddenly, my door was carefully opened by someone I hardly even recognized, maybe I am such a slothful to see who it was. He tiptoed beside me, gingerly not to wake me up. He brushed my lousy hair in my restless face. He stared at me long enough just to make sure that I inherent almost everything about him. He suddenly kissed me on my cheek. He kissed me as if it was a kiss that tells me that he doesn’t want to give me to anyone. A selfish kiss. A kiss that I’ve felt when I celebrated my 2nd birthday. A kiss, that while i am in the peak of traveling in my dreams, it suddenly pulls me into him. But as stubborn girl as I always was. I pretended not to notice it and that I’m sleeping like a log.

It was the sweetest kiss. Short, sweet kiss. Full of love from someone I am grateful for the rest of my life.

That kiss. My papoi’s kiss.

In a place that no one knows you, no one even wants to talk to you, no one would want to destroy you. That place, I want to go. Even for just a day.

Those words..
I want to run away..
I don’t want to see you
to talk
to look into your eyes
to feel the warmth of your embrace,
smell the scent of your never ending promises.

When I finally found..
Why are you leaving?
Did I really found it?
Or this is just an illusion.
An imaginary game of reality.

I will just have to let you fly.
I am not hoping that you will fly back.
Just fly.

Not hoping…
But Waiting…
Still…

I don’t know why.
You were there.
I never wanted this feeling and you came then
poof! It became koko crunch!

Times like this,
I need my sunshine.