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I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is

not hate - it’s apathy. It’s not giving a damn.

Leo Buscaglia

I’ve always been such an enthusiast about life. Work is a different story. It gives me a lot of sighs lately. Maybe when you lose it, you lost it. Things are different now. Maybe I am different. Maybe I am this guy who is thirsty and  wants to get some more coffee. It wasn’t spilled. It’s flowing right down on him - voluntarily.

I’ll go grab some cup of joe.

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I’m moving forward.

… what I am feeling right now

“Coffee is a lot more than just a drink. It’s something happening, an event, a place to be somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, not in actual hours or minutes, but in a chance to be yourself, and have a second cup.”

- Gertrude Stein

Have you ever wonder what you look like while you are sleeping? Yeah yeah, of course most of us will giantly say that we are definitely having our eyes shut down. Some simply lie on their back, some snoring, some are sitting with their favorite cups perfectly switch on their fingers, some are standing in a rolling train and will wake up in an instant when they are about to step on their designated stations. Tell you, there are about a hundred gestures on how we sleep.

You see, I was minding my own business one afternoon while we are spending our holiday in Batangas. Here I have all my time to relax and unwind. Then, boooom! The last thing I remember was, I was reading a book.

Fast forward a month later, Cha (my cousin) and I met up in a family gathering. I got nothing to do so I scanned her mobile’s picture gallery and found myself in a perfect way how to describe myself how I sleep. Here!

I thought it was funny. She thought it was hilarious.  Cha, thought I was sacredly reading. Then she found out my biggest lie. I was sleeping like a mad dog, my thumb serves as the bookmark in my leaf page and the weird thing is that my feet are not resting! They are perfectly and happily lying up. Ugh. Weird eh?

Places I want to visit. No definite date. But time. And parent’s consent

• Honda Bay, Palawan

• Camiguin Island, Misamis Oriental

• Sagada, Mountain Province - Take two!

• Pinatubo, Zambales

• Bohol, Tagbilaran

• Caramoan Peninsula, Camarines Sur

• Batanes, Cagayan

• Coron, Palawan

• Siargao, Suriago del Norte

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*