the chronicle of an e-gadget afficionado

Cell phone, ipod, pocket pc, laptop, camcorder, mp4, mobile tv, gameboy, portable dvd (name it, the 21st century have it) has twisted a modern addictive traditions of communication and even entertainment in the contemporary society, with just one click. Let’s face the fact that electronic gadget nowadays has created a prominent circulation in every corner of the earth. Add to the fact that even juvenile masters a “click” on every keypad of its parts (especially gameboy which makes it hard for me to control my younger bro from playing). Now I have to blame myself.

Well in my case, e-gadgets has been my favorite artifacts (as if I have loads of cash to buy them. How I wish). You can’t blame me coz im a real vanity-sinner. At first, I don’t have any idea how to manipulate such piece of art. It’s as if im living in a different world. A “gadget shock” perhaps, “walang ganyan sa aming isla” was all I could say, haha! I can still remember my very first gadget, Nokia5110i. That was year 1998. Remember the antenna projecting on it? Haha! My cousin used to tease me that my cell phone looks like a chocolate bar and i-com in one. Hehe… I don’t care as long as I can send text messages to my loved ones and practice my megawatt smile at the same time. Then everything will be okay. But I never regard myself as a text maniac. Nope it’s not me (how about you? Hehe).

Psychologically speaking, i cannot live without my cell phone. It’s as if it’s been a part of my everyday routine, in my daily activities (lakwatsa, school, gym, etc.), and even for sensory gratification (music, videos, images, etc.). I guess gadget causes vanity or self-importance I should say. If you’re a 100% certified-serial-vanity-sinner, you’re in luck because gadget takes self-importance to a whole new intensity. Now tell me, can you spend your life without cell phone even for a day? I don’t think so (especially those who are unlimited text fanatics). Nyahaha!

Now heres a tip of advice from your not-so-important-blogger: For those who are planning to have some gadget collection (especially those with monthly earnings and certified vain, nyehehe), as what they say, “if you’re going to spend your savings on a brand new widget, be sure that you’re investing in a state-of-the-art style icon rather than a showroom dummy”. Surely, gadget makes the world go round.

Paningit: walkman, where art thou?

the rise of shakespeare wannabe

I always desire to be a poet, a calibrated versifier perhaps, a bard maybe, or an artiste as a whole? Hehe. For me, writing is one of the most noteworthy ways of appearance. Writing is preeminence, it somehow nourished my core. I always keep my old notepad with me since when I was seventeen years young. The covers washed out and tarnished by time, and the edges of its pages were torn by book vermin. The smell of every page stinks as if it was sheltered in a coffin for more than a thousand years. Nevertheless, its appearance doesn’t count the most. I always considered my notepad as my most prized possession. Its materials were only made up of inexpensive paper, cut into pocket-sized pad so as to reveal its novel-like aura. Every stroke of its epistle still lurks in my mind (poems, words of wisdom, short story etc.) as I recall every flash of its boldness. Every stroke represents experienced. Every stroke symbolizes courage. For nine years of concealed-poignant-writing, I can proudly reckon some of my masterpieces, which has been created with untainted courage. Sometimes I scribble words that are infrequent to my conscious psyche (the reason why I always carry my pocket-sized-lexicon with me). There are times I question my “being” why I engaged myself in therapeutic field where in fact my compassion dominates more on inscription (journalism is my first choice course actually)…I never measured myself as an excellent writer, its just simply I carved phrases whatever goes into my cerebrum. Every time I took a glimpse of my wonderfully-molded notepad, I never thought I could create such piece of art. Maybe in the future I could fabricate “bread” out of my notepad, who knows I can be like Shakespeare too. Hehe…All I can say is… writing is my life and it will always be.

the legend of a new blogger

Well, i guess i have to make some new “wacky” things that would suit my bud. Could one of those things is having my very own blog? (toink!).. Anyway, I still don’t have any scheme on what to inscribe on this bare breathing space (please bear with me). As far as my hypothalamus dictates me, i have to construct my own blog (this time!).. hehe…At first, I always consider friendster as a boring way of communiqué. But it was just my primary inkling.

My associates used to describe me as an extrovert being (with a diminutive insinuation of introvert attitude). I would candidly say I love to intermingle with different “breed” of people, literally capturing every single moment with them. I love my friends very much. I always find time to visit them even in the core of my hectic schedule (naks!).
I like to try “extraordinary” stuff/experiences. I sometimes live out stupendous things to trounce my irrational fear. I don’t know why, perhaps im just a little nosy about life and the many “forms” of it. Sometimes, I feel like I wanna take the helm of every corner of earth just to nurture its “gift”.

Honestly, I wanna be a ramp model (dream on!). It’s just the fact that my height doesn’t allow to be one (bwahahaha!).. Well perhaps this is the reason of “my-being-vain” in any aspect. Hehehe.. I love to write, cook my scrumptious delicacies and exploring places i`ve never been. But you know what makes my neurons tense? its the loads of medical terms in class which i find it to be very extremely boring, plus the too-many-extra-curricular-actividades in school. In spite of it, I find my life electrifying just like a roller-coaster-ride. It’s because there are friends to cherish, new movies to watch, durian coffee to sip at the coffee shop (my fave actually) and some of my electronic “artifacts” collection to betrothed when im in the midst of futile moment. I guess, “changes” are extraordinary things to ponder, not to avoid. Now I am done with this blog.. I don’t have any idea what to mark next. Whatever it is, i`m glad i made some.

an inspiring message...

Many people think that love is eternal, love never grow old, merely to be nourished. At times, we close our eyes and just pay attention to the “calling” of our hearts without realizing that it will somehow, someway burn us. We all fall deeply in love and there are times we were defeated by our own emotions. More often than that, we sometimes question ourselves why there are love that blooms and love that grows bitter. Then, we would start to seek for an answer and struggle to discover where love has gone in the wrong track. Truly, love can be deceiving at times. In the end, we find ourselves where we started for we can not question love when it has its personal grounds. Love has always been soundless, puzzling, mysterious and extremely severe.

Sometimes, love leaves us without reason. Asking why things gone wrong. We were like hanging in the air waiting for the answer. Sometimes we try to stop thinking about the past though we know that it will be very complicated. We somehow convince ourselves to forget the very person who was once our source of vigor, motivation, and courage. The person whom we had shared our experiences, thoughts, and expectation. The person who was once meant everything for us. It will only grant us pain. In the last part, we find our hands empty and our hearts yearning, we misguidedly have looked at love as a need to be please that we cannot live without its existence. Some will stay forever, some will stay momentarily, and some will depart after it will leave a scar within us.

There are “forbidden love” which needs to be kept inside the cupboard. Not to open it, if the right time has not yet come to cultivate its splendor. But love is only a souvenir prearranged to us. We should not lock it in our bare hands for we may never find the power to let it go when it chooses to leave. We should only grasp its affection while it’s within a part of us and then generously unwrap our arms when its time to cry goodbye. When we fall in love with a significant person, we do not want that feeling to end for it is the whole thing we are; the whole thing that we desire to be. Most of us plead that love will stay forever, that love will remain as it is. But if it does not, then we should never permit our lives be taken by it, for life should not end when heartaches begin. When this happens, think that there are people environs you who give more importance to you, your family and friends. They are the most important beings above all.

When love fails, the very first thing we do is to shed tears. We cry our heart out so that we could pour out all our sentiments. We cry coz love makes us feel fragile, we cry coz we think love is never fair. Surely, every tear that falls in our eyes symbolizes how we look up love as a form of great significance. It is not wrong to cry. Instead, it shows us how we truly are in the first place. A person who cries is the only person who knows how to love completely without self-hesitation. A person who cries is the only person who is true to his/herself.

We need to remember this: There is always a reason why we need to move on, for we cannot demand love to stay forever. We must not live with grave heart for it will only lead to revulsion. Prayer is the key. Learn to forgive and understand. It will not be very easy at first. We should not close our hearts for there are still many gifts to come. Love will spread its wings freely to find the place where it belongs coz we don’t have the right to impede it. We may have lost its pleasure, but if we try to close our eyes and listen to every beat of our hearts, we can perceive echo that will resound wordlessly forever. Then we come to think that it has never left for it became a part of us. It somehow amends us for the better and molds us to become stronger than ever. Because love will always stay, and always be there reminding us that we should be grateful and content not because we have lost it, but because once upon a time, in our lives, the feeling dwelled in our hearts and made us who we are.