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Let me get straight to the point. I hate Blog. I hate letting other people know what my thoughts are. But that was so last summer. Or for the past three years. There are a number of reasons why. Do you really want to know? Well, I suggest you fasten your seatbelt and take a swift ride on my musings.

Circa 1999, it was the time I started talking to myself. Hey, don’t laugh, I am sane. It’s just that being in an exclusive school for boys that is run by a controversial, yet very powerful catholic institution was a life bounded by the walls of morality and christianity. Every student has to learn the mantra of self-mortification. And one way of realizing it is the thing you were laughing about a while ago, the art of talking to myself, which is called reflection. But it doesn’t stop from there, I need to scrabble my day dreamings of the owner of the cafeteria (because she stands-out among the few ladies in school even though she’s a mom haha), traffic report from Makati to Alabang and vice versa since that was my route going to and from school, and most importantly, i need to write down my whinings why algebra, geometry, trigonometry and calculus were formulated so I could release my stress. All of these were contained and preserved in a diary. Before I turn the lights off and let my mind roam around the world of Sandman, I sat down, spend some time to write the day’s history. Then on the next day, I need it to share with the Lord of the Class, a.k.a. Class Adviser, who was the only one bestowed by Zeus of the power to read our personal history and either agree or disagree with what was written. This cycle lasted for four years. Of course, there were alot of times where I was not in the mood to let the lips of my pen kiss the cheeks of the paper. But I got no choice, but to conceive the diary with my thoughts. No wonder why the diary would give birth to an ugly entry. In short, I got sick and tired of writing in the diary. “Damn who cares about my thoughts?” Its only the class advisers who read my entries and most of the time, they do not put comments on it, as if they read. My perspective of writing personal thoughts diversed from personal relations and a form of stress release to a wanton waste of time and drifting between the rivers of Narcism and Obsessive-Compulsive disorder.

Then came 9/11, U.S. led forces invade Iraq to remove dictator, Saddam Hussein, Pope John Paul II died, Pres. GMA got re-elected, Shaq got traded to the Heat, and I studied Systems Software Engineering in college. But along side these events in history was the evolution of diary entries to threads and to an online diary called, Blog. The first time I heard of blogs, it did not a ring a bell. Another diary in the making I thought at first, where I have to write my experiences for the day and let other people read and ridicule it. I don’t want to be told by other people that “This guy sucks!”. Well as I matured, I soon realized that why I should care first on what other people say about me. As long as Im bounded within my principles (and the laws as well), I’ll do my thing. And one of which is to exercise my right to voice out my opinions on socio-political and sports (because those issues Im most interested in) and share it with other people. But I don’t have to limit myself there. Through blogs, Im able to do personal relations and free-form writing. Blogging made me feel like an athlete, since the greatest players in sports blog as well, such as Dwayne Wade, Lance Armstrong and Frank Lampard!

Blog puts me on the map of the World Wide Web. Since I started to surf the net, I really wanted to have my own website. Blog is being me, being you.

Now I can’t wait for Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature to open a category for blogs.