Category Archives: Webisodes

Back to blogging

I was chilling out at Xocolat, Katipunan last Saturday with my friend Aien, who later asked me to help her build a “real” blog. By real, she meant something that shows some personality, and with no-nonsense, original content. I suggested she try out WordPress, the platform which I’ve been using for the past four years. I then gave her a little tutorial about how it works. Then it struck me: I miss blogging, and the entire experience of it. ( Read more… )

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Just so you know, I still miss blogging…

Dear blog, happy fourth anniversary to you! I never thought you will survive until this day of microblogging. It seems as if it was just yesterday that I was ranting on my inconsiderate, high-strung badminton professor who gave me a whopping 3.0 for a grade despite my insurmountable effort and skillz. These kinds of hate posts I would vent on you. We both have come so far.  You must know how much I truly love you. ( Read more… )

Hey June! (Don’t let me down!)

We’re in the second half of the year and I’ve barely even noticed it.  I’m expecting a lot to accomplish in the remaining months so I’m just sticking to how The Beatles would deal with it: “Hey (June), don’t let me down!” I have to put my game face on and start with a clean slate. (If anyone cares, I’ve freshened-up this blog’s theme c/o the fluorescent Mystique.) I have, however, yet more to achieve in the next book of my 2011. Let’s go, self! ( Read more… )

Overdue

A blogger’s life used to be different, back when those self-gratifying social network sites weren’t still much of a fad. A blogger’s life was pretty simple: The blogger does, witnesses and reviews activities, and eventually put sthese accounts on a journal in reverse-chronological order.

I used to blog at least once in two days. I make a story out of the most commonsensical anecdotes that will sound like a torn-out leaf from a schoolboy’s diary. I wrote about annoying professors, horrendous films and TV shows, parties, crushes, more crushes, and B-plus opinions on politics and the social scene. Apart from the cheese and corn pouring out of my blog posts, the most important thing for me was that I could write.

Then again, times have obviously changed… I barely blog anymore.

For one, my other foot is buried in the corporate grave. Believe it or not, I barely check my Facebook now. (Fine, I tweet regularly, but that deserves another blog post). Internet surfing revolves around the latest news. I can’t even afford to like a post on Tumblr now. I have softbound books pending. The last time I actually exercised was in the time of Abraham, yes, the father of Isaac. To sum it all up: I HAVE NO LIFE.

If I was in a musical, I could’ve just easily sang the first lines of Elphaba Thropp in her Defying Gravity number: “Something has changed within me. Something is not the same.” I could’ve belted it even better than Idina Menzel!

I dunno, perhaps I just miss writing—and not the writing I do in the newsroom. What I miss is the  kind of writing which usually helps the blogger clear both his heart and mind after zealously ending a post with a period.