This article was originally posted on then Friendster Blog Page. I re-posted it on Facebook Notes on September 21, 2010. I thought it should be posted on my blog site being the first article I wrote that I posted on line. I hope you have the time to read it.


“Time is fleeting for those who rush, crawling for those who wait.”–– ‘dunno who said this (I just made this up=j)


It’s hard being here on Earth.

I am blessed with the chances and the ability to meet a lot of people. A really lot! From all walks of life, from both ends. From the hard core street children who get by the day with a cup full of solvent, to people who cannot even cross the road by foot. From people who live in edifices to people who live in a make-shift houses. From people with a golden spoon in their mouths to people who use spoon only when eating porridge. From families whose parents’ commodities are their children to people who do not only communicate with their gods but even play tennis and golf with them. From street vendors, to company owners. From an “employee” whose only expected “salary” is a free meal for the day, to people who receive a six-digit salary whose burden is to sign papers. From rebel children, to robotics. And the list goes on.

They may not be the representation of the whole populace but enough to represent a big chunk. And though I never had a chance to really live with them, I had a chance to spend some time with them, therefore making me a qualified witness to their lives. And yes, to some, even to the deep part of their lives.

I said I am blessed, but most of the time, it is also a curse.

Being with the peak dwellers taught me to always aim high. It gave me an idea to also aspire for such status. ‘Got to learn how to dress like them, act, speak and eat like them. And anything considered as their trade mark. ‘Learned how to spot and mingle with them. Not withstanding the fact that it is such a stressful life. Alibi is: “It’s a learning experience”   For being with them is not cheap. Lack of sleep, constantly pressured ( you have to meet their “standards”), not to mention the high cost of being with them. My three-month involvement with one of them cost me my year’s wage. Stupid thing is, I never got to make the most out this involvement. But then again, “it’s a learning experience” Although some of them have I witnessed prefer or chose simplicity. A choice which I concluded to be present in both ends. It’s just a matter of choice. To be simple in the higher end is easier though. But then, a lot of them prefer to be gross. And so are those who aspire to be one of them. I happened to catch a significant amount of the virus.

Witnessing the life of the crawlers on the other hand taught me to fear sliding down. Having a bulk of gross virus in me, placed me in a constant fear of being in the bogs one day. Ever thought of hiding from people who are once sweet to you but are now wanting to get a piece of you for they owned something you temporarily posses and they want it back? Paranoia it is. For being in the middle gives me a chance to go up or a possibility to slide down. Fear is in, for a fact is known to me, I live not by design but by chance. I am not actually anything, but everything. A copy cat in other words. Such fact is also a reminder for me, that I am such a fortunate worthless being. I always get through the day. Miracle isn’t it? For being in the middle with such trait is a constant battle of running forward and sliding back. And the stress caused by sliding back is so immense that you’d love to just disappear or wish that you have never existed. But such motion makes one’s skin thick and therefore forming another man. A strong one though, whose fighting spirit remains high even in the driest drought. Drawback: it leaves you with a lot of scars. Scars which are beautiful only in the eyes of a righteously thankful person. Scars which I’d hide then from the gross peak dwellers and I would love to show to the crawlers, hoping a lesson will be learned.

It is a curse most of the time, but the blessing in some of the time is more significant though.

I only have a virtually zero number of  personal enemies. A lot hate me so I think, but that does not make them my enemy. I prefer to call people my friends or my potential friends.

This is such a blessing. Having your friends or your potential friends around you opens the door of opportunities. Helping hands, caring advises and encouragements, good companionship. All you can say about what a true friend can give.

But best of all, the life-changing encounters.

My saga will continue…

But best of all, the life-changing encounters.

saga will continue…


The Joy of Writing (Technically My First Blog)

“My dreams are worthless, my plans are dust, my goals are impossible.
All are of no value unless they are followed by action.” –

I have always dreamed of being a writer. For writers can express feelings, entertain or teach people, earn from their works, leave a legacy for generations to come and all.

I have been offered to write for a monetary reward many times. But in as much as I have ideas and desire to put them into writings, I always decline. I still do not have the capacity to easily come up with an article. A 500-word article for me is like a day’s hard labor. And for a couple of bucks or a bit more for such job is just quite uninspiring for me.

I can still vividly picture my first day in my expository writing subject back in College. The professor asked us: “Are writers born or made?” My mischievous mind immediately turned on in high level and with gusto, I raised my hand to be called. As expected, I was noticed and called to be the first to share my thoughts. I said writers are born and then made. I have not known anyone who, before even being born, is already writing inside the mother’s womb.

The whole class cracked into laughter as the professor is staring at me with a grin. As if she is saying that a curly grade is already awaiting me.

But seriously inside me at that time, there really are born writers. There are people who actually, even without trying, have a very strong command on words. They can effortlessly tell words to fall into their respective places and form marvelous thoughts.

But writers can also be made. There are those who cannot even hold a pen nicely. But through strict discipline, hard work and immense desire to be a writer, they become writers.

I am for one is not a born writer. I do not read a lot of books. I hate long articles. But since that day, I have seriously considered to be a writer.

I have kept all my articles from that class to this day.

But then, there was no other way for me to hone my skills those days. Good learning materials were then kept in the most dreaded place called the library. Access to the internet during those days is so limited. So my journey to my dream was held in abeyance for years.

Until one day, the era of easy-access to internet was born. And I learned and read about the blogs of Bro. Eli Soriano in ( , who then won the most educational to follow in mashable awards (

I was again inspired to write.

I wrote my first publicized article called “Al Principio” ( which I publicized then to the now-defunct Friendster blog page. But due to the declining popularity of Friendster, I transferred it to Facebook Notes.

After which, it took a while again before I was able to write another article to follow it.

I write every time I feel like writing. Following my own rules and style and with no particular subject line.

My desire to write grew. But then I always have this lack of confidence. I could not come up with a real blog to be publicized on a blog site. I always have this worry of coming up with a boring one and get criticized by obnoxious netters. I do not mind being criticized constructively by the way.

And then this fateful day came when I received the assignment of being a scribe. To rewrite the letters of St. Paul to Timothy and to Titus gave me a jump start. While doing my assignment, I felt like an additional strength came unto me. And I thought this is the best time to start publicizing my articles on a real blog site.

So here is my first blog, the start of the creation of a writer in me, with God’s help.

Let this be the landmark of my journey towards improvement. From this baseline, I’ll be able to see if I have improved in the time ahead or will I just give up for I am not born nor ever be made a writer.

Or maybe, one day, this will serve as a reminder to those who are also aspiring to become writers. That it is never too late to start.

So what is the joy of writing then? One of them is this great pleasure of just starting to write.

I hope to see you all in my next article and together let us explore the other joys of writing.