Sunday, February 27, 2005


I first heard of the wonders of blogging from Goldi, an office friend. She's a real techie and good at PC stuff. So, I checked out her blog and it was really good. One can see that she poured time and effort in it. However, it was a bit intimidating since it was so good and has all this fine details like the kiss/cursor thing, the chat feature at the side, and a whole bunch of others. She urged me to give it a try because she knew that I love to write. I said okay but, being the technically-lazy person that I am, and after listening to her talk about HTML without me understanding a thing, I did not do it. Not until a couple of months at least and then, wham! Here I am, writing, editing, and blog-hopping to my heart's content. Should have known this could be addictive from what I witnessed of Goldi. Now, with the rest of my officemates hooked, we constantly bombard her with blog-related queries that she has less time to do her own. Well, can't really blame us.

It seems that a lot of people are into blogging already. And, it was great since I was able to reconnect with friends and acquiantances through it. Cellphones, e-mails and chat, however nice, have their limitations.

With blogging, people get to think out loud, sort their thoughts, and look back on past experiences. No one can tell them off or even restrict what they write or post because it's their own. It's writing and publishing without the hassles of editors and print restrictions. It is empowering, and as such, gives the term "freedom of speech" a whole new meaning.

Frankly, this "freedom" is what amazed me when I first started blog-hopping. Most people have a thing about privacy that we take great care in what we say lest it comes back to us. But, with blogging, people don't seem to think much of that anymore. I have read such personal experiences and accounts on human relationships that it's like watching an online telenovela with all the requisite elements of drama, shock and suspense.

But, amazingly, it works. At times, I find myself glued reading a person's blog, following the trail of posts to try to discern what happened and how the issue will end. Like a good story, but since this one is all too real making it the more potent, one gets hooked reading.

It's not like chismis or rumor-mongering where people mostly get hurt over fabricated or wrongly-embellished stories. This time, it's a personal account from real people. For the blogger, whatever he or she posts do not require judgement from whoever reads them. It's like, read my post and take it any way you want it. Either way, I've said my piece. The reader, on the other hand, is freed from the unspoken bond of silence over personal information since it was freely given.

Blogging, or online diary as I see it, becomes a way for a person to unburden himself. To the blogger's friends and relatives, it's an open letter where they can get a feel of the person's well-being without being too inquisitive or "pakialamera."

Truly, blogging is developing in ways one can only deem nicely. People get to publish their thoughts, ideas and experiences not only in healing ways, they can also be very creative about it. Blogs are, more common than not, beautifully laid out. Aside from that, they can practice their writing skills which the current grammar-challenged texting craze has slowly eroded.

So, along with telenovelas and koreanovelas, the blog-e-novela advents.

There will always be fascination with people and their lives. And any medium through which they can be expressed becomes highly popular. This comes as no surprise. Life, after all, is an everyday drama lived by all.

Thursday, February 24, 2005


My 4 year old daughter took the entrance exam for kindergarten at my alma mater today.
Not to brag, but, well, she got 28 points out of 30. She also passed the oral exam with flying colors. Must really take after me.

The brochure given showed the new, vastly improved looks of the school. It's hard to believe that it's the same one I went to. It looks polished, streamedlined and really beautiful. Not homey, though, like it was before. Of course, the tuition fee corresponds to the gloss and posh of the school. Way high but one that I believe will be worth it for my unica hija.

I'm still trying to get used to the idea of me sending my child to school when it still feels like yesterday when I was going there myself. I remember vividly my own preparatory exam. It was a nun who interviewed me and gave me the exam. I remember feeling a bit frightened when I had to leave my mother outside and the nun took me to this big, examination room. She asked me questions about my name, age, where I live, father and mother's name, etc. Afterwards, she took out a poster with shapes and colors on it and asked me to identify each and every one of them. At first, I was hesitant in answering because I was staring at her, uncomfortable because I didn't know her and it was the first time I got that close to someone wearing something over their hair. I wondered why she'd cover it up when it was so hot. (The rooms in the school weren't airconditioned then.) To me, she looked a little weird all covered up. I wanted to ask her myself but I was a shy child (hard to believe, now, haha).

Then I remember the nun saying: that was great, you may go to your mom, now. I ran outside and bumped into another nun just coming in. Whoa, I seriously thought they would take that against me but apparently they didn't because they informed my mother that I passed.

Then, I felt so happy and excited that I'm finally going to school. You see, at seven, I was already a late comer. I had to wait a year because of my corrective surgery for polio. In fact, It was I who had to convince my mother that I'm up to the physical demands of schooling and to finally enroll me.

It was a private, exclusive school for girls ran by nuns which costs a lot even then. But, years after, having completed my grade and high school years at Santa Rosa, I felt no regret. I met a lot of nice people there and the years were all happy and full of accomplishments. It was also there that my faith and religious practices were shaped. We definitely did not lack in prayers, retreats, confessions and masses attended.

I hope that my child will also meet treasured friends there and that she'll love the school as much as I did. In truth, I would want her to enjoy learning far more than I'd want her to be highly accomplished in terms of honors and awards. I mean, if she will be, that would be great but it would just be a bonus.

Only a few months left before school starts and my daughter becomes a student. Wow, my baby is going to school. I don't know If I should feel a bit sad that my daughter is growing up, but in truth, I feel excited for her. It would be like reliving my young school days. Can't wait, this will definitely be something.