Life and Times

Well its pretty much obvious that I won’t be able to continue my attempted SEO blog here. It’s really really hard to come up with great/good articles to serve the industry I work for simply because the work alone is very taxing. Although it would be pretty much advantageous for me in the future to have a blog that accords to my career, I opt to just go back to what I originally planned my blog to be. A journal of me.

See it never bores me to speak out in writing. This is where I keep my creative juices pumping. Especially now that I spend most of my time online, I believe that my site should at least be a place of comfort and stillness. Stillness. Watch me work and get yourself dizzy while I link, bookmark, research, compile, and blah blah well into Web 3.0. So, here is where everything moves slow. Lights out.

I saw myself going back to my previous blog some time ago. Wow. I did some great stuff over there. Recently, a blogger said great things about me. That blogspot page sure did chronicle some part of me. But really, the best thing I got out of it is the memories. Each and every post was like a testament. No matter how funny, emo, stupid and brilliant they may be, those words of mine was indicative of the current moment. Time stamps, in other words.

Just a filler, I found myself glued to the History Channel these days. Thank God for that channel. And in the subject of memories, they featured the story of a 13 year old girl named Anne Frank. I personally haven’t read the book, but we all know her story and this time, it was presented in a more personal way. At the helm of missiles and artillery, within distance of resonating whimpers, amidst Valkyrie missions of war and repression, there’s this girl named Anne armed only with a journal. Penning her heart and mind, she penned the human spirit. And she may have died a tragic end, but her memories became a legacy.

We have our own wars, everyday. I try to think of it that way. So if that be the case, here is my journal and I’m writing it not for any audience, this is for me. Although this is public, my thoughts written are the most private. And come the time when there is end to all of this, I could always visit and reminisce these memories, life and times, the way Anne Frank never did.