WTF?!

March 24th, 2008

Probably the worst social networking site ever.

Repeat after me. “Tseng”, Greg “Tseng”. =)

 

 

 

Ambition

March 16th, 2008

I’m becoming really, really ambitious these days. Well come to think of it, I’ve always been one.

First there’s the movie blog. An effort that’s gonna be spearheaded by me, along with the help of trusted friends. I decided it’s going to be a hip, modern approach to cinema critique, more of movie appreciation and not film snob. But at the same time, I want readers to actually regard my views and opinions as authoritative. Someone people would find as a significant figure, probably much like Roger Ebert. If I say that a particular movie sucks, then that movies sucks.

Secondly, the SEO Society. See there’s not a lot of SEO’s here in the country. And incidentally, only a handful know who’s who. There is the SEO forum, but honestly, I’m not that friendly enough to PM everyone and say hi or even join the group discussions. So I’m gonna create a blog by SEO’s. A real concrete web space that brings the latest news, trends, tips and everything under the Search Engine sun. It’s gonna be initiated by selected SEO’s in the PI, then if everything goes alright, then the network grows.

So there, a lot of work ahead. I still prioritize my day job of course, making my beloved major corporate site battle it out with competitors and rank higher. But being restless, that ain’t enough. There’s got to be something well within my capabilities that I could utilize and leave a great impression. Something more than what I do day in and day out. Something more out of this career. Hustle and tussle, I gots to get it. I know that it’s definitely hard and that I have to work/slave for all these that I want. But thinking of it, I already have a foot forward. Right now, I have ambition.

Life and Times

March 13th, 2008

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.