Kickazzbitch

Went to the doctor last Tuesday. Of course, I’m sick again. I hate losing money over it but what can I do.

I’m starting rotation this Feb. 1. I’ll be assigned to a new department to learn and observe the work flow and report to my boss. Hehehe I’m excited about that. I think it’ll be a good learning experience.

I’m going out with John later. Will probably catch a movie.

My life seems to be in order, except for the almost broke part. With my chronic asthma and all.

Going to the doctor at 2 pm later for my bi-monthly check-up. Yeah I know I’m so excited. I’m also going to have dinner with Katy, Mia and John later. Just catch up with them. That’s all that I have planned for today.

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Of course, I just have to say it. In case you’ve been living under a rock, Angelina Jolie is pregnant with Brad Pitt’s baby. Cool! So many people are obsessed with Angelina’s pregnancy. It’s weird. It’s not like she’s the first woman to have a child. What’s funny is that people are obsessed not really coz of teh circumstances of the relationship but because of what the baby will look like. Experts on Genetics, Medicine and Psychology have been asked about this baby and kid has only been alive for 3-4 months. Imagine that! What a frenzy. It’s like the Second Coming or something.

Attended the Sinulog festival of Kabankalan last Sunday. I brought John with me, despite his protest. It was his first time so I didn’t know how he’d react to the traditional paint smearing. Of course, there’s the fact that it gives the guys a chance to smear paint and legally harass a girl at the same time. With John there, nobody dared to do that. However, it was my friends who attacked John and me and left our faces unrecognizable. I went up to them to say hi, not recognizing the small paint can they had, those b*es. hehe We had a grand time washing ourselves off after that. We only stayed in the plaza for an hour. That was all that we could take. We headed to Kathlyn’s to eat after. My friends stayed longer smearing unsuspecting strangers’ faces. I didn’t mind. It’s just not my thing. I preferred eating instead. We had shrimp, fish, lechon, buko pandan, leche flan, beef, chicken, etc. Kathlyn’s mom is a great cook! Had a good time.

Was surfing through the net today and I came across this ad from www.gofugyourself.com . It was a blog called whoisbenjaminstove.com. I clicked on it after seeing the picture of what looked like a voodoo doll. I thought it was the blog of some technologically aware serial killer but it wasn’t. I don’t know exactly how old this guy is but his writing reads like Spiderwick. I don’t know how real this site is but it did arouse my interest in finding out who exactly is Benjamin Stove. The writer talks about finding this painting, probably by Benjamin’s grandmother made back in 1913. Benjamin Stove was a farmer in Iowa who left his farm and never returned again. The writer is trying to look for him, even Googled him and everything but to no avail. His clues are two notes yellowed with age found at the back of the painting when airport security forced him to open it. One was a recipe (not much of a clue) and the other, a letter from a guy called Martinez thanking the Stoves and telling them that he would have wanted photos of the actual event, instead of a painting for his research. The painting was of crop circles.

The writer tells of his unrequited love for someone named Tina, his search for the family history of the Stoves (basically they’re a family of nutcases), and his obsession for the truth about what happened to Benjamin Stove. Very interesting. I hope he finds what he’s looking for, provided of course that Benjamin Stove has not become a mass murderer (killing off random people in an attempt to prepare only the chosen ones for a New World Order) and decides to convert the writer to his crazy side by teaching him the language of the alien race responsible for the crop circles in the painting.

It’s Monday and I don’t feel very energertic. Went out last Saturday with Kathlyn, Franz, Cash and Mark (the last two I just met). John was there but he couldn’t stay. We had an accident over at Mayfair. We weren’t hurt. It was more slamming into an unmoving car. John was scared like hell of course. It’s hard to keep him calm when he’s panicking because he doesn’t listen to me. He tends to drown everything out. It turned out okay in the end.

Aside from that unwanted adrenaline rush, my friends and I stayed out until 5 am. Yep 5 am. Was exhausted by the time I slept. Was in REM after 2 minutes. We went to this new place called Gypsy. It was pretty cool. They have palm reading, card reading and tarot reading if you guys are interested. It’s more like a lounge. They also have board games if you wanna play. We had a blast playing Jenga (forgive me if I misspelled it). All six of us were there and I even bumped into Katy, Bea, Nomar, etc. My hands were shaking as I tried to remove a single block without toppling the whole tower. It was fun. The guys were really good though. I wonder where they practice hand skills and control like that. *smirk smirk* KGB came next and of course MO2. We just went there to drink and talk. When we left at 4 am, we were hungry and decided to eat at Dunkin Donut’s before collapsing on Franz’s couch. It was great!

This article in the paper today caught my eye. It was called “There and Back again from the Blogosphere”. Normally I don’t care enough to blog about articles about blogging. It’s redundant in a sense don’t you think? But this one is from a local newspaper, the Philippine Daily inquirer and written by Tals Diaz. Here are excerpts from the article with comments from me of course:

“I blog, therefore I exist. So what about the rest of us who don’t blog?”

Well, people who don’t blog also exist don’t they? Existing is a matter of perception really. Who cares anyway if you blog or don’t?

“…I’ve wondered why bloggers would risk revealing really juicy, incriminating stuff about their private lives by recording it in the worldwide web, for the whole world to easily access. Or is it really latent exhibitionism? Conversely as bloggers click, enter and lurk around from private life to private life, is it just another form of voyeurism in the Google universe?”

I wonder about people revealing addresses, phone numbers and full names too. But this just made it sound like ALL bloggers do it, which is false. It just irked me when I read it. I have to agree with the voyeurism part though. People are just curious to see how other people live as well.

“And in the meantime, what’s left for us non-bloggers and reformed bloggers….who just don’t get it? Worry not, we are still good people! And yes, we still exist, albeit on the other side of the wormhole in cyberspace called the real world.”

And that my friends, was the last straw. That was also the ending of the article. What do bloggers look like to the rest of the uninformed world? Like idiots, who would much rather live in cyberspace among fellow bloggers than actually live their lives in the real world. Bloggers look delusional, preferring to write about “fantasy”. That’s the word the author uses. And that is word that made me hit the roof. I. Do. Not. Write. FANTASY.

I write about my dreams, how I feel, how I view the world, how I perceive things around me. The things that I write about are REAL. Calling it fantasy feels belittling. Just because a person has a different perspective of a particular event doesn’t mean it’s fantasy.

I don’t think that bloggers are “cool”. I don’t have that attitude. Nor do I feel that non-bloggers are unimaginative and backward. I blog. If you don’t blog, that’s your thing. If you blog like me, that’s good. Maybe you can give me tips. I don’t get which pompous, self-important ass made her feel that bloggers belong to a clique. I don’t think so.

What I didn’t get was the hostility I felt from the writer. Non-bloggers live in the real world (while bloggers don’t). That was the perception she was giving. And it’s unfair and inaccurate. Blogging gives people a sense that they exist yes. People read other people’s blog because they wanna know if this person is going through the same shit. People are just trying to muddle through in this life. And blogging chronicles the shitty as well as the beauty of it. Bloggers write because they wanna share what they went through, hoping that someone else is going through the same thing. In my case, every post feels like I placed a message in a bottle, hoping that one day I’ll open another bottle with a message for me. The writer may have been trying to present both sides of the coin, but it just felt like she was trying too hard to say nice things about blogging you know. If she felt that blogging was a bad experience for her then she should have stuck with that, rather than trying to be nice. It’s like looking at someone smile at you through clenched teeth.

Now that I’ve griped, I can move on.