Thursday, October 7, 2010

I can't understand why people spend so much time updating and constantly checking facebook and twitter.  Must be the fun of lurking on other people's lives.  Or probably this nat geo-ish kind of curiousity in finding out anything and everything that's happening with the people in their social network. Or, as a friend of mine mentioned, "it's good networking for business, keeps you in the loop."

I've never had the patience for web postings or whatever it's called.  I have a facebook account that's hardly active except for Scrabble and Poker.  I'm kinda old fashioned this way.  I find it uncool to be constantly talking about what's happening to you, wherever and whenever you are.  And being enslaved and dictated upon by technology and the web is not too James Dean. And as the power and its fashionability in our country becomes stronger over time, facebook has become a venue for people to attack other people.  They have used it as a weapon rather than as a way to just socialize.  A venue to wash dirty linens, to ruin other people's reputation and ironically, also as a venue to make it an exclusive club, where in jokes are used to exclude rather than to include and be sociable.

I am still all for a gathering over lunch to talk amongst friends about the latest on everything.  I'm still all for talk.  For an exchange of ideas and stories where I can see who I'm talking to and how that person reacts to the conversation.  "Up In The Air" practically sums up what I'm saying here.

So, why this?  Why blog all of a sudden?  One is, I'm getting old.  More and more I find myself not wanting to get out of the house unless I have work.  And the past few months, I've armed my house all the comforts that I could possibly think of to pass the time.  I have loads of dvds that can keep me glued to my tv set all day long.  I've never gotten used to PS3 games but lately I've stocked up some games which, after getting trapped in one stage and do not really know how to get out of it or getting stuck with the operation of the joystick due to complicated instructions, I've not touched again for the past few weeks.  I enjoy cooking and I'd sometimes, if I'm not tired of getting up from my bed and have my hands smell of garlic or onion, go to my kitchen and whip up something, anything.  I've recently been hooked up to Iphone game apps.  Bejeweled is my latest addiction.  I'm through with Plants Vs. Zombies, Flight Control, Ninjump, Hungry Shark and Angry Birds.  But for how long can I stay in my cave and be amused all day long?

I don't have the patience for surfing.  I find other people really at home with it.  Ask anything and they know where to find it in the web.  For me, the web is a jungle.  Except for porn sites where i don't have trouble finding, the web just leaves me confused, lost.  Too many headings or sidebars I suppose.

So, why this?!  Why blog all of a sudden nga?!

Well, I love to talk.  And except for my lady looohv who's getting tired of hearing all my talks day in day out, it's hard to bring friends together anymore.  Everyone is busy making money.  Everyone is busy living their own lives in this crazy world of ours.  I guess, I miss my friends.  I miss talking to them.  Through this I can keep on talking and talking and talking.  No lurking on other people's lives, no pretense of a lovely day or updates of me going to the toilet to crap.  Just plain and simple, talk.  Whether anyone is listening, I think I've passed the time pretty well with this.

So, friends, expect me to constantly(I hope) post my thoughts, my ruminations and angsts of anything that gets in the way of my day.

4 comments:

  1. rah rah rah rant rant master!

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  2. you had me at "facebook for scrabble and poker"

    too bad you are over PvZ... your survival score?

    more seriously though, good to read you Sir.

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  3. I never thought I would ever hear you admit to growing old. So this blog is like a rite of passage? :-)

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  4. It's good you're connecting. I'm interested.

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