Chiebomatto, Ecstatic Saint, and Femeninity

Met up with a long time blog friend: Chiebo. This is the first time I personally met someone from the blogging community. She and I had an arrangement over books. She sold me two great books:

The Way of Perfection by St. Teresa of Avila
It's Only Too Late If You Don't Start Now by Barbara Sher

Why choose such "feminine" books? I chose them because they appeal to the feminine side of me. No, I am a "straight" man. I just believe that we all have different sexes within.

There are times that I want to feel open and vulnerable.



Barbara Sher
St. Teresa of Avila
It's Only Too Late If You Don't Start Now
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A Silver Lining with a Dark Cloud

I guess with my father's impending death, his greed knows no bounds.

As mentioned last post, I was supposed inherit a rather large and beautiful house. Me and my family were all set to transfer there around April. I guess all good news have tainted paints.

I just recently went back to get some things from back home, when my dad wanted to discuss some things regarding our transfer. So we sat down and he tells me that I will have to pay 200 dollars a month to cover all the electricity, food, and other bills. This is just way too much for me and my family. It would be like renting an expensive condo unit in the city. After the "talk", I went inside my room, disgusted and disappointed. I text my girl regarding the news. She was surprised as well. We have no idea what will happen now. We're thinking twice now. Still hoping for the best though.



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Shape Shifting

I love blogging, and now I'll get paid to do it.

I've been blogging for a few years now; had an on and off love affair with the dang thing. Eventually, I got hooked. It started when people commented on my posts. Then things happened in my life: we moved out, moved in, and moved out again. I told my story about my mom and dad, how I first found out about my Girl's pregnancy, my Robyn's birth, I've been digged and SOB'd, met my Robyn's Blog Godmother, and now here it is.

The start of my writing career.




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A Glimpse

Before anything else, please read , this, this, this, and this.

At first, me and my family were going from house to house to house just so that we have a roof above our heads. Now, I partly own a big house.

My parents have decided against selling the house. The house will be given to me and my brother. Me and my family will be moving in next year after the kids finish this school year.

Concerns:

What will happen once the kids start living there?
What will happen once my brother has his own family?
What if they have their own families?

Oh worries!

Time to celebrate!

WE HAVE A HOME!!!

The Floating Objective

Don't have an idea as to how this blog's going to be. I had this grandiose idea that this would be my "personal" blog.

I guess this is the best way to start: write about it.

I wanted to separate my personal life from the persona most people in the blogosphere know. I guess I was inspired by Scrivs. Yep, I agree everyone needs a site like this. I could be as stupid as I can be without anyone noticing it. I purposely hid this blog for my own sanity. Although I know that someone from that "other" side will find this eventually--if they really wanted to. I cannot fathom why they would. Anyway, I can express my thoughts here as honest as I can. I can write a post without any edits (yes, expect typos), I can write without structure (yes, expect to be confused.), and no one has any say in it except me (yes, no comments installed).

Jesus H. Christ! I never wrote like this in a long time! It feels refreshing to get it all out without thinking of how the readers will react, how my punctuations and grammar would be interpreted.

See? There is no structure...End


**Silly Update: I've activated Comments again, because I want to reach out to the people who has seen me in my past. I love you guys.

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Just When It Opened

Suddenly it closed again. If I only knew, I'd give in my two cents. I guess she chose well. It just goes to show, rules change when they're obsolete.