This is my first attempt to write an entry for this blog. I have not prepared something for all today but I'll try to give you something special in the future posts. I promise that i will regularly update this blog.
I aint sure how i arrived at this moment when i finally made my mind to share publicly my whatever-and-all happenings in my journey called life. Wondering why do i have to post things that are supposed to be kept personal. Questioning myself what made me prepared (anchored by excitements and fears) to take anything in the future.
Sure as I am, I did not have the gift of gab nor penpushing abilities. I never did excel on my Language subjects. I never like seeing myself reading printed materials just to widen my vocabulary (to get attuned of day-to-day-events maybe, not wordsearch). I never thought of attending to any MassCom major subjects. Tried to forget the times when I dont want to catch myself with any literary piece to write. They do not warm my heart. Maybe because it's not what i actually am molded of.
A graduate of BS Computer Engineering (a 5-raining-with-blessings-year course, which spoiled me to spend allowances from the government for absolutely anything) is expected to repair pc's, write and develop software, learn more Programming languages the way cyberaged minds do, perform a whole-damn-troubleshooting and all. A man who will not consider "writing" as an on-top-of-the-list.
Fortunately,the 2006 Employer of the Year Company transferred me to its IT department (since last July) from Business group(Cubao business area). I can smirk on few things that I can call new discoveries...from it's organization to every detail in the office; from input data to output information; from one desire to another; from acquiring continuously SAP knowledge to writing on a blog.
Now, that i'm a bit free from the hunger of grasping the must-to-know-by-a-computer-enthusiast, i feel another hunger that is killing me real. And then, i understand the message of an old adage, also a song title, First love never dies. I daresay, leaving unaccomplished things in the past has a comeback pull in the future. This maybe is the force that leads me to what-i-am-doing-at-this-moment. This might be the start of doing what i really-like-doing-in-the-past. This is indeed my first move to get back to what warms my heart now ...first move to get back to my first love---writing.
