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A boring day at work causes me to do a lot of crazy things. I watch videos, I play poker, I check all my accounts at social networking sites from Twitter to Friendster to Facebook, and even the customized networking sites of the New Covenant Church, New Covenant Church Youth, and the t.g.i.FIREPROOF sites at ning.com. I also attempt to write something for my blog whenever I’m free. Most of the time though, I stop writing after finishing two paragraphs simply because I don’t have an inspiration. I don’t feel contented with what I write.


Then one day, I tried to play another game. Just because of sheer boredom, I tried to research about various topics through Google. News, political issues, show business, personalities, weather conditions, history, Biblical prophecies... I’ve tried everything that I could think of. One day, I decided to make a research on some personalities. First I tried my favorite action hero of all time, Jack Bauer played by Kiefer Sutherland. Then I made a research on one of the famous heartthrobs today, Robert Pattinson. Then I suddenly remembered Joel Rosenberg, since I was following his blog before.


After reading heavy and highly intense topics at Joel Rosenberg’s blog, I suddenly became curios what I would find if I type the names of my friends at the Google search bar. One by one I made a research on some of them and I realized that most of what I found were links to their profiles at various networking sites. This has really been the lifestyle of my generation – the networking sites.


Then I became curios what I would find if I type my own name. Haha! True enough I found links of my own profiles at various networking sites as well. Then I thought, it would be so easy for people to find me. These networking sites have all my personal information in it. It’s just so hard to keep something private. Anyway, I continued to browse the pages where I found my name. And then…. Surpise, surprise… I found some of the articles that I wrote for The Freeman more than three years back.


Though my stint as a writer was a very brief one, I could say that it was the most rewarding job I have ever had. Even when I was still an irregular contributor of a special section in one of the more prominent papers in Cebu, the feeling of having something you have written being read by thousands of people is just so overwhelming. I have collected all my published articles since the very first one. Newspaper pages have been kept safely in a clear folder at home. And though I’m no longer a newspaper writer, the memory of the experience would always be reminisced.


Here are the articles that I found online. I made some screenshots.. hehe.. I was actually surprised that these are still available.




Here are the links to the actual site:


http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=352301

http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=352319

http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=336963

http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=345416&publicationSubCategoryId=107



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