Typing my voice out.

It's been years since the last public post in my xanga page. I decided to pick up my writing again, in a much simpler page and in a much simpler way. There has been a lot of changes in my life, and the only reason that everybody else knows about these changes is because of facebook. I found facebook to be a very useful tool for keeping track of friends and a very effective method of stalking my friends and knowing almost everything about their lives. People can tell their lives with photo albums, relationship status, and what I would call spam on their walls from people who have nothing better to do (myself being one of those people).

But I believe that facebook is nothing more but another contact list, and a spotlight for attentionwhores. People who like to have hundreds of pictures posted just so that their friends can see what is going on with their lives. Again I am one of those people, it is not just for attention but also to keep friends updated, so they know what is new with my life.

After xanga went extinct, I decided not express myself by writing, instead I used pictures, photoshop, I manipulated photos to fit my moods, the occasion, the weather. Now I carry a camera with me all the time, hoping to have that Kodak moment that I want to save and show everyone. But there are always those times that a camera and a right place and right time (more like a wrong place, wrong time) becomes a hazard. For example the other night I was driving in I-278 E when I saw a car on fire, I had this urge to take out my camera and take a picture, but my camera was in the backseat, and reaching for it would definitely cause another car to lit on fire. That's why I decided to write again. Write about those moments that cannot be stored in a camera, or write a story about a picture instead of making a story from 60 pictures.