I must admit, there was a time that i was so smitten with Friendster; it was, during it’s time, the ultimate application in the web; your homepage where you can showcase your own personal style, and let your friends know you’re as hip as hip can be.
That was before the advent of Facebook (which i never really enjoyed using); now, everywhere i look, people are slowly migrating to mark zuckerberg’s creation. friend requests from people i know from way back—from friendster’s heydays—are flooding my facebook inbox. Even some of my officemates (the demographics of which, here in my job spells O-L-D; oh well, that declaration is made relative to my age, hehehe—everything's subjective, really) have decided to make the switch. Soon i’ll be forced to just burrow a hole in the ground under a tree, to shrivel and die a fabulous death away from all this growing madness.
Good thing i’ve stumbled upon the joys of blogging. Having the backseat all for myself afforded me freedom to do practically anything i want with this space given to me in the digital realm. I can post anything i want; have as many readers as i want; or as little (i can pick a few lucky ones who can read my blog, if i choose to, and make my blog “private” to the rest of the blogosphere); i can redecorate on a whim, when fancy strikes—put as many colors as i like to put, or use them sparingly. Blogging brought out gentle the writer, and i couldn’t have been any more happier with the result. Blogging put me face to face with my fears; i brought me closer to my aspirations.
I am here, i am now. I love what i made of the backseat, and what the backseat made of me. here’s to another hundred posts! (uhm, cento, as used in the title, is an italian word for 100)
(a note to the gentle reader: Friendster and Facebook remain to be tools for contacting me, as not everyone enjoys being listed in my phonebook; all i’m saying is that Friendster has lost its appeal to my inner teenager with the birth of the backseat and its subsidiary, naked scribbles.)