I Want To Leave This House

Think of the independence this would give me? I want to leave home. I was thinking of the savings I would have if I live in my own. I would be very please to see myself living in a small room or an apartment all by myself. There are so many things in life that I desire, so much that when the thought comes I become nostalgic of the way I lived my life, independently, years ago.
Now I live in the fortress of my family. The main reason why I want to leave this house is my quest for independence. Somehow this house, it would be awkward if I call this home knowing the events that took place in this house, became my comfort zone. I hate using this phrase... comfort zone... It reminds me of our 'big' boss reminding us always to leave our comfort zone. So much for that, this house is not my home. I want a home where I can be myself. A void where I can do what I want, when I want, and how I want things to happen.
This thinking is bothering me. I want independence. I am 22 and I am eligible to live by my own. But why on earth can't I leave this house..? It seems that I am a late bloomer. Most people experiencing this phenomenon are teenagers. I don't think I am one of them? Well maybe yes, I am one of them.
I just want to leave this house, the people and the experiences it comes with. I just want to simply be. And I cannot, I did not do it, I will not do it. Maybe this house is not my 'comfort zone', that this house is my danger zone, where I am put into burning oven. Cultural influences hinders me from making the leap forward. I cannot leave this house because of my family. They need me even if I think I would be proud in saying that i don't need them., I can live without them.
I just have to leave it here. Let go and let God.

My Blogging Guru and the Secrets of Effective Blogging

For a very long time, I had been in search for a medium to which I can transmit the message of transcendence and existence. Now here I am stuck in this complicated blog world. I need to unlearn the way Multiply blogging site works and learn this new blogging fever.
As the ancient Chinese philosophy would say: "You can't pour a tea on a filled cup, otherwise it will spill out".
I need to find a guru, somebody who has the patience to listen and converse. somebody who can teach me the secrets of blogging.
And I found one!
I could not believe it... A doctor-friend helped me in maximizing my blog, in utilizing every widget and every button in this site. She took her laptop and turned it on 'again' just for me. I felt very important. From her busy schedule, and patients queuing outside, she managed to give a time just for me... lol.
Thanks anyway.
Now I know the secrets of effective blogging.
Thanks a lot!

Convention Gate Crasher

I wanted to disappear like a bubble floating in the air. That was what I felt when a friend of mine invited me to a convention in luxurious hotel in the city. What a disgust! Daniel, joining a convention of National Ombudsman? Funny though, but it is really not my field. Well, it happened anyway. I attended the convention, a national convention specifically. The convention took place and I was invited for a lunch. Only for the lunch.
I arrived there, exhausted and hungry ready for the lunch... I joined there. A gate crasher. I felt embarrassed for I am not acquainted to such acts. I ate and enjoyed my lunch. While in the buffet line, I saw different people from different places. One person addressed me sir, thinking that I was part of the delegates. I just smiled and pretended to be like them.
Silly!
I searched for a table. I was sighting for a table with more vacant seats to avoid opportunities for a conversation with my "fellow" delegates. I found one and sat. Focusing on the food I was eating without even looking at the people around me. I don't care what they would think of me, a savage or a glutton. I don't care. What I had in my mind was eat and run. Nothing more nothing less.
Still my mind was boggled thinking of what reasons would I give if somebody would ask me from what region are you... I was wearing my pink barong, handsome and respectable-looking government official. What would I say to these guys. Will I tell them I am from the Davao or form Cebu or Dumaguete. Thank God nobody took the courage to ask me that question or else i would experience a heck in my life.
I have to go by now, I received a call. I still have an invitation from my "fellow" delegates for a swimming in a five star hotel after dinner.
ciao!