Back from hiatus

It's been a while since I posted an entry to my blogspot. I'm back from a long hiatus because I had realized that I have been a slave of this so called "computer". Everyday I need to open my emails,friendster account and other social network sites. It seems that my life revolves around technology and I don't want to wake up one morning,as a slave of this freaking gadgets or should I say technological advancement.

And most of you know the social network site twitter,honestly I thinks it's stupid.

For those who don't know what it is, Twitter is a social site where anyone and everyone can post short messages about what they are doing at any given time. This may sound cynical, nonsense or even rude, but I honestly don't care what most people are doing every five minutes. I don't even pay attention to what I am doing every five minutes, let alone go out of my way to post about it.And what I mean is,people are so focused on this social sites,forgetting other important matters.How I wish people could realize this.

And another thing,I just recently turned 21,lol.Time flies so fast and I'm still gliding on to life without a clue.

Cheers tonski.Remember to stay happy, oh well I'm talking to myself again haha.

Random things:

Recently I've been doing some thinking and much of this thinking revolves around the idea of "home". I'm not talking about the differences of home from house. I'm talking about the deeper sense of the word. Home, as I have always seen it, is a place where you know you belong.

I don't have that. At least not by that definition. I was born in Makati and grew up in the center of distractions and modernization,Manila.My parents have since moved back there and the majority of my relatives had gone to Manila searching for job opportunities. When I go back to visit my province which is Leyte,I truly enjoy it. It's a place where I can get away from most things, time slows a bit and relaxation is much easier. Is this my home? It was, but I can honestly say I doubt I could ever live there again. It's too small, too different. I love it there, but it is less my home and more of my sanctuary.

Is everyone meant to have a home? I honestly can't picture a place right now where I can say, "That is my home, that is where I'm meant to be." Maybe that's the point, I haven't found a home yet. I don't have the feeling of home because I have yet to find the place I'm meant to be.

On for now, I believe my home is where my feet touch the ground.

-Antonski