Sunday, April 13, 2014

CC: C-mana C-anta

Time flies so fast these days. Were we not just having our foreheads brushed with ash recently? It is now Palm Sunday. Five weeks have passed since.

I have recently downloaded "The Bible", the mini-series from the History Channel, and the most-watched series in 2013 in the US. I must say that it is refreshing to watch the stories retold. Since they had to compress it to 10 episodes, they had to take liberties and choose which events to highlight. I like the way they stitched together the stories, with a richly historical (versus just Biblical) context. I am just on Ep 6, so I am just about to transition to the New Testament.

A dear friend, a high school classmate, once told me that he stopped being Catholic. He never bothered to engage me in conversation before, because he felt I would not be 'prepared' to listen to him. But I did ask him, finally, about why he stopped. He answered simply. He just couldn't accept a "God" that was so selfish as to demand to be worshipped and praised, or else. Why would a "God" be so insecure?

That got me thinking. I put a lot of weight in his point of view for I respect my friend so much. He is the most intelligent in the batch, yet he has remained so humble and unassuming. Finally hearing him tell me this just made me think. I actually didn't bother to even answer him. I didn't know what to say.

He is right. Even as I watched "The Bible", the stories of a vengeful God wreaking destruction on those who dared worship other deities are plentiful. Why was God so 'human', jealous and insecure, even before He gave us Jesus Christ as a human being?

I began analyzing and rationalizing. (And that is a disclaimer. These are just my thoughts.)

Could this 'jealousy/insecurity' actually be needed then? Did it serve a purpose of making people (the Jewish people) follow more righteous path?

Worshipping and praising God could or should not exist without good works, without justice and righteousness. If one truly believes that God should be worshipped, he/she should also believe in the commandments and laws that God himself created. Requiring His people to always worship and praise him actually meant requiring them to be 'good people', righteous and loving. If He wavered and allowed them to 'worship other gods', then there was no assurance that they would continue to follow His commandments. And God knows (pun intended) what this people may end up doing!

He had to be 'jealous' to make sure that His laws were followed. Moreover, if there was no fear of divine retribution, the people then would have no reason to continue to be 'faithful' to God and the commandments.

But I also note how all this evolved during the New Testament. With Jesus, it was no longer just "don't do this", it was "do it with love." He gave a loving dimension to all that we do. Hence, the greatest commandment became "You shall love the Lord God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind and all your strength." I believe that at this time, the Jewish people were 'ready' to follow based on love rather than fear. And this is reinforced by what Jesus said "I have come not to abolish the law but to fulfill it." Fulfilling the law meant getting to the 'spirit' of the law, and that spirit was simply 'love.'

It is no longer jealousy. It is simply integrity. "If you love me, you will do as I say." Following the Lord God will come from loving Him wholeheartedly, with no reservation. And we become good people, righteous and loving, because of our obedience to and love of Him.

Again, these are just my thoughts. This probably how I would answer him when we see each other again, if he feels like listening.


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Friday, April 4, 2014

Angelito in Heaven

He was the bunso of 12 siblings, born to poverty and crime. Their father is serving time for drug-related crimes. Their mother died violently, supposedly in the hands of a drug-crazed brother. That horrific incident brought him, and eight of his brothers and sisters to a halfway home, an institution under the care of nuns. He was probably five years old then.

The safe environs allowed them to study and be healthier. Their talents blossomed. Most of them were musically inclined. There was so much hope for them as they were growing up. Angelito, the youngest, was quiet but cheerful. But it seemed he was quite slow in mental development. It must have been because of the way their drunken father beat their mother up when Angelito was still in the womb. But this state didn't prevent him from being active and helpful and being loved.


I met the 6-yr old Angelito when Miggs organized an outreach to their institution. We were going to be the kuya and ate to the children on a field trip. Angelito and Rose, his sister, were fatefully assigned to me as my wards for the day. The bond developed, especially between Angelito and me. He was so malambing, in need of human warmth. It felt good to be able to provide that. From then on, I resolved to visit the institution regularly, to visit Angelito and Rose. That was 10 years ago.

I got to know the rest of Angelito’s siblings. All of them were eagerly looking for a kuya figure. And it wasn't even anything financial. Though from time to time, I’d treat them to Jollibee.

One by one, the siblings had to leave that home as they hit the ripe old age of 18. That was the arrangement with a halfway home. But since they had no parents to go home to, Asilo even worked out that they be provided a unit in a multi-level ‘housing’ owned by the Archdiocese of Manila. Though they all were going to government schools while they were in Asilo, the kids ditched schooling as soon as they got out. They got work and got married. So much for hoping that their lives would be different from their parents.


Eventually, even Angelito had to leave Asilo and stay with his siblings. I gave employment to two of his brothers, Raul and Kim, to help with their costs of daily living. Sadly, they either lacked initiative or drive. They couldn’t even stayed employed for long. They would be absent for long stretches and just reappear. I got fed up and just terminated them.

For about a year, I didn’t hear from them. Until Raul got in touch with me again, to tell me that Angelito had developed throat lumps that wouldn’t go away. He was also growing pale and lethargic. I asked that he be brought to my dad.

At first look, my dad already knew something was terribly wrong with him. He told me to hospitalize him immediately. I accompanied them to PGH, hoping to refer his case to my doctor-friends there. He was confined and diagnosed with leukemia. PGH didn’t have the facility to treat him so he was referred to the Philippine Children’s Medical Center. That was in 2012.

In PCMC, Raul, Kim and I were briefed about his situation. Though leukemia is treatable nowadays, it would still cost a lot of money. The doctors asked me if I was up to it. The brothers pleaded with me to help. I told them I would but they would have to do their part and look for other funding sources. Thankfully, they were able to get from PDAF of congressmen, from PCSO.

He would be in and out of the hospital for the next months, undergoing cycles of chemotherapy. In 2013, it looked like he was finally in remission. He gained weight, showed color again. And the lumps disappeared. He still had more cycles to undergo. The brothers were able to get a steady stream of funds for his occasional confinement. My assistance was limited to giving them allowance. I soon took them back to work for the household.

A few weeks back, they told me that Angelito lost a lot of weight rapidly. His stomach was swollen. He was sick with fever and vomiting. They brought him to the hospital immediately. It turned out to be liver failure now. All those cycles of chemotherapy severly strained his organs.

He expired last March 26, 2014 at around 3am. They were calling me but since they were using an unregistered number, I ignored it. But it did cross my mind that it could be them. I woke up at 7am and finally got to answer the phone. It was one of his sisters, crying as she told me that Angelito was no more.

I didn’t even say goodbye. The last time I saw him was in January, during one of his trips to the hospital. I didn’t realize he would be gone so soon. I didn’t even answer the effing phone call.

He died at the age of 17. Raul, who was beside him during the last moments, told me he was already having dreams of paradise, and of a beautiful lady saying hello to him. He also said he didn’t want to die yet. Raul just hugged him and told him we all love him.

He was such a sweet boy. He never complained of his pain, his illness. He was just quiet. He would just smile. People in PCMC, the guards, the nurses, the doctors were so fond of him. They, too, were so sad to know he finally gave in.

Tonight is his ika-siyam na araw. I can only pray for the eternal repose of his sweet soul, and forgiveness for not having done enough, for not having said goodbye.



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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Re-post: Dating and the Single PLU Survey Results (2008)

Exactly six years ago, I posted results of a survey I conducted among raiders. It was relevant to me then because I was still single. I discovered this again when just yesterday, a comment came in related to that 2008 post. And when I re-read the post, it happily coincided with April Fools' Day.

So I put it up again. And wonder whether the survey results remain relevant.


Question 1: Blind Dates

92% are open to blind dates though quite a few have not experienced it at all.

It seems that not many of us have been on blind dates. by definition from Wiki Weyes:

A blind date is a date where the people involved have not met each other previously. The match could have been arranged by mutual friends or by a dating system.
Blind dates are becoming more commonplace following the rise of the Internet, when people who have met in chatrooms, Instant Messaging or forums finally agree to meet in person. Afterwards, they go to a place where they can have time to talk and get to know one another.


i find it odd that the second paragraph seemingly negates the first one (people involved have not met each other previously). i guess online meeting is not considered as 'having met previously'.)

i believe the common definition of blind dating, being set up by mutual friends, is not very common among PLU's. although by experience, i used to get asked by single PLU-friends to set them up with other single PLUs i know. (that was when i was still 'coupled'). but i didnt really set an actual 'date'. i merely forwarded numbers and just let them do the setting up. would you call this a blind date?

now that i'm single, i'm tempted to do the same to friends - 'uy hanap niyo ako date'. but i remember my own feelings about being 'pressured' do to so. so i wont be pressuring any of you to set me up.

but there is something intrinsically 'exciting' about blind dating (even if he does read braille!) and i think that is what the survey reveals. the eternally optimistic PLU hopes that that blind date will be THE ONE. (or i quote Gibbs: the Effing One). i believe this will change once we get to experience first-hand the date from hell, as so many straight people picture it out to be.

Question 2: Sex on the 1st Date

83% are very open to having sex on the first date, for some, it has already happened
25% would like to delay this though it doesnt always happen.

I must admit that for a moment (not a while, hehehe), i thought this would be a no-brainer. I mean, a PLU refusing to have sex just because its a first date?!? as the survey shows, there are PLU's who would consciously delay gratification sexually because its a first date.

it hasnt been happening to me as much lately. though not because i dont want to, only because i would like to do it comfortably in my own place, not in some hotel or motel room. i have definitely gone out with some hot guys out there i would have gone to bed with right on the first date, had circumstances allowed.

i dont believe much in delayed gratification (this is a Charlotte York way of thinking). nothing changes for me, whether we had sex on the 1st or the 30th date.

Question 3: Multiple Dates

83% are amenable to dating different guys at the same time as long as it remains non-committal

so a lot of PLU's do date different guys at the same time. this brings a smile to cc's face.

i must admit that i was facing some kind of dilemma. after 7 years of being officially off the dating scene (officially, legally, technically, etc.), i'm glad to be back in the 'mercado' in a splenda (i.e. guilt-free) way! and im in no hurry to get involved (magagalit si aura reader!).

but i didnt know whether i should be doing 'serial dating' or 'parallel' multiple dating. dating just one person at a time might raise expectations. at the same time, i dont know how PLU's would react if they find out the guy they are dating is also dating some other people.

but my sense, based on the survey, is that PLU's are a lot more 'relaxed' now in their attitude towards dating. and expressing interest in multiple dating means accepting that they could also be among the date choices of another PLU.

of course, accepting this as a consequence does not take away that 'kurot' in the heart (and the loins) when i will realize that one of the guys i like going out with also likes hanging out with other guys. =(

i guess in that situation, ignorance is bliss!

so thanks to all those who participated in the survey! may we all have the successful blind date that ends up in bed on the 1st date AS we enjoy dating others! =)

HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!

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Friday, March 7, 2014

Business Trip 4

"Oh shit! What does he want?" Jeffrey immediately straightened up and almost panicked.

Ryan didn't answer, He was already on the phone talking to his partner. He was speaking normally. That must be a good sign. Nevertheless, Jeffrey remained uneasy.

"I'm still here... Yeah... Really?... Ok. Bye." That was all that Jeff overheard. Then he turned to Jeff, as he had started to gather his things.

"What's wrong? Is he pissed?" He asked alarmed.

"Hahaha. No. Nothing like that. We are an open couple. He actually wnted me to ask you, would you like a threesome?"

“@hat? A what?"

"Don't act coy, Jeff. Come on. A threesome. Three-way."

Jeff was caugt off guard. “Ahhh.. I don’t know.”

“You should see him. He’s hot. Seriously!” Ryan grabbed his phone and went through his files.

Jeff was stil hesitating. “Do you know what time it is? I have to get up early tomorrow.” he protested.

Ryan showed him pics on his phone that made his eyes pop. Jeff wasn’t kidding at all. The guy on the pic was gorgeous. He was dark skinned and muscular. The round collar shirt he was wearing seemed ready to burst. His face was not classically handsome. But it was an over-all animalistic appeal.

Ryan saw that Jeff found the opportunity harder to resist now. He laughed.

“He really is hot in person. So, do I tell him to come over?”

Jeff’s head is reeling now. How many opportunities like this does one encounter in a lifetime? A chance to have sex with two hot guys, with no effort at all? But what if it’s all a trick? At the very least, it wouldn’t turn out as hot. Worse is if they have something sinister planned. What if it is a ploy and they would rob him and hurt him or stab him, even?

Ryan saw the concern, mixed with excitement. He leaned over and whispered “Hey, it’s not so often we invite a third party. I just know we’ll all hit it off.”

Jeff weakly protested. “But what about work tomorrow?”

“It won’t take long. And we’ll both take you back to the hotel. Alan’s got a car.”
“So that’s his name? Alan?”

“Yup. I’ll call him?”

Reluctantly, Jeff nodded. Ryan reached for his phone and called Alan.

“In about twenty minutes, he’ll be here. Meanwhile, you relax. Lie on your stomach.”

“Why?”

“I’ll give you a massage!”

“Oh. ok..” Jeff complied. Soon enough, he was enjoying the good massage Ryan was giving. And he even started to doze off.

“Hey, don’t sleep on me!”

After a short while, they heard the garage door open.

“Yes! He’s here.” Ryan jumped out of the bed to welcome Alan. He opened the door even before Alan had a chance to knock.

“Hey baby. I want you to meet my hot guest. Sir Jeffrey!”

Alan walked in every bit as gorgeous as his picture. Maybe even more. He is probably older than Ryan yet looked really great. Suddenly Jeff felt insecure about the way he looked.

Alan walked over and offered his hand for a shake. Jeff shook it, meekly.

“Didn’t I tell you he is hot?” Ryan looked at Jeff. Jeff could only nod in agreement.

Alan looked embarrassed at the compliment. “Can I feel more comfortable?” he politely asked Jeff.

Again, Jeff nodded mutely, still unbelieving that this was all happening. Alan took off his shirt to reveal the rippling muscles. Jeff felt his jaw drop. And when he was down to his boxers, Jeff’s knees were weak. He approached Jeff but Jeff backed off a bit.

“Uhmm can I watch you two first?” Jeff asked.

“You sure?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah. You both look so great. It would be like watching porn.” Jeff found his voice and it was betraying his excitement.

Ryan went closer to his boyfriend and kissed him. Their arms locked in a tight embrace as they eagerly frenchkissed. It looks like ‘performing’ for an audience excited them. Meanwhile, Jeff settled on the bed and just lapped it all up. His cock was getting hard effortlessly.

Ryan was now going down on Alan’s chest. That chest that just won’t quit. With huge nipples that were so ready for biting. Ryan licked and sucked those nipples as Alan groaned.

He got to the navel and pulled the boxers down to expose the throbbing brown meat. But instead of swallowing the cock, he held it and looked at Jeffrey. He teased the head while maintaining eye contact. He is obviously getting into the role. It drove Jeff crazy.

Alan couldn’t hold it anymore and shoved his cock into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan gagged but quickly recovered. He let his boyfriend facefuck him. Alan was getting into it as well, thrusting his hips as he would occasionally glance at Jeff. Jeff was slowly stroking his own cock while watching.

Alan stopped Ryan and helped him up. They kissed momentarily before looking at Jeff. Alan motioned and they both wen to the bed to approach Jeff. Alan positioned himself at Jeff’s face and started stroking his cock. Ryan quickly went down on Jeff’s cock. Jeff grabbed that cock, looked up at Alan, and saw the huge pecs. He quickly swallowed the cock which made Alan moan softly.

With his free hand, Jeff fondled Alan’s smooth bubble butt. He wet his finger and probed Alan’s asshole. Meanwhile, he felt Ryan doing exactly the same thing to his butthole. The sandwiched feeling drove him crazy and he relaxed. He felt Ryan’s finger freely slide up the hole. And he started to enjoy it. Ryan stopped, got up and went to get something in Alan’s trousers. Condoms.

Alan pulled back and sat on the bed, beside Jeff. Ryan took the condoms and gave one to Jeff as he opened one and placed it on the bedside table. He winked at Jeff.

“We’ll start. Watch us.”

Alan got on all fours. Jeff watched us Ryan rimmed Alan well, licking and even biting his ass. With Alan all relaxed, Ryan took the condom and slipped it over his still-hard cock. He slowly put his cock inside, very slowly, allowing Jeff to see his cock slide in, inch by inch. Ryan was such a performer. With the cock all inside, he started thrusting his hips, first at a slow pace, then gradually picking up the tempo. Even as Ryan was fucking him, he leaned over and started sucking on Jeff’s cock. This scene was another mind-blower for Jeff. This huge muscled man feasting on his cock, his shoulders and ripped back before him. Looking up he saw how Ryan was ramming his own cock into that big butt of his. And Ryan just looking at him, as if he was fucking him, not Alan.

“Switch places?” asked Ryan.

“Huh?”

“Do you wanna fuck him or do you want me to fuck you?” Ryan winked.

“Oh.” Jeff looked for the condoms and grabbed one. He couldn’t resist wanting to fuck Alan, too. But this time, Alan laid on the bed, on his back. Ryan placed a couple of pillows under him to raise his butt.

“Fuck him, Jeff. Fuck him hard.”

Jeff knelt in front of Alan and just admired the scene first. He caressed his cock to make sure it was still rigid. Alan raised his legs up as Jeff guided his cock into the asshole. It slipped inside easily. Holding one leg up, Jeff started pumping his cock into Alan’s butt. The awesome power that he associated with being top came back to him. With this Adonis begging him to fuck him, he was nearing the moment.

He saw Ryan jerking himself off, watching them. And he also saw how Alan was all hard again, his own hand pumping his cock as he was being fucked. Jeff desperately tried to slow down to keep from climax.

“Shit! Shit! Can’t hold it.” cried Alan out as Jeff was still pumping him. And when he started coming, Jeff felt his asshole tighten its grip around his cock. Cum oozed out his cock. His abs undulated with spasm. He was drenched with sweat. Jeff kept on controlling his ejaculation.

“Oh fuck.” Ryan suddenly uttered. He approached Alan’s body and started squirting jism on his lover’s chest. He had his eyes closed so intensely as he was squeezing every drop from his red-headed cock.

Jeff couldn’t hold it any longer. He pulled from Alan’s butthole and quickly removed the rubber. He was deliriously moaning as he jerked and squeezed the cum out of his cock, coming all over Alan’s cock and navel. “Jesus!”

He exhaustedly laid down on the bed, beside Alan. And he noticed Ryan was on the other side. All he could hear was everyone panting. And the scent of cum and sweat hung heavily.

Ryan got up. “Sir, let’s move. We gotta get you back to the hotel.”

Jeff didn’t want to get up yet. But he was grateful that Ryan was insistent. “You go first.” Ryan signaled to him to go shower up. Alan was already snoring. “I’ll wake him up. Don’t worry.”

The trip back to the hotel was quiet. Both of them were up front as Jeff sat at the back. They dropped him off at the gate, careful that none of the guards might recognize Ryan.

“Thanks, guys. Thanks for bringing me back. Drive safely.” he waved at them as he walked up the ramp to the hotel entrance.

As he was walking towards the elevator, he received a message from Ryan.

“Hope it was good for you. I’ll miss you.”

Jeff looked at the message and smiled. He knew this was not going to be the last time he’ll see him or Alan.



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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Who is to say?

Love is so much bigger than my limited experiences of it. Five people have taught me this precious lesson.

From one dimension, I have this two gayfriends They are both into straight guys. I have always thought that was a sure road to disappointment. By definition, these guys would always be looking for girls to love, right?

In my journey, I went through that - falling for straight guys. That was in high school. Though my boyfriends then were straight, they were the ones who pursued. I felt the first stirrings of emotional love through those relationships. But as I entered college, I felt that it wouldn't or couldn't be what love was. There can't be longterm reciprocity.

I chanced upon learning about the category 'straight-acting gays' at that time. It was still called 'macho gay'. Macho gays hook up with other macho gays. That was some sort of epiphany. I knew what I wanted to become. I knew whom I was going to love and be loved in return.

I pursued that 'path' as these friends pursued theirs. We are 'in touch' with other thru that great invention called 'Facebook'. Both these friends of mine are now in relationships with hot, gorgeous straight guys. Both relationships have lasted for more than two years and going strong. Both of them feel loved, and they love in return. And these are not financial in nature. I used to be puzzled at how these could even come to be.

But not anymore. Who is to say that theirs is not love, simply because I impose my 'logic' on them?

Another two friends are posting photos of themselves in relationships. This time, both friends are in relationships with women. I know for a fact that both have had homosexual relationships. But now, all I see are their happy posts as straight couples.

I would quickly raise an eyebrow, as I viewed their timelines. Are these cases of MHL (My Husband's Lover) yet again? Talking to one of them, I learned that his love is as genuine and real as his love for his previous male partners. I still had my eyebrow raised as he was talking. To myself, I was quickly dismissing the relationship as false, as an example of how he has given in to pressure.

But not anymore. Who is to say that theirs is not love but convenience simply because I impose my prejudices on them?

Finally, I have just watched "her". The impulsive reaction is to question the truth about his 'love' experience. With an operating system? Seriously? But the way that 'love story' played out made me think, is it really any different? Was his experience less 'real'? I would have just dismissed it then.

But not anymore.


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Friday, February 28, 2014

Grateful: Witness to the March of Technology

It still amazes me now far technology has advanced from where it has been since I was sentient. I was born to a family that had very modest means in suburban Manila. In the middle of the 60's, all I remember were newspapers, magazines, radio and the phonograph for outside news and entertainment. But because both my parents were musically inclined, and Lola had a piano, we could manage to entertain ourselves simply by singing along to my sisters as they played the piano. During special occasions, we would watch movies. And that was always a major treat for us. We would even dress up!

Communicating was done through the telephone, with its rotary dial and the party line (the shared line). Luckily, she was our spinster neighbor who rarely used the phone. I would get into monumental bitch fights with our eldest sister when it came to using that phone.

Soon came the television set. It was a wonder for us, seeing all that moving pictures in the little black and white screen in an elegant wooden cabinet. The first set was our Lolo's, so watching any show was a community event. Excitement over the TV got me my first major surgery at the age of 6. I tripped running up the stairs with my lunch on hand. I hit my right eyebrow on the edge of the steps. I was rushed to the hospital, and stitched by my own father (he was a resident surgeon then) without anesthesia. Yes. Without anesthesia. Thankfully, I have no recollection of the pain.

The tape cassette recorder and player came and allowed us to capture music we liked. That was the birth of the playlist, though we didn't call it playlist then. It was just a 'tape' or 'mix'. That was such a blessing. We didn't have to buy LP's (long-playing vinyl records) anymore to have a copy of songs we loved.

When we were in high school, Sony came up with the Walkman. Suddenly, you could bring your music with you. Revolutionary!!! And the coolest classmates were the first ones to have that 'it' gadget! I got mine in 4th year. It was a first gen type, when 2nd gen was already available. But I loved it. I learned to experience STEREO for the first time - High Fidelity! I finally understood what depth in audio meant.

The CD player came next. The family's first one was a personal type, a Discman. My first investment in a CD was Madonna's Like A Prayer album. It was amazing! The sound seemed so crisp compared to an audio tape. I called it an investment because CD's were just too expensive for impoverished college kids like me.

To communicate faster, 'the upwardly mobile younger generation' relied on pagers! Either Pocketbell or Easycall. From big sets, the pagers became smaller and smaller. The process remained the same. You dial a call center and leave a "Message for ID number..." But you'd still need to have access to a landline to be able to return calls. And that meant using those red public phones (that never work) or the neighborhood sari-sari store for a quick call. Just imagine how 'revolutionary' it was when the first cellular phones started arriving in the Philippines. Finally a portable phone! No matter if it was as huge as a flat iron. It was personal and portable. We started dumping pagers for the chance to have a cellular phone. My first was huge Motorola. Getting signal was quite a problem. (Nothing really changes?) But I didn't have to wait in some sari-sari store for my turn.

Then the Internet! You could get a dial-up service through existing phone lines. Subscription included an email address. Communication became instantaneous. And if you had the patience, you could start tinkering with the browser and read oodles and oodles of information on anything and everything, including PORN!!

Reaching out to others became easier with ICQ, crude chat services. I used to visit chatrooms like Gay Manila. Though these chatrooms were full of possible hook-ups, you also got to meet friends whose shared interest went beyond having sex. There were eyeballs and grand eyeballs. My bf then and I loved attending them for a chance to see in person that seemingly hot number in the chatroom. No pictures on profiles yet. Just ASL's. LOL

Internet speeds accelerated. Websites became portals which included billboards and chatrooms. Photos became easier to share. Then soon, even videos.

Meanwhile, phones reduced in size and SMS became a feature. Previously, you could only text within telco subscribers. Then the barriers went down. I still remember the first messages I sent from my Globe line to a Smart line of a potential date. Groundbreaking!

On the music scene, portable mp3 players made their debut. But they didn't catch my attention. The iPod did. But I had to wait for the 3rd Gen just to make sure it wouldn't just be a fad. And the 'playlist' was coined and born.

Digital cameras and videocams were also increasing in specifications and becoming cheaper. Soon after, cameras appeared in mobile phones, too.

I'll stop at this point. It gets both complicated yet more exciting and convenient. But beyond praising the current capabilities of the iPhone, iPad, etc., I am grateful for having seen this 'march of technology'. I have known how it is to be simple and unwired and unplugged. Yet I have also felt the ultimate convenience that current technology offers. I was born at the right time to have witnessed all this.



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