The World Wide Web!

          I already had an FB account for about 2 years now and recently, because of the need to expand my clientele for a small business, i learned how to create (of course with the help of my girl friend) a page for promotions.

         Then my younger brother told me to have a Twitter account, so I could get in touch more often with my prospective customers..and with my tweets, I can have them follow me especially if these will be connected with my business.

        So today, I decided to sign up. It was a culture shock for me! I mean, it is so much okay and fun, but I was a baby of the 90s and honestly I am bot quite at pace with all those stuff that I had to click on each of the pages! 

        But I am willing to learn, though. It will take time. I need time.

        For now, I am curious if this post will reach people I know..hope it can interest them.

        I keep my fingers crossed. 

The Young of Hearts

               It is kinda funny how sometimes we find laughs even in a seemingly extraordinary way. I was on my way home after a tiring day at work. For somebody who lives in a far, far away land, such as Antipolo City, riding the LRT seems to be the greatest invented means of transportation! 

               But of course, riding the LRT is also like being in a camp, where POWs  are all-haggard and lined-up for the sparsely bowl of boiled potato.I am one of those people all-haggard waiting in line (if you can call it that) for the next train to arrive! 

           I confess, I am quite the sensitive type, meaning, I hate crowded places like LRT because as a medically-inclined person, I know of infectious and communicable diseases like tuberculosis, SARS, etc. And I do have paranoia with those each time I ride the LRT. 

               But then this day was different. I knew the LRT was jam-packed and I could smell all their armpits and their "sweat"-scented clothing, yet I found a way to divulge my attention into something else.I looked around and noticed people blabbering and chattering about anything. There was a group of male college students talking about their moms.One of them said, "Tol, bat ganun no? nung bata pa tayo, gusto natin lagi kasama nanay natin sa bahay, tapos umiiyak pa tayo pag umaalis nanay natin sa bahay. Tapos ngayon, mas gusto natin pag wala sa bahay nanay natin". The other guy laughed and said, " OO nga tol, pag ngayon nasa bahay nanay mo matakot ka, pag wala sa bahay masaya ka!"

             That gave me a silent yet hearty laugh! I realized I could relate to those guys. I realized how, during my teen years, I would remember the times when my mommy's not in the house, and then I would goof around or do stuff that she wouldn't like! I realized, yes, what those teenagers said were so true. The reasons why, during teenage years, we sometimes didn't want our mommy in the house are too many to mention, including (just smile if you agree) : 1. mommy tends to nag around the house, 2. mommy is wary about every little thing we do, 3. mommy doesn't agree with whatever we do, 3. mommy is on Commando mode, telling us to do the dishes when we are too busy on the phone...and the list goes on.

            I wonder how did these guys ever come up with a conversational topic such as that. It appears funny, yet true. It was something to laugh about, yet it also reflects how we see things as we get by from childhood to teen years, to middle age and to old age. And it came to me,  when I was a lot younger, I would always want to go where mommy goes. When I became a teenager, either I would want to be out of the house all the time, or be at home wishing mommy will not say anything drastic or ask me to do chores. And then, when I became a mother myself, I realized all the love and sacrifices my mommy has shown to me. I've read wall posts of persons way much older than me, and for me it  is amazing to learn that when a mother or a parent leaves or dies, they'd wish to turn back time so they can be together again. 

               Life is a cycle,really. I know someday, when I get old, I would wish mommy will always be here for me. I'd wish to be a child again so that mommy can stay with me for the longest time. 

              I wrote this post because those college guys made me laugh yet they taught me more, not only about age and generation gap between parent and children, but also about learning at what point in life I am. Fortunately, way past the teenage reasoning, and if you'll ask me now, yes, I need mommy, maybe not for her to be physically around, but just her voice and advice would make me feel everything will always be okay.

                  Should I change the title of this post?