Move closer, set my world on fire…

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I wrote more when I was less required to. It was never a problem, even as early as six pm, beer still buzzing in head, nicotine not entirely up in the head yet. A mere tapping of keys end up with a page full of useless words. Now, the curse of the blinking cursor is stronger, and the white of a page is no longer a friend.

I need to write. But now, that comes in a different sense. Thinking, writing it down, listening to you talk to your head should be like a lie you could easily slip away. Turn off the lights, turn on the rain, and pick up a bottle of beer on your way. How tempting.

Every piece of letter on first rehearse, go back and make the right decision to not save.

The Problem with Blogging

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Working in an industry that pays you to blog carries about difficulties that most bloggers face, with some additional toppings. Going to work everyday, churning your brains to dish out about four blogs on a client’s service or product creates a thin film that seems to block the usual consciousness of those who blog for personal reasons. It creates the illusion that it’s okay to flood out all thoughts and publish them on the web. It creates a false illusion that yes, the whole of the internet is your friend.

So you publish a post, receive both positive AND negative feedback, and all of a sudden, you say, well, it’s my personal blog. You cannot hold what I say against me because they are purely my opinions. No matter how rotten I write it, no matter how intrusive the topics, no matter how dangerously private the information is, others should not care because this is no longer for the company. These are my own opinions. Wrong.

Writing something and publishing it on the web for all the world to see is no longer something as private as an email to your closest friends. It is there, everyone can see it, and everyone also has the right to place whatever opinions they have about it. You both have equal rights. Face the facts. You get immediate responses, both bad and good. And this is the juice of the brilliance of blogging.

If you’re not open to face the facts, you either cut back on writing, or, swallow your disillusionment and deal with it.

There are a lot of wasted internet space that talk about the nonsensical world. However, that is not for me, or any reader can judge. The blogsphere is a medium for those with similar ideas to converge, communicate, and share. And, whether we like it or not, there are those who share the same love of the supposed nonsense of who their favorite heroes are, or whether Megan Fox is as hot as the movies portray her to be.

Fucking Evil European Clowns

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I always knew clowns were evil. This is the first of a series of blogs about proof of the evil that are clowns. They are out to conquer the world with their over-applied lipstick, afro hair and star painted eye make-up. They intend to turn us into something like them, beginning with shoe-size.

I am going to have nightmares later tonight.

Long Vacation

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I'm thinking of going on a vacation. A really long one. Probably a week long. That's long enough in our line of work I guess. I want to go to a really nice beach, with no acquaintances. Not the usual Samal.

I already pictured it out. Lying on the beach, a bottle in hand, waves all over. A girl can dream, but I'm definitely going to put it on my calendar.

Exercising Bush

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Oh I just can't help me... Hahahahha.

Broken Zippers

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I never could stand a blinking cursor, except during 2 in the mornings. And if have anyone to blame, it would be my mother. I remember that first 2 am, when she made it clear I was not to leave the house, but made it too awkward for me to leave my seat, which was, at that time, the computer chair. I did not eat, did not talk, and did not sleep. I just sat there, facing the blinking cursor in its white plain again and again, until I began to move.

At first it was a forward backward movement. Typing a word or three, just enough to pretend to be working on something important. Mother just couldn’t weigh my idea of importance. It was always about the family, my father, my sister, me, sisters, brothers, aunts and uncles. I don’t even know a lot of my uncles and aunts. I know that I have an aunt who was I nun. But I forgot her name. I just remember her white and grey uniform, and her nice smile, and my not liking her, for some reason.

And there it always started. On the blinking cursor, I would eventually remember things, dreams, childhood memories, daily routines, absurd, funny, scary, it didn’t really matter, as long as I found something to do to get me to sleep. I remember the most prominent today was still about nuns, which is probably why I remember that aunt of mine.

Every day break, before I went to sleep, I would light my last cigarette and stare at the children outside the gate. Typically clean and dirt at the same time, their hair wet from their recent early baths, shirts white, but not quite. Their bags, most of it with broken zippers, are strapped on their backs. And I swear, if I ever go near them, they would smell like drool on paper. Their paper always seems to smell like that. So does their bags, and their hair. But I really couldn’t tell, they were too far away. And as I would stare at those white and green clad children, a line of nuns, usually five to seven of them, would line up, riding their old fashioned but shiny bikes. It always struck me as something picturesque, like something that came out of a movie. Their bikes were always particular, like the one Maria used to ride in the movie with a dozen kids.

Obama Wins the Election

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I Won the Bet

To those who have read the previous post, well, I would like to address to the person in topic, thank you for the admittance, and I understand the slight twistedness of communication. And, no, I will not say who it is.

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Obama is president. I won the bet… I am so going out this Saturday, think of the location, the menu, and the booze, and just wait until the beloved Saturday.

A bit cheerful I may be, however, I do worry for the world of Offshore Outsourcing, especially MY world of offshore outsourcing. If he really does perform the platform he had presented, then there might be a difficulty in the coming years. Perhaps less clients? Cheaper rates? Or maybe his financial advisers will counsel him to do otherwise, and we can still channel that American Dream towards our country.

Here is a copy of Obama’s speech I read from Danton Remoto’s site.

Remarks of President-Elect Barack Obama-as prepared for delivery
Election Night
Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
Chicago, Illinois

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

It’s the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.

It’s the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.

It’s the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

It’s been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.

I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he’s fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation’s promise in the months ahead.

I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.

I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation’s next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that’s coming with us to the White House. And while she’s no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.

To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics - you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you’ve sacrificed to get it done.

But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to - it belongs to you.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn’t start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington - it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.

It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation’s apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.

I know you didn’t do this just to win an election and I know you didn’t do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they’ll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor’s bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there.

There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won’t agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can’t solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it’s been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it’s that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers - in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.

Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, “We are not enemies, but friends…though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection.” And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too.

And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world - our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down - we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security - we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America’s beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.

For that is the true genius of America - that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that’s on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She’s a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.

She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn’t vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.

And tonight, I think about all that she’s seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can’t, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when women’s voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that “We Shall Overcome.” Yes we can.

A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can’t, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:

Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.