The Department of Justice has issued a subpoena againtst former Pinoy Big Brother housemate Baron Geisler for the Acts of Lasciviousness filed against him by Patrizha Maree Aguila Martinez, daughter of former matinee idol William Martinez and former co-housemate Yayo Aguila.

This, after the young actor allegedly fondled the breast of the Martinez daughter, and lured her into having sex after they met at the Fiamma Bar on Jupiter Street in Makati City last April 25. Geisler was said to be drunk at the time.

GMANews reports that the Martinezs are reported to be asking 5 million pesos in damages from Geisler.

by: Ava Guerrero (PNX)

Be yourself.

It’s a cliché that I always hear from people who seemingly do not feel any sort of insecurities, who do not care of what other people might think of them, who aren’t afraid to voice out their opinions, who aren’t reluctant to ignite a fight when somebody dares to confront them. Be yourself. Be yourself. Be yourself.

This mantra has been long used to increase a person’s self-esteem, to give them a sense of superiority or to boost up their confidence. It can be heard in TV commercials, teen mags, and even posters endorsing a face-powder product. But sad to say, it doesn’t work for me. Seeing myself as a person who exudes great amounts of confidence shrinks into some kind of drama and I’m the lead star. It becomes unnatural.

The more I try to be confident the more I feel that I am just pretending to be someone I am not. The more I try to rid myself of inhibitions, the more the mask of pretension thickens and tightens. I strongly disagree that you should always be yourself, taking into consideration the meaning it implies. I disagree that should you only act upon your own will all the time, without considering the probable outcome of your actions, or mulling over on what others may think of you or feel about you. This is the reason why I have those inhibitions.

The reason why I do not easily give in to the bitter cravings of my flesh. The proper mantra for me should be, “Think before you act”. Is this morally correct? Will it hurt somebody’s feelings? Will it destroy my dignity and reputation? Will they get mad? Will it stir up trouble or bring about peace? Some people would side-step those questions easily. They would speak themselves out saying that they don’t care. As long as they’re being themselves at that moment in time, they think there’s nothing wrong. Before, I was sort of obliged to think and act that way.

My mind was fed with that kind of principle. But I sensed something was wrong, it was not a perfect idea at all. What if it is already wrong being myself? Humans commit mistakes and mistakes committed can never be justified by saying that humans are humans and to err is human. What room is there for change? Is it justifiable to say that I was being a truthful liar? Is it right to say that because I am a braggart, then people should accept that, instead of trying to be humble at times? Some people could openly say that they are stingy for example.

I even know a person who is applauded for being bad-mouthed. Why? They admire his being true to himself. They like the way he speaks himself out. They do not see that what he does is wrong cause it is over-shadowed by that mantra. As I have noticed, people like these don’t want to be called hypocrites. So what would they do? They’d keep on doing those things albeit the fact that those things are wrong just to be spared from being conceived as someone who pretends. Most people are engulfed in that kind of mentality. That if you do something against your own will, then you are being pretentious, you’re on the wrong track. You are called a hypocrite or ‘plastic’ as widely used by Filipinos. This is a great misconception, in my opinion.

What is wrong in controlling yourself when needed? Is it wrong to oppose your own will if you know for yourself that it is wrong? Should you not use your mind more often instead of letting go of your emotions that easily? Should you always need to spill out your feelings if you know it isn’t necessary and would just stir things up all the more? Should you not keep quiet in those moments when you like to scream yourself out? Like what I’ve stated earlier, when I try to show people that I am fearless, that I don’t care how the world sees me, all the more I become pretentious, cause in reality I don’t always say, what I really want to say.

Being myself all the time would only bar me from any proper and more acceptable attitude I should have elicited during a certain situation or scenario. I do not fancy spurting out words that will only hurt others feelings just to let out mine. If rambling about my own feelings would only cause others to feel badly about themselves rather than console them, I’d better keep them to myself. That facet of me is always misinterpreted. What should I expect? That’s better I guess than to unhesitantly prattle about how ugly a person is just because it is the truth.

I do not objectively create a norm for everyone to follow. It’s just my own norm, my own creed. It’s just my own opinion, my own analysis. It’s just that not because you replace harsh words with kind words then you’re being pretentious. The truth is, it brings about good relationships, instead of hostility towards one another. I think through that, a person’s real being is revealed.

by: Graciel Guevarra

Life is a very cruel, cruel game. The term dog-eat-dog is very much applicable. But what’s really downheartening is, you meet someone who you thought is the best person in the world, pouring all your love and care to him, but it turns out that you’ve made a VERY huge mistake. Try as you might, you can’t turn back the hands of time to retrace your steps. In that point, you’d be asking questions like ‘Is it an inborn curse to lose?’ or even say ‘Why does it always have to be me? Why not my neighbor?’

If only Life has a feeling of it’s own, it would laugh; cruel, harsh, and heartless. But instead, Life is a big puppeteer and all of us are like a million Pinocchios. With string in its hand, we’d be trained to walk, talk, run, etc. on the face of the earth. We’d be walking up and down the street and meet a lot of other Pinocchios. Soon, we would meet the Pinocchio of our dreams and fall head over heels over them, oblivious that Puppeteer is creating a game of its own. So, while we are overly drunk at the love we are feeling to the Pinocchio we think is our future spouse, the right Pinocchio passes by. Then when the time comes you become somber and become aware of reality, you’d realize that your own Pinocchio isn’t the right one for you. The real Pinocchio for you is also suffering to another wrong puppet of his dreams. Damn

What made Life do something cruel and daunting like that? It’s like it doesn’t care about what we feel at all. The happiness we longed to feel and experience is now far away from our grasps. Well, it may be physically near but it’s like a star you can see but you cannot reach. Maybe you’d think this is crazy but we do lose something we haven’t even owned. Maybe, destiny re-arranged our heart’s possessions and played a prank, well, Life told it to.

Sometimes, you’d just want to close your eyes and think that all of this is a big, big, joke. Sleep away the tears and the pain you feel inside but the moment you wake up, the pain is still there, tremendous pain. No amount of consolation can take it away. It doubles, it triples, it even quadruples…with that, you might just want to sleep forever.

Crazy…what a crazy life we have. You love the wrong person, the right one comes along. Tremendous, overwhelming pain succumbs you to forget the happiness you once dreamed off…you feel doubt because you thought you have loved someone you thought you’d love forever until the game is over and you realize you lost… It is like a disease you thought was measly and unimportant you neglect it. Until it is written all over your face that the truth had just passed you by.

The cure?

The hugs and love from the right Pinocchio…

disclaimer: this applies ONLY to those who feels the same way. Don’t blabber at me saying ‘Ooh, I already found my TRUE love and I am not regretting anything!!!!’ Well, I HAVEN’T FOUND MINE YET! And maybe 52% of the human population too!!!!!

by : Russet

“Farewell to you my friends, we’ll see each other again; Don’t worry ‘coz its not the end of everything. I may be miles away, but here is where my heart will stay With you, my friends with you.”
This is probably the one of the most favorite graduations songs in this part of the globe. Who could not relate to this song especially when we have survived school mainly because of the support of our friends? Surely, many of us have gone through the ups and downs of student life just to get hold of our precious diplomas. And a lot of you out there have endured the pressure of submitting those countless book reports, term papers and undergoing those sleepless nights knowing that you have your “barkada” to get you through. And who could ever forget all those group study-cum- love-talk sessions over bottles of beer! Oh, well… student life!

I am no exception. And I must say that I have been so much blessed to find friends whom I have really held on to when the demands of school have been too toiling for me. But graduation is inevitable and we all have to say our farewells and go on separate ways.

Recently, though, I had the opportunity of meeting my old college buddies. After almost five years of not bumping into each other’s lives, we have decided to spend one Saturday afternoon just to be together. Surprisingly, while we all went to the same college, we have pursued different paths. Two are into business, one is an FM disc jockey, one is with PAGCOR and yours truly… uhm.. well.. nevermind! It was a day of endless chit-chatting and we definitely had fun reminiscing our college days. And to make that day even more memorable, we definitely had our pictures taken (we actually had to buy a disposable camera for this!). And, oh yes, we surely had to end our day with few bottles of beer at The Fort.

Truly, as we move on through life, we meet people and find new friends. But I guess, no matter how many new friendships we have built, there will always be those few earthlings we will treasure for life.

EKEMEKE (as we call our group) will always be EKEMEKE. We have chosen this name because, while the word is not found in any dictionary, it made such an impact when one of us coined this word. And EKEMEKE had undeniably made an impact in our lives.

EKEMEKE… we will see each other again…coz here is where my heart will stay… with you my friends, with only you…..

by: Elaine de Villa

I am married for 7 months now. I feel so blessed for I have found my husband. Wala na nga akong mahihiling pa sa Diyos sa pagbibigay niya sa akin ng taong tulad niya. We got married last September 28, 2002 after our 4 years of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Many said that our wedding is a perfect one. We are so happy that until now some people still remember how beautiful our wedding day was and how some of them wanted to ask for our help as they prepare for their wedding. We were engaged for about a year and we prepared for our wedding for a year too. May be, that made our wedding beautiful and organized.

At present, we already have our own house and lot. Kaya nga ang saya kasi kami lang talaga ng asawa ko ang magkasama sa bahay. Magkasabay at magkasama naming sinimulan ang lahat. Dito namin ipinagpapatuloy ang lahat ng aming mga pangarap at plano sa aming binubuong pamilya. Mabait ang asawa ko, maasikaso… He is really my angel… Siya ba yong tipo ng lalaking hindi mo na kailangan pang sabihin na tulungan ka… He helps me in household chores… basta lagi kaming magkatulong sa lahat ng gawain sa bahay. Mas lalo ko nga siyang minamahal. Sa pagdaan ng mga araw, mas lalo kong nakikita ang tunay na siya. Sobra na akong masuwerte for having him talaga in my life and I can’t thank God enough for this blessing.

We always have open communication. At night, before we sleep, we pray together, sometimes he leads the prayer, sometimes, i am the one who lead. We become more close lalo na ngayon na buntis na ako sa aming first baby!!! Sobrang sarap na pakiramdam na kasama ko siya sa maraming sandali ng aking paglilihi at hirap na pinagdadaanan dala ng aking pagbubuntis. Sabi ko nga, ano ba’ng kabutihan ang nagawa ko para bigyan ako ng Diyos ng taong katulad niya.

Pero alam nyo ba na may heartaches din ang aming love story? It happened before we got married; it was 2001! How can I ever forget that day???

He was still studying in one of the colleges in Manila and he was in his fourth year (college). That was Holy Week 2001…

He had his OJT in one of the big companies in Makati. Doon may nakilala siyang isang babae na nag-OJT din. Bagamat one week lang silang nagkasama, nagkaron sila ng communication that made them somehow get themselves know better. Hindi ko nga siguro nakita ang closeness na yon pero naramdaman ko na agad nang sabihin pa lang ng BF ko na sabay silang nag-lunch nong girl. Iba nga siguro ang babae kasi me intuition power tayo na wala ang mga lalaki. Iba na agad ang pakiramdam ko dahil doon. Pag-uwi nya ng weekend, magkasama kami dalawa ng tumawag ung girl sa celfone ng BF ko, though he didn’t answer the call. Wala lang daw yon. Lalo akong nagduda at napaiyak pa nga ako pero he made me believe that IT WAS REALLY NOTHING! Bagamat nagkagalit kaming dalawa, naayos pa rin yon. Pagbalik nya sa Manila, I received text messages from him na hindi naman para sa akin ang mga messages na yon. Alam ko, don pa lang na-sure ko na there’s something going between them. Tumawag ako sa kanya at sinabi ko na umuwi na sya kasi gusto ko syang makausap tungkol don. Pag-uwi naman nya, wala akong hininging paliwanag. Sabi kasi nya, wrong sent din daw yon, forward lang nya sa akin. Ewan ko rin kung bakit wala akong nagawa, hindi ko nagawang magalit sa kanya. It was Holy Week so he had to go home. (a neighboring town) The next morning, wala lang na nag text ako sa kanya. Sabi ko: Mahal mo pa ba ako?” Hindi nya sinagot ang text ko. Sinabi lang nya eh magkita daw kami. Don pa lang, alam ko na na “he’s falling with that girl he met.”

I will never ever forget that day! Wala syang nasabi kundi Sorry. Umiyak lang ako. Alam ko na agad. Sobrang sakit pala pag ganon. Pagtingin ko sa kanya, umiiyak din siya. He was blaming himself. Hindi daw nya yon ginusto. Ganon ba yon, pagkatapos ng 2 years naming pagsasama, basta na lang siya aalis, basta na lang hindi na nya ako mahal. Isinoli ko sa kanya yong engagement ring na bigay nya sa akin. (Masakit talaga kasi nga may mga plano na kami para magpakasal though matagal na matagal pa.) Sa tindi ng sakit na naramdaman ko lalo na ng tanggapin nya ang singsing na isinoli ko (umasa siguro ko na di nya yon tatanggapin), sinuntok ko sya. Di ko alam kung gaano yon kalakas. (malakas kasi talaga akong sumuntok palibhasa ako lang ang anak na babae).

Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit at paano nangyari. Umalis na ako kasi alam ko naman na wala talaga. He asked for his freedom. panahon para makapag-isip at para makasiguro sa kanyang nararamdaman. He even told me that he’s going to the girl’s place kasi may date sila. Kaya alam ko rin sa sarili ko na malabo na nga para magkabalikan pa kami lalo pa at pakiramdam ko naman na may gusto rin sa kanya yong babae. I was about to go home pero paglingon ko ay kasunod ko pa rin sya. Nagalit pa nga ako kasi nga wala na kami. Wala na syang pakialam sa akin. Pero di siya umalis. Dahil don, naisip ko na ganon pala, hindi ako pumayag na magkahiwalay kami kasi nga ayaw ko naman talaga eh. Hindi na nga siya nagkaron ng panahon para makapag-isip at makasiguro sa kanyang sarili. Basta lang ayoko at alam ko lang na I will not give up. hindi ako papayag na mawala sya sa akin. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, kakikilala pa lang nya sa babaeng yon, kami matagal na. Marami na kaming napagdaanan at kahit di ko narinig sa kanya na mahal pa nya ako. hindi ako umalis. Sa maniwala kayo at sa hindi, we spent the whole night of that unforgettable Good Friday sa kalye. Lakad lang kami ng lakad. I did not gave up kasi alam ko sa sarili ko na “I have found the one whom my soul loves and I would like to spend my whole life forever.” Sa buong magdamag na magkasama kami, nalaman ko sa kanya ang buong kwento. Masakit talaga. Di ko nagawang magalit sa kahit kanino. He returned the ring at sinabi nya sa akin na wag na wag ko na raw ibabalik yon sa kanya kahit kailan. Para sa akin lang daw talaga yon. Early morning, sinabi ko sa kanya na tawagan nya yong girl. Sya na ang makipag-usap. Wala naman kasing kasalanan yong girl.

Gumawa ako ng paraan para makilala yong babae. Nakausap ko sya through chatting. Nagpakilala ako sa kanya na bestfriend ako ng BF ko kaya alam ko ang buong pangyayari. Nalaman ko na isa siyang achiever, a consistent honor student since high school at running for magna cum laude sa isang kilalang university. She even joined beauty contests at nananalo pa nga siya. In short, maganda siya. Nalaman ko pa na we both came from the same school in high school. Nalaman ko rin na she was really actually falling in love with my BF. mahal na nga daw nya (naisip ko, buti di ako nag-give up. pero naisip ko rin. walang-wala pala ako sa kanya.) Baka nga dapat eh sila na lang ng BF ko. Pero nagpakilala rin ako sa kanya. Naging chatmate ko sya, eventually nagpapalitan kami ng e-mail tapos text mate ko na rin sya. Somehow, naging friends na rin kami. She’s a sweet person, me mga insecurities din pala.

There were times that I just cried. Parang nawalan na ako ng bilib sa aking sarili. Pakiramdam ko, masyado lang akong nagpilit kaya di kami nagkahiwalay ng BF ko. Hindi ko na makita sa sarili ko na siguro maganda rin naman ako. (parang pinaniwala ko lang talaga ang sarili ko na maganda nga ako) Marami ang nagsasabi na may dating naman daw talaga ang BF ko. Ang hirap ng naramdaman ko.

Pagkatapos ng mga nangyari, nag-usap kami, heart-to-heart talk ba, ng BF ko. Hiningi nya na magtiwala akong muli sa kanya. Na sana ay mahalin ko pa rin sya (di naman kasi nawala ang pagmamahal ko. nagkalamat lang siguro). Na sana ay makalimutan ko na ang nangyari, na sana ay bumalik na sa dati ang relationship namin. Alam ko sa sarili ko, nagtitiwala na ako sa kanya pero nasasaktan pa rin ako at natatakot. Sabi nya, wag na raw akong makipag-usap don sa girl para makalimutan ko na nga ng tuluyan. Sabi ko naman, gusto ko kaya kong harapin sya kung magkikita kami at gusto kong mapatunayan na wala na nga ang sakit ng loob na naramdaman ko.

That was very tough experience! That made us stronger I believe. Thankful pa nga ako kasi we realized so many things with what happened to us. Masaya na kami at hanggang ngayon, alam ko at naniniwala ako na ginusto talaga ito ng Diyos. And I thank Him always kasi siguro binulungan ako ng Diyos na “I had to fight for my love!”

i really consider myself so lucky and full of love and blessings. definitely, i am so sure of him really and di ko naman itataya ang aking kaligayahan for life kung di ako sure. I JUST KNOW THAT I HAVE FOUND THE SOUL WHOM MY SOUL LOVES… FOREVER… and i always thank God for that experience happened to us. i just realized that i really love him and that he loves me more than i love him… i can see it from all the things he had done and has been doing. he even become sweeter and so thoughtful. i can feel that love that i really treasure… so much. God is really soooo sooo good to me for he gave him to me. siguro nga, i’ll be forever regreting if i let him go and i gave up… He must have His own plans for us… That incident made us closer and stronger anyways and if it did not happen… there’ll be no more realizations on that side of our love story.

That is why i vowed to love and accept him, in good times or in bad, now and forever… the only way i know how… fully, truly, completely and unconditionally.

by: Monmon

Greeted by fellow numbed coffee-enthusiasts, I found a hostile sit for two at the attic. The lady barista warmly greeted me, as if she knew me. I gave a nod then asked for my coffee drip.

“House-blend decaff, tall size, for here, in a mug please,” I said, before she could further clarify my desired brew herself. She asked me if I wanted to add banana bread or ensaymada.

I thought maybe she remembered my usual must-have orders before. But I doubt it. That was almost six months ago. Before I could pay, I grabbed two chocolate wafer sticks and placed them on the tray.

The barista then asked me, “Kamusta na kayo?” I just took my change, took it as crew’s hospitality, and tried to smile. Yeah. She remembered me. Nothing significant really changed with the way I looked, anyway. I dress the same just as before, and perhaps that made me easy to recognize.

At the back of my mind I wondered, “Siya kaya, naaalala din ako? Uh, nah, forget about her.”

I could feel the warmth of my perfectly blended coffee with six sachets of brown sugar in it as its aroma blended with the air. The cheese of my ensaymada melted well that it only took me four bites to consume it.

Wow, that morning seemed to be like a completely worry-free day – no deadlines, no heavy workload, and no reason to hurry up for office. It was past 11 a.m.

Minutes later, I grabbed my jacket and loose sketchpad, and headed out of the store. I didn’t take my usual pathway as I went back to work that day. I took the short cuts instead to get to the office faster. I trekked the two-meter wide pedestrian walkway between the two enclosed parking lots fronting the two gargantuan twin towers where I work.

What I thought was a “one fine day” instantly seemed to turn out the opposite. My mind suddenly clouded as I saw Christine walking across my direction. She looked more beautiful than ever in her red tops! Though I love to see those smiles perfectly drawn on her face, her pretty eyes and fragile lips, I felt so ashamed that I can’t even lift my head and look at her in the eye. Instead, I played stupid, pretended that I was busy “texting” and in a hurry, and didn’t even recognize her. I herd my heartbeat thump louder than my footsteps, as our paths got closer. The walkway is too narrow that I felt our shoulders almost touched. Collided. I was freezing cold hearing her sweet voice once again while she was speaking to her companions walking before her.

I’m not sure if she ignored me too by purpose but somehow it’s a good thing she didn’t bother to greet me. I could’ve said or done the most “duh” thing if she did still try to get my attention. Though I have a few memorized lines prepared before hand, I knew at that certain moment, nothing would come out of my mouth. I still love her.

She was the person the lady barista was referring to, earlier at the coffee shop when she asked me “Kamusta na kayo?”.

Six months ago, I asked the same lady barista to buy flowers at the nearby stall secretly, and give it to Christine. They would normally serve our orders a little delayed then because the concoction she loves take a worthy time to prepare, and it would be perfect then if together upon serving is a bouquet of peach Columbian mums to fire up my café diskarte.

But the moons and the stars were not generous that day that our cupid collaboration never transpired. Instead, in a rainy afternoon, a teary-eyed conversation happened exactly where I sat earlier that morning.

by: yuga

I’m not really fond of texting. For every 10 text messages sent to me, I answer perhaps one or two of them (assuming they really require urgent answering). Otherwise, I’d call them up or pop them up over YM or MSN. This could be one of the reasons why I can’t text fast enough and am not infected by the texting shortcuts that are an utter disgrace to grammar. Well, that’s another story altogether.

What I’m more concerned about is the notorious exploitation of SMS technology to spread the habit of gambling, even amongst the young texters. Surely, most if not all of you have had joined in one time or another any of these SMS promos where you get to win prizes like cell phones or cash just by sending text messages to a certain number (usually short, 3 to 5 digit numbers) provided by the telcos. To add to that, the more you send them, the more your chances of winning the pot.

Unbeknownst to the participants of these promotions or contests, they are already a part of a multi-million high-tech gambling empire. Let’s face it, these texting games or contests are more or less under the principle of chance and therefore can be considered gambling. One may not notice it primarily because it does not entail very large sum of money like the mega lotto or other lotto’s sponsored by PCSO or PAGCOR.

If some of you may have remembered STL (Small Time Lottery) almost a decade ago, this texting contest fad is more or less akin to that. Spending one or two pesos for a chance of winning a couple thousand bucks is very appealing indeed. It’s not even that noticeable since you’re only sending out text messages and not 2-peso coins.

What is more surprising is that this trend has become very much alive and thriving in all forms and manner.

I once stopped by a local 7-11 store to buy soda and something to munch and the store had a texting promo for their anniversary where you could win a brand new car - all just by texting them your receipt number. A year ago, when they’re still using tambiolos, they’d only get increased sales and patronage in exchange for the prizes given away. Today, they also get revenues from profit-sharing schemes with the telcos. Very creative, indeed. Tempting, but I didn’t even bother sending a single text message.

Time and again, we Filipinos have proven that any new technology can be harnessed and turn into profitable businesses. With the Philippines becoming Asia’s texting capital in a short span of time, it is a lucrative venture to go into business using your own mobile cell phone. What more with over 12 million potential customers ready to grab that chance to win the lotto. The government should really take a good look at this before things get out of proportion.

Haven’t you noticed all local TV channels are full of “text-this-and-text-that” allusions nowadays? How about you? Ready to part with your hard-earned peso?

by: Nerbie

I feel nervous every time I leave home for work. The recent bombing incidents have made me think of how dangerous things are nowadays. Imagine, I ride the top three forms of public transportation in the metropolis: the Jeepney, the Bus and the MRT. With the recent bombing of the Bus in Balintawak, Quezon City, I sometimes think that the public utility vehicle where I’m riding might be the next target. Well, I can’t do anything about it because I still need to go to work and feed my family.

I don’t get why these terrorists are doing such evil acts. Killing innocent lives in one blow is not a joke. Millions of Filipinos still believe that life is precious and why the hell these terrorists think otherwise boggles the mind. I’m sure they have their own families also. If one of their family member, let say, dies don’t they mourn? Of course they do unless if they don’t have a heart at all. Don’t they realize that the victims of their bombings have families too, waiting for them at home?

Nobody’s is perfect in this world. I admit, I sometimes commit mistakes but then I’m just human but then killing innocent people is just too much. I just hope and pray that one day God will enlighten their minds and stop these fruitless actions.

by : Russet

asl?
19/f/phil u?
22/m/usa … ctc?
ok, np
lol

Looks familiar?

For those who are now reading this article, I’m sure that at one time or another, you have entered the world inside the chat room.. Hey, don’t deny it because I, too, am guilty of spending long hours in front of my PC chatting with.. uhmm.. WHOEVER…

The Internet has truly made the world a lot smaller. For the more serious ones, the worldwide web, has helped business transactions less complicated and information dissemination easier.

On the lighter side, it has also provided an avenue to communicate and interact with anyone, help friendships flourish.. and to the fortunate species out there.. for relationships to blossom… and yes, I am referring to the world inside the chat room!

But the value of the chatting, whether through the MIRC, Yahoo Messenger, MSN Messenger, depends on how you use it.

It can keep you company when you cannot sleep, cut your telephone bill but still remain updated with old friends elsewhere. And for those away from home or who need to work in other countries, chatting has become a therapy against homesickness. It makes them feel a lot closer to home and family. The new friends they meet in the chat room create a sense of belonging in those times of loneliness. And with people from different places inside the channel, it is definite that whatever time of the day you log on, you will surely find someone to talk to.

However, chatting has also its “negative” side. Chats can expose you to a lot of unpleasant behavior. Talking inside chat rooms can be a bit wild with a great deal of sex talks, sleaze and garbage. Sexual proposals made inside the chat room are not far-fetched (heard of those SEBs?). No offense meant to those who are into it because it is really a matter of choice whether to accept or refuse offers of this nature.

Talking to fellow chatters seems to transport you to another world that you tend to forget time and the other things that you have to attend to. The excitement of meeting different people will leave you wanting for more, until such time that you can never let a day pass without entering what has become your favorite chat room.

I started chatting quite a bit late.. if my memory serves me right, probably around January of 2001.. though a lot of my buddies have told me the fun they derive out of it..

At first, I cannot seem to understand why people would spend long hours just to “chat”. I also didn’t find the idea of EBs interesting.. I was definitely contended with the set of friends that I have…. so I thought…then…

But curiosity led me to the IRC.. and before I knew it, I got.. well… hooked!!.. and to this day, I am proud to say that I have been a regular of the MIRC (#pobres-park at Dalnet… hehehe.. plugging!)

Surprisingly, while at first you really do not know the person you are “chatting” with, you tend to get interested with that person… know their interests.. their views.. and when the conversation gets deeper, you find giving a part of yourself to that person.. you share your dreams, goals and even frustrations and heartaches…

Chatters have their share of stories to tell.. experiences to share.. I have met several couples who started their relationships inside the chat room.. some may have parted ways but a greater number have continued to hold on to their relationships and in fact, have considered sharing their lives together…

And though I was not spared of those unpleasant instances and have been offered those sexual proposals, these would not prevent to continue chatting.. for I have definitely found good friends inside the chat room… and I can say that the friendships that we share go beyond the world inside the chat room….

For whatever its worth, what is important is that you have fun inside the chat room. It is definitely a whole new world of experience. Click on and enjoy! Happy Chatting!

by: Karla Vanessa Redor

A classmate of mine in my second year college introduced me to the world of forums. I started out with the very popular PinoyExchange. Then I joined other forums like PinoyForum, ad Barrio Alimasag. After which, I accidentally discovered Rebelde.Com and has become a member of it. Now, I’m an active member Grabeh.Com and I’m one of the Grabeh Yayas taking care of the Grabeh Babies.

I found joy in posting in the forums and reading what others have to say. In posting, I am able to express myself to the Online Community. I am able to say what my opinions, beliefs are. In addition to that, I’m able to give advices to others. Being of help to other people makes me happy. But then, I sometimes question myself that “Hey, am I forgetting myself?” From reading posts of other members, I am able to learn something. With that, I am able to connect through them since I know what they ought to say and likewise they know what I ought to say.

I have met a lot of friends in the forums especially in the Rebelde and Grabeh community. We may not be seeing each other that often but I am close to some of the members and you know who you are. I even get to chitchat with them through SMS, MSN Messenger and Yahoo Messenger, and send them e-mails as well. I have shared with them my problems and I’m glad that they are there to listen and comfort me. I never thought that I would find such friends here since I have had once the perception that many people online are just joking around.

To the creator of the forums… thank you for making a significant change in my life.