Reasons Why I Love Drowning into Blogging

' I think you have to know who you are. Get to know the monster that lives in your soul, dive deep into your soul and explore it.'

- Tori Amos

Official Entry to The Blog Award Challenge # 1

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I Blog Therefore I Am
Off the net proved bootless ideas to my personal campaign against procrastination, thus I started to check life solutions in the Cyber Ocean and luckily discovered the blogosphere. I got intrigued by its collection of elastic self expressions and come-see-this-way opinions fighting for attention over a public space. At first, I thought blogs are diaries necessarily to be filled within 24 hours. Later, I understood posts were not always personal and most blogs were closer to a regularly updated, interactive, educational, online book rather than to a mute daily blubber. I found the blog both as a play space for my literary soul and as a deadline timer for my procrastinating ego. Perfect solution so, I plunged into blogging.

For almost half a year I am still into blogs despite procrastination reminds me then and now that it still exists in the peripheral fringes of my behavior. One more wonder why I am still blogging is that I, since childhood, enjoy the ningas-cogon attitude which like cogon grass quickly catches fire, burns heavily and puts-off quickly. Actually, I found the reasons why I loved drowning into blogging beyond 3 to 5 posts more startling than why I started to blog. I am currently having pearl finds as I discover what are in me which made me blog.

• I am a Procrastination Combatant. My post-now - or-never attitude blogging becomes my real life guide to manage procrastination. I copied the capability of being prompt in posting to real life work to oblige myself to perform on time. My posting rings a bell on me not only on compelling deadlines but also on doing things at the right time. Blogging therefore is a cure to my time abusive self.
• I am an Experimental Artist. Boredom of things not getting new made me rely to the progressive world of blogging as stable resource of novel perspectives. The art of blogging sustains my inner desire for something new most of the time. I enjoy accumulating and testing updated effective strategies for better blog analysis, optimization, publication, design development and monetization. Blogging therefore feed my hunger for discovery.
• I am a Literary Acrobat. Flexing and stretching words and sentences to get readers interest excites my writing muscle mass and adepts my vocabulary. It recollects my literary pool which is wasted in my life before. Knowing I can write better than I used to, which attuned my writing to a spiritual rhythm, is the most gratifying gift of the blog to me. Blogging therefore serves as my language gymnasium.
• I am a Hermit on the Loose. Rare was it for me to have a life beyond my skin but my blog displays proved more than just few square inches of exposure of the weird, wild, weed me to the blogging collaborative, cross-border community. It sent me reading friends and enlightened me with networking, commenting, and socializing skills. In fact I learned valuing others more from blogging than from the contact world - honestly stated. Blogging therefore generates my somewhat-called social life.
• I am a Lecturing Learner. As a procrastinator who learns to move, I love to share my life discovered solutions for any distraction, through language plays, and against my hermitage. All these being delivered through my first ever blog - Hulag, a blog for those who lagged. It is so fun to learn and share what I have learned at the same time.

Blogging therefore serves as one of my media for altruism. Just five pearl dives for now. Although I know that there is more to my person which clicks well with blogging so I remained a blogger. Worth discovering and elaborating so long as my eyes, fingers and soul are willing to be drowned into this cyber ocean against the pressure to procrastinate. Whenever this blogging experience ends soon, the part of my life that I became a blogger will always be treasured. I blogged therefore I was blogger. And I am still now.

To Provoke the Senses

It is not easy to dive for reasons in life actions but simply start achieving it and you will get hooked to it. Do the same in achieving any action - just begin and you will find yourself crossing through. There might be pirates to hamper you but just keep going.

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Post Update

This post is edited to suit the first theme of The Blog Award Challenge: I Blog Therefore I Am. It is always fun to see the reasons why you blog. You can write it down and join the blog award challenge.

Crying Bolder, Should We?

We knew that the first cry was to correct cardiac direction. Everyone loves to cry then after. Neonates for milk. Toddlers for toys. K-schoolers for clothing. Adolescents for independence. Young adults for partners. Mid-lifers for work promotion. Old ones for life extension. Some people cry to intake food, others to outwit chest tension. Some just wish to safety temper, others to endanger anger. Some to attract attention or to repel persecution. To gain approval or to lose condemnation. And rarely but true, to actualize self like a call for revolution or a listen to national destruction.

We might then notice that the first cry was the loudest of all and that the rest were just hoarse echoes. The parent cry of a hero 144 years ago is much significant than that he made 33 years later, which in turn became a parent cry of nationalism which resonated around the Pearl of the Orient up to date. Since without the first cry, nothing follows. This also justifies the fact why history kings who ordered first are merited than soldiers in wars. More about first cries is that they came out to be popular as the first person to post on one topic receives links successive post on such topic. Every first cry is also remembered, ask sexually active women for confirmation.

We also noticed being a parent sound, the first cry has to be loud as possible in order to bounce and rebound loud enough echoes. As bold as we can, cry significantly (give and take six billion and one meanings). Stop whining for rights. After all we are feasting more over arguments of public personalities than over the debate on their should-have-done national policies. We love them served as part of our nightly soap diet. Cry for everyone's sake. I will not anymore leave a homily on how responsible medium of action we should be. It is already understood that we are to provide leadership not idiotainment by outsmelling our goals with our pathetic childishness under our followers' noses.

We have to cry boldly!

Why...

There are no ultimate reasons, there are just circumstantial goals.

A slippery topic? Probably true in some cases where we as a rational animal produced chain “why...” queries after each “why...” replies. But to slide you further, can you really secure a good percentage of satisfying answers to “why..” thrown to you (mostly by yourself) since you were a child? First I would grow a why did I write this blog question.

Warning: Post Crisis Ahead! My posts in this blog, not excepting this one, starts with an accidental let down of mental juice that ramifies to multiple accidents as I yoyo decision in to put or not to put to writing. Paragraphs by and large end up raw and harmless to procrastination by thought. Basically tangential as a motivation and self help article. But I still don't bother to key press much motivational sense to each and every post in a machine gun precision as I never wish to write like an autopilot who has a “pleasing” type of personality (“pleasing” in a sense that he unlived his life only to please other people that in skinned truth is unpleasing) and acts as an instrument of instruction to non-movers. Though I consider imparting life is the core of living, and I condemned locked hermitage as a wasteful place to be, I'm not hesitant to denote that this remains a personal blog, a twin to my off line battle against procrastination, which has a goal of wasting less time to post as possible. This is the way I wanted this blog to be followed – a reputation on not procrastinating to post against the odds of compressed off duty living. Thrilling Bundy clock posting, not exactly daily. If posting arrests for long, start resuscitating me from my traditional disability. And I do not anticipate readers to credit this always as a stern motivation advisory as I as a reader, like everyone else, withdraw from mortal coaching most of the time. I rather am a procrastinator exampling myself to other procrastinators that cooperating with time is always potential. If this blog prepared a single person other than me move, I appreciate it. Post crisis deciphered and understood?

Why do we have to ask “why...” always? I suppose actions achieved are not always backed by grand imaginings and ultimate reasons but by one or multiple desires. Even encyclopedia faces do not always have grand dreams to follow. Some big things started from small plans others even from accidental finds. Before Victoria circumnavigated the world, mini parabolic routes were advance to justify its voyage. Although most clinicians dream of fighting all diseases, they always start prospecting in cure of individual diseases from researching among plant saps or fungal powders. Who knows just like the early guides to the circumnavigation of the globe, a real elixir might really come out from the collision of these mini experiments. And just like them, this tiny blog which advocates on publishing as prompt as possible might also generate a stepping stone on giving procrastination a final solution.

To anyone who agrees or disagrees to what I avowed, jot your statements below.

This post is fifth of a 7-part ellipsis series.