Chicken and Pig have their first big mention on Comedy Central! As many of you may know, they have a blog, and their collaboration as a single unit is called Chig. Fancy how their names hybridize, yes? Their shout-out doesn’t come until around 2:55 in the video. The squeamish should watch out around 2:25, as some bloody, alien-invading abdominal grossness might catch you off guard. You can slide on past that point if you’re woozily inclined.

1. Check out this link to a news story regarding the New York Times building climber.

2. Scroll through the photos.

3. Take note of the photo credits of three of the photos.

Sogar vor Big Brother – “Fame +200″

When I was in highschool I fancied myself a writer. I kept journals. I wrote poems. I wrote papers about everything. I wanted to become a writer. I wanted to come up with pieces that people read in the years to come. But they wouldn’t let me write for the school paper, the teachers said my general average grade was not good enough. But my best subject had always been Literature. Even when I was in gradeschool, Reading was my best subject. My formal composition writing papers were always good. And all my writing and literature teachers knew that. My third-year (junior year) teacher in highschool gave me a copy of her masteral studies thesis for review. She wanted to know what I thought of her paper. It was then that I knew I had something special. She wouldn’t have asked me otherwise and I was the only one she asked from our class (375 students). It was a paper on feminism and sadly, I was unable to contribute much because my world was a plate and I feared falling off the edge.

The following year I applied for Journalism, Creative Writing and Architecture in three of the biggest universities here in the Philippines. I only qualified for Architecture. And so I forgot about it. I forgot that I wanted to be a writer. I forgot that I had so much to say to the world, boring as my life was. In a fit of frustration and anger I threw all my journals into the garbage chute in my old apartment. All was lost.

In my fifth year at the College of architecture, I discovered blogging. I started a blog anonymously. But I lost touch. I started another one, again anonymously, again, I lost touch. The following year, I came out with another blog with my real identity (inside ali) and at the same time kept an anonymous blog for things that I wanted to write about but was ashamed to admit was mine. And then I started yet another one (in between). I had another anonymous blog after that before I moved to wordpress with this. Eventually I was able to import posts from my old blogs. I never got any comments or visitors until I moved to wordpress.

To date this blog had three thousand four hundred plus clicks. three thousand!

During the past couple of months I received emails from readers. Strangers whom I was somehow able to reach out to through my writing. It felt strange to make an imprint on the life of someone I never met. I met friends through this blog. I met people who are like me in some ways. I met people who were at one point or another going through the same things I did.

I feel that I have made a difference somehow. And I feel that I am a writer somewhat.

Today I sent my husband an IM:”i’ve been quoted. your wife is famous.” with this link:call center for prayers. When I realized I’de been quoted, I laughed! I felt terribly vain too, completely full of myself. Hahaha..It was funny, because I was once told that I couldn’t come up with anything people would want to read! Goodness me, people’s lives are so exciting they find my boring existence interesting. My endless train of thoughts that don’t even seem to make sense at all have finally found an audience! Hahahaha..who would’ve thought? And my husband told me once: who wants to read about your complaints?

Three thousand plus clickers that’s who. and clicks are just that, clicks. Who knows if people actually spend time reading posts. I don’t mind really, the number just looks good on top of the page. It amuses me for some reason.

So maybe I finally found a way to become a writer. Maybe I was meant to share my stories for the amusement (hopefully) of some. Or it could be that my husband wants me happy and thereby clicks on my page a hundred times a day..hahaha..

To everyone who reads my stuff, thank you and I hope you enjoyed reading. To all my clickers, thank you and happy clicking. To everyone who posted comments and emailed me, please keep them coming! =) it makes me happy to know that I’ve reached you somehow.

I never thought that a life as boring as mine could get this much attention.