Surprise! I'm back.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Zamboanga-Peninsula-Brokerage/406284502768384?ref=hl

It's been quite a long while since I last posted. To be very honest, I miss my being here. Lots of other things that happened in one's life that one tends to forget, no not that word, but, to miss out a part of oneself that's integral to one's being. And that exactly how I felt moments ago. Especially when  some friends ask me what had happened to "Mr. Callcenter Boy", I often said to them he's currently on vacation indefinitely in a remote island paradise. LOL!

And right now, "he" is back today. Postings might be not that frequent but I'm sure not on very very long intervals.

Till next time!
<signed>
The Callcenter Boy

Please pass this on. (A daughter's search for her biological father.)

Amid the expected greetings from friends and family(and online marketers too!) and the constant posting of everyone's pictures on Facebook, one can really say, "Is there anything a little more profound than all these?" Just a day or two ago, I was taken by this lady's post on one of my Facebook pages' wall, the Pagadian Tricycle. And right now, I feel I am on a mission to share this message. 

Please pass this on. Share it on any social networking website, whatever you think very effective. I believe in the power of this wondrous invention that is the Internet as a tool for us to help others in any way we can, especially this lady whom I assume is now living in Germany, as she has a German-sounding location (seems to me, but I could be wrong). She personally doesn't know me, she might even had just chanced upon my page while browsing about anything else online, and perhaps she might just even decided at last moment's notice to post this message as an afterthought of something very different. Although she obviously doesn't have any other detailed information about her father, I am optimistic that well-meaning individuals would get in touch with her so she can gather some bits and pieces of the puzzle as this message gets on around. 

And going forward, I would be more than happy to know how her story ends. I just hope her father is still alive and well enough to meet her. I have faith that eventually her wish would come true. And she needs all our help to fulfill it.

God bless everyone!

<Signed>

The Callcenter Boy

Those Spurts of Fleeting Inspiration

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I promise to write on my blog everyday.


Ok, ok, I take that back...just only when I feel like it. This is my 19th blog entry so far since I started in October, so do not bet on my first statement.<chuckles> I just don't want be a monotonous twerp blogging basically the same formulaic words everyday: I eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, eat...ad infinitum.

Sometimes emotions get hold of you that you wanna burst so you need to let it out (this is exactly what I feel at times), or you think you have this best plot for a prospective best-seller or whatever it is that bugs you all day; the best thing to do to appease your tormented soul is to jot down these "ephemeral children of the mind"  but when these i-have-the-greatest-idea/story-and-i-wanna-write-it-down moments happen, it's usually you're nowhere near some piece of paper and a pen or anything to record those down. What a waste of ideas, forever lost in the drain of collective passing memories. Like dreams, they just pop-up and then gone. Just like love and midnight kisses, they "...seem to cool in the warmth of the sun." as one Nat King Cole song goes.

I won't promise on the everyday blogging, don't bet on me on that. And hopefully I'm in front of my laptop whenever those fleeting moments hit me. And for those ideas/thoughts lost, I mourn them. Darn! Who knows I could have been the next literary wonder....<sigh>


Till next time!
<signed>
The Callcenter Boy - Literary Aspirant