I have often been asked why I consider myself as a professional blogger. They think I've become a millionaire from my blogs. Errr... SO NOT TRUE! My earnings are just enough to keep my blogs running. So why do I call myself a professional blogger? I consider myself a professional blogger because of the discipline, level of dedication and commitment I have for blogging. And yes, because I oblige myself to blog well and properly. I believe you do not become a professional blogger by virtue of the amount of money you earn from blogging. Professionalism is in the way you conduct yourself and the amount of work you put into whatever it is you are doing. There is nothing wrong with not being a professional blogger. If you don't want to be or to be known as a "professional blogger," then by all means do as you please, blog as you want. A blog is what you make of it. That's the beauty of blogging. You are free to express yourself, blog about whatever you want to blog. And yes, even blog as recklessly as you want. And you probably won't get punished for it. I don't have any…
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Meet HoboNeil
Weeks ago, a good friend of mine, asked me for help with blogging. He was suddenly in the mood to write and blog about stuff going on in his life. My friend, a confidante and adviser of mine, is Peter Neil Siarot, now know by his online handle, HoboNeil. He mostly blogs about his personal experiences and insights. What I find most interesting are his everyday recipes. His ampalaya recipe definitely caught my attention. He also features some places in Davao City that he has visited. His blog is very candid and heartfelt. ;) Help me welcome him into the crazy Philippine blogosphere by visiting his blog, HoboNeil.
Disconnected
Did you ever feel like life is happening around you but you are not a part of it? That's what I feel right now. I feel a sort of disconnection with the world, like things are happening around me and I'm too caught up with the different things I am busy with to be part of the bigger picture. It's like there's that great big world out there... and I'm not part of it. I have the life I'm living and all the work I'm doing. I am actually quite happy with my life right now. But it feels like something is missing. It's like I do not belong to the world where other people are, like I have this tiny space, all to myself... a bubble where all that exists is me and my life and nobody can really fully understand who I am, what I feel, what I am doing. I also feel like a fish in an aquarium. Isolated, not with others but seen by others. I'm not a celebrity, but my blogs sometimes act like that glass wall that separates me from the outside world. It separates me, and at the same time, it broadcasts and…