MIGO's Blog

Blogging, this is something I knew I always wanted to do the minute I knew what blogging actually was.  The idea that you can be a story teller to an audience that could span the world over, sharing stories and tales of your personal adventures or exploits being able to communicate to anyone and everyone who knew your neck of the woods.  That was something I wanted to do.  I've never been the literary type, today I tell everyone I have a stack of books that just seems to be continuously growing, which is true, but as to whether I'll ever get to reading them all is another thing all together.  I wasn't the child bookworm my mom wanted me to be growing up, but stories none the less fascinated me it didn't matter where i got them from, these were stories I learned through cartoons, movies, documentaries and comic books.  Then over time historical and cultural stuff trickled in to the fray especially when I got immersed into the art world serendipitously.  At this point I was about 6 or 7 years old and my imagination was going haywire with personal made-up exploits like being able to communicate with the multiverse of me's through the reflections of myself in mirrors, being a Power Ranger, Centurion, Swat Kat Hybrid that fought Predators and saved the Pope (yes the Vicar of Christ, the Bishop of Rome--Pope) making me something of a Templar of sorts, and of course everyone in my generations dream, being the kid that Indiana Jones & James Bond would have had if it were ever possible. . . the point is my mind was full of stories that no one but myself ever got to know about for better or for the worse.  

I didn't have much company growing up giving me plenty of time to create fictitious worlds i kinda micromanaged but truthfully, classmates aside the people I have the fondest memories of being with growing up were the cousins I got to spend 2 months a year with split between summer and christmas holidays in Davao.  Which was pretty much intentional from what I can tell now, being that the relatives I had in Manila were a stretch on the rough side and cause my mom was always overly protective of me.  This is where I tell you about my mom, the one person who has always been there for me, my real best friend.  In a good and bad way at the same time, growing up I always looked for her cause I knew she was the one person who'd always come running.  I didn't do much sleepovers when I was a kid cause she told me she couldn't go with me, at the same time those friends I had who I was allowed to hang out with were also knit-picked and background checked to make sure they were the good kind.  This could be just me of course but then I know she only did all of that because she loved me from here to infinity and beyond.  I'm not taking away anything from the rest of my family, that being my sister and my dad but quite frankly my sister didn't come along till I was graduating middle school and my dad as much as I love him for trying wasn't my preferred choice when I wanted someone to play with.  My mom is downright it, the one person I cannot live without even today, to the point that I cannot imagine going a day where I do not hug my mom at least once for no reason except that I want to.  With exception of course when she's out of town in which case i send her text message hugs or something of the sort.  My mom is my strength and she is the single person responsible for who I am today, a chef, a photographer, a diver, a boy scout, an outdoorsman, a soon to be engineer, an environmentalist, a dreamer, an imagineer, a brother, a son,  a self proclaimed mama's boy, driven by passion, and no longer afraid.

For the longest time I didn't start a blog because I was afraid no one would read it, but that's not true because I know at least my mom will read it (I hope. . .) maybe one day I'll have a steady following or maybe I'll have no one but extended family and supportive friends checking up on me from time to time whichever the case, I don't want to turn back from this I want to take this step in to something completely new to me no matter the outcome, this is as much for me as it is for whoever may find my life worth following.  

Here's to the start of something new, and here's to the road less traveled which I've recently realized I'm not traveling alone. . .

Cheers!