I am getting addicted to the internet lately. And I am ignoring how much I am spending everyday while I am sitting on the humble internet cafe near my boarding house. Once I sit on the commercial public PC, I conquer my time. I don't even care for time actually. I don't even also care about those people around me logging in and out from their respective chairs while I am still busy researching for any relevant information to be added in my brain cells and chatting to my closest friends.

Indeed it is now becoming my world.

You know after my 1030pm to 630am shift I usually wait for the shop to open and when it does my cyber world commence. My nerves feel it too as if wanting some nourishment from the electronic mails, chats from msn messenger, and updates from my closest friends. And I get excited when I received those. I read their mails and messages a couple of times and print it along with all my other hard copy files in my room for future reading. This is to boost my emotional health to a higher level especially when I am alone.

And I am afraid to be alone.

Re-reading those materials makes me feel otherwise; lifting me and make me feel that in some place not so far away there are still some people who are still interested in conversing with the empoverish and humble person such as me. Those materials protected me from doing harsh acts; maybe commiting suicide or perhaps killing myself of inhaling too much cigarette smoking. They are my protectors and one of my topmost security for personal development and to mark a happy face somehow. That's why it is my great purpose to add more of those documents in my drawer. Lots of those that would update how many good thoughts I had when interacting with those guys and gals that I call friends.

The thing I didn't have here in Manila.