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Welcome to Volume 6 of The Marocharim Experiment. This blog is authored and maintained by Marocharim, the self-professed antichrist of new media.

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Marocharim is a 21-year-old college senior from the University of the Philippines Baguio, majoring in Social Anthropology and has a minor in Political Science. He lives with his parents, his brother and his sister in Baguio City - having been born and raised there all his life. He is the author of three book-versions of The Marocharim Experiment.

Most of his time is spent at school, where he can be found in the UP Baguio Library reading or scribbling notes, and sometimes hanging out with his friends or by himself in the kiosks, or the main lobby. During his spare time, he continues writing. When not in school he hangs out with his friends, or takes long walks around Baguio City to, as he puts it, "get lost."

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December 2, 2007
Talking to Mama

< hmmm... >

   "The grass is always greener on the other side," so they say.  Of all the many things I know about all sorts of grass, there's always a different view from where you stand.

   Somehow, I still have the distinct advantage of having to talk to my mother on a face-to-face basis every day.  At least it works that way for me: an interaction mediated by air.  I take it for granted, perhaps even take it as an annoyance, that I can talk to my mom whenever I feel like it.  But for others, it's different: for the kid beside me, it's having to talk to her Mommy through a headset connected to an electronic contraption that is the computer.

   Since I do all of my writing in Internet cafés, I am always privy to the many people who interact through webcams, most of them the families of OFW's.  I don't have to take the commercial to the extreme, to celebrate Christmas through multiparty teleconferencing in Yahoo! Messenger.  There are things that I don't have an empathy for, but I do sympathize.  I don't know what it's like to talk to my mother online, but maybe there's a certain pain I will feel.

   Call me a lesser form of a nationalist, but like everyone else, I believe my future lies in a passport and a visa that takes me to another nation.  I'm talking about financial futures: a future that would line my pocket with enough money to get me through a 15-day salary cycle without worry.  It's a future that I measure in how many of my nephews and nieces will receive chocolate bars from me on Christmas morning, and wads of foreign currency I could give to my parents as a gift.  Much as I hate to admit it, this is the yardstick by which society will measure me.

   Poor kid beside me.  I will never know... until a few more months when I finish off the requirements for passports.

Posted at Sunday, December 02, 2007 by marocharim


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