Dear
friends,
I have to admit that I’ve been online the past weeks and
haven’t really been blogging. I was busy doing other tasks on the net that I
just have enough time to check Facebook, Twitter, comment on a few blogs and
log out. I also can’t believe I missed my supplier’s announcement about new
book arrivals. Then again, I can’t believe I also wasn’t around when the only
game I patronized in Facebook shut down. Where was I when RC bid goodbye to the
rest of its players? Making my way from Cebu to Ormoc, Leyte-that’s where.
But I guess the purpose of this post is to assure that I’m
still alive, albeit still doing something else while I have one hand on the
keyboard, the other still writing notes, and my brain still wandering about
what’s left to do, I think there’s enough to pacify me that I may or may not
have what it takes to keep this corner going.
I think it’s also another affirmation that this is still my
corner where I get to express what I’m feeling and what my plans, thoughts and
ideas are. No matter what, that name and address still has my mark. This corner
is not just merely about going with the flow of what other bloggers do, but
it’s also an extension of my identity and I will keep doing what I came here
for to do: letting out my rants and raves. It’s really not about striving to be
what I’m not, but what I am.
Blogging today is so far away from what blogging was back
then in 2005 when Friendster and Multiply had meaning among friends in college.
I think some of my friends got scared that one way of revealing their emotions
were to sneak up on their respective Friendster and Multiply accounts and the
next day our personal comments would be different when we see each other in
campus compared to what we have previously commented on each other’s blogs.
Back then, a blog was an electronic diary; the documenting
outlet of life’s experiences- where J went for her vacation with the younger
siblings, what K was drinking last night and how he was wooing the moon after a
heartbreak, what A did to cram for her finals in a major subject. Darn, I miss
reading those. Only one blog name still stays in my memory but I am afraid to
enter it into the search engine and finding out if it were already deleted, no
longer updated, or simply just at a standstill. He called me crazy in that blog
of his and I never quite forgave him there, but who could deny that
teensy-weensy fact that I am?
What happened to all the other blogs? To all the other online
diaries my friends maintained? We were the first users of Friendster and
Multiply-communicating and uploading crazy memories in albums back when the
biggest flash drive was only 2gb and blogs were an intimate network of sorts.
Today, it’s far removed from that.
Thus, I might flood this corner again with so many other book
reviews- of books which many people might not have read or won’t have the
intention of actually reading. But here I am still writing down my thoughts.
What else?
Beauty buys? Maybe. To satisfy kikay me.
Clothing? Maybe. To satisfy meticulous me.
Rants and raves? Yes. To pacify stubborn me.
I guess I should excuse myself already. Pardon me for
destroying your eyes, if any of you found yourselves at this point already,
thank you for listening.
Events in my life have a tendency of unfolding and presenting
circumstances with two sides to every story.
P.S. I can’t promise this to be the last post about pointless
thoughts, but then again, that’s what this blog is here for after all.
So sorry for the heavy text post.
