Sunday, May 09, 2010

On pag-iinarte, my new blog entry after 11 months

It has been so long since I last posted anything in this blog. Almost a year. Eleven long months to be exact. Where was I all these months? Did I travel to the moon and back? Did I try to conquer the world and died? Did I drown in my own incessant whining, my breath escaping me as I mumbled on and on and on about the utter pointlessness of life?

Of course none of these things happened. Inasmuch as I would like to serve a very bitter and sour buffet of my life’s events and dilemmas accumulated during the last eleven months, because well misery and emotional degradation are the main ingredients of the greatest poems and works of fiction, I must say that enlightening events had in fact transpired and they were so fast paced that I couldn’t keep up with the motions that everyday were unraveling. Thus, this neglected blog.

Here’s a good news everyone, everyone being me, I will write again. Yes, I will fill the pages of this blog with thoughts on life, with celebrations on the miracles of life, with affirmations that life indeed is beau-tee-ful. Everyday this blog will taste sunshine, and if it rains, this blog will be quenched by blessings of waters cascading from the heavens. Night and day, day and night, this blog will breathe with inspiration and shine with love.

The bad news is, I don’t usually keep my promises. And it may be another year, or two, before another post will grace the surface. And believe me when I say I whine for a living. Look at this planet we call home. Look all around you. Where is beauty, where is love, where is hope? There is only pain, strife, misery, hate. Ah, the glory of my incessant whining, the wisdom of my stained observations on life in this comatose planet.

There. I think I just produced a worthy post for my beloved blog. My blog, do trust me this time when I tell you that I want to do a better job of taking care of you from now on. My blog, you are my friend and my confidante, and countless times you had selflessly offered the soils of your own earth as solid ground for my weary feet, spines, limbs. You drank the blood of my hear reeking with disappointments and sighs. And you listened to my mind which is so full of pag-iinarte most of the time.

Hay matulog na ko.