What I’m going to say is remotely significant to what is happening in my life right now but I’m going to say it anyway because I want to and I’m tired of saying shitty things that don’t work themselves out and I don’t have anything life-changing or awe-inspiring up in my sleeves right now, it will probably take more than that.
Well at least I have a new zipper to the slacks I wear regularly which is good news for somebody who has been parading himself in the public without a zipper for more or less 3 weeks. I finally mustered the time to have it repaired. It’s kind of gross but I really couldn’t care less because I don’t usually tuck in my polos and I stopped wearing icky long sleeves which force me to tuck it in. I also realized that I don’t look good anymore when I tuck myself in because I’ve been a slob for months now which explains my protruding gut. But what do you care anyway.
So by some major force of nature, I realized that I have been blogging for two years now. 199 entries, and perhaps a bazillion more to go. This is not an obligatory entry really. I haven’t written an anniversary blog last year as if it is some kind of an annual thing. It’s so happen that I was browsing past entries and I stumbled upon that very first entry two years ago. I realized I’ve been a humongous blabbermouth with all that shitty crap I spew forth in this blog. It’s a wonder that some of those entries that I find meaningful, given that they bring some sort of meaning, are those short, amusing and don’t-give-a-shit entries and sometimes sort of recapitulatory, if a word ever exists. Like this one or this one.
Maybe if there’s anything that’s celebratory, it would have to be that this blog (and I guess you reader) kept a semblance of sanity in an otherwise crazy world and an even crazier, unbelievably shitty life. Maybe if there’s anything that’s worth amounting to, is the fact that I still give a great deal about this life and struggling through it rather than pathetically cutting it short, about straightening things out, and actually calling it a life. I’m still thinking, for crying out not-so-loud. I still believe that there’s something that’s amazingly big and wondrous out there for me. And really, I can’t wait.
7 comments:
pareho tayo ng sentimement about our shitty lives. naisip ko na nga to get a new job. kaya natin 'to! :-)
wow..2 years ka ng blogger! ako wala pang 50 entries. 4 months palang akong blogero...
anyway i got curious about the book you're currently reading...the 'piano tuner'...what's it about???
scud: yeah kaya-mukat. if u know what that means hehe.
roneiluke: yup 2 years of feeling shitty. haha. anyway, speaking of piano tuner, i haven't touched it for 3 days na. so i better get back to it.
jay, i know what that means. bisayank dako ni. hehe.
i had my fair share of this "shitty" life, and i'm working very hard to change this pero after all the efforts, wala din, all the same, shitty life pa rin... hahay! neway, about the piano tuner, this is daniel mason's first novel - about a piano tuner who travelled from london to burma to tune the piano of a british surgeon major; in the essence, the book was divided into two stories: the piano tuner and the army surgeon.. blah.. blah... and another thing, the author also presented some historical twist about the burmese culture.
:)
i care about your rants. they still makes sense. at least for me.
life is what we make it Jay.. its always best to see the glass half full than seeing it half empty. positivity is what gets us through all the sick things in this world :)
and yes.. your rants make sense.
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