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I'm Back!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Fact: You cannot, however hard you may try, resist to blog one way or another.

Last Official Update: April 15, 2008 (the three subsequent updates were deleted, save for the very dramatic May 30 post, since they were never intended for this blog. They were cross-posted from my own Multiply site, which you have probably concluded right now as a-site-filled-with-very-cheesy-and-corny-posts*. Anyway, I'm a damn cheater. Even on the web.**)

Day Today: July 23, 2008

More than a couple of months have passed since I last posted here in my blog, which I could either blame my lazy ass or the universal excuse by writers known as 'writer's block'. Yet, even if I would like to, I cannot really blame anyone- yes, even my own ass- because I know, and I believe, that it was myself that I should blame. Ever since this semester began, I noticed that my life became a bit duller, exciting blog-able events had lost its appeal on me, and that not a piece of good literature had left my hands. The raging, adventurous soul within me had lost its fire, and with it, the curiosity for everything.

It wasn't because there's nothing to write about, no, I could mention five events right now that is absolutely delicious to write; it's just because I became ascetic.

But why the sudden hermit-like lifestyle, you ask? If you asked me that question a week ago, the only reply you will get from me would be, "Problems, problems. Everybody has them. But nah, don't you bother about me, I'm OK." However, the more I thought about it, I realized that I was a fool- it wasn't the problems that were causing me my lonely disposition, it was the very fact that I withdrew myself from the public that were complicating things.

It was rather, I admit, a simple revelation of the shocking truth.

So, here I am again, blogging, doing what I try to do best- writing. A new wick had been placed, a new fire was lit up. A long excuse post for the four month absence was posted by the deranged author, lying viciously to capture the reader's emotions off-guard. A dry, humorless joke was placed at the end of the post, which the author bet wasn't noticed. The author laughs- he loves shifting in third-person without apparent reason.

Haha. I guess this is all I could write about. I'm back, that's all I'm trying to say. :)

And although I know I will not be writing until the end of days, I hope I'll be able to stay here for a long time. Have a good day, eat your vegetables, and thankya for reading.

*This doesn't mean you can't add me! Be cool, let's go forth and Multiply.
**This is a footnote. Did you know (1) that footnotes during the 14th century was literally written on the amputated feet of prisoners, and that (2) I was absolutely lying when I said the first fact?

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