musings on a saturday

wanted to try out writing in tagalog and see if what victor gregor said was right about people who live in tondo. i tried, and tried, and tried some more, unfortunately, after almost an hour of trying to write in our (technically) mother tongue, i was only able to produce TWO, yes, TWO measly sentences that basically said that i was "thinking what it was like writing in tagalog." why bother... i'll leave that task when i am more up to the challenge. i sincerely have no plans of having my brain hemorrhage this early in the week... that's what work is for. har har har!

anyhow. i had a blast yesterday as i spent almost the entire day with blogger friends doing what i do love doing best... eating :) lunch, coffee, a movie, dinner and more coffee later and i found myself almost in a gustatory high from all that fun (and food) that i was having. though i believe a lot of people would not consider my day's itinerary to be that packed with rigorous activity, sharing food and spending very laid back moments with great company is my version of nirvana on earth. if it was not for the impending scolding i was going to have from my family for being out so late on a Saturday night (i had church the next day), i would not have mind if we stayed on talking way until the wee hours of the morning, or one of use decides to call it a night/day, whatever...

so imagine my deflation when i came home (and did not get the scolding i was preparing myself for) and found in my twitter that one of the blogs i frequent was closing, or to be more precise... had closed already. this would be the second blog that i read that have closed down and though their absence really does not affect my life in any particularly significant way, i still cannot help but feel sad that i will no longer get to hear their thoughts or read snippets of their lives, parts of themselves that they have so generously shared with me from the day i became a reader of their histories. since i have never really met any of these bloggers in person, the end of their blogs almost feel like the end of their existence. i know more cerebral people out there are going to laugh at my overly emotional analogy of things but that's really my honest sentiment on the issue. when a writer dies, his readers not just mourn for the loss of his person but also regrets that they will never experience the fresh creations of that writer again. its the same for blogs for me, just the other way around.

as i read through a fellow wanderer's last entry, i wondered to myself, will i ever see the day when i too would bid my blog adieu? will i see a day when i will also eventually put down the cyberpen and cease chronicling my history?