Ahh my old sanctuary
It feels good to be here again. Where I can really let out my angst and release everything save for my feces.
Having to write sports on various online publications is one thing that I truly enjoy, the privilege of having to write about something that you enjoy is indeed a very enviable job to have. But to have the privilege of having to write everything about something you don’t like so much? Priceless.
That is something that I can’t do when I’m writing about balls and sweaty men during a game (you and your dirty mind) or when I’m seriously pacing myself on writing something about the administration of my college in my column at our school paper. There is something innately, inherently, quintessentially and fundamentally exclusive about writing for feed the illiterate which makes me want to go back here no matter how hard I try to forget that I had this blog once.
And here are the reasons why.
This is the only medium wherein I can ask Tito Sotto to go fuck himself backwards while he’s tied upside down.
The only medium wherein I can suggest that Marian Rivera, Willie Revillame and these other mindless showbiz creatures be the welcoming committee to Aliens should they come just so I can hear Buzz Lightyear’s immortal line from these aliens, “there seems to be no sign of intelligent life somewhere”
The only medium wherein I can rant about KC Concepcion and Anne Curtis getting record deals despite their god awful voice and music and how people are actually buying it.
The only medium wherein I can say that the 2013 Senatorial candidates are all full of shit.
The only medium wherein I can talk about Kris Aquino and how she wants to get talked about all the time. (does that even add up?)
The only medium wherein I can say fuck you, you blindfolded ignorant asswipes to the supporters of the cybercrime act of 2012.
The only medium wherein I can mock these hijo de puta coño punyetas who think they’re God’s gift to mankind.
The only medium wherein I can talk about how Noynoy is one underperforming Homer Simpson look alike who has a presidential communications group that’s actually whinier than him (it’s that bad)
You get the point. Expect more of these. I am fucking back!
When I started the Feed the Illiterate project, I promised to myself never to write anything personal, for it became the downfall of my last blog. After being an open book for about 2-3 years during the Morbidity Encoded days, I decide to just leave that blog for good because you know, you just get tired of shoving your personal life into the throats of your readers. Add to it the fact that you just want to move on from something that I consider as my past life and there you have it.
Now here I am, writing something personal where I promised not to. Savor it people, the next time I’ll write something personal here is during my next birthday or my last hours here in on earth, and I do hope you’re all there to witness it. Heh.
Anyway, let’s cut the dramatic bullshit and let’s get straight to the point.
Two years ago, I was lying in a hospital bed, with IVs and stuff, alone. My friends are gone, my parents had work and I was left there thinking why on earth do I have to spend my 18th birthday on a hospital bed. But then I realized, what’s up with birthdays anyway? To quote the words of my Titas when we’re joking around lilipas din yan. Granted, it is only a date, but your birthday only happens to be one of the two dates wherein people in the world would care about you. The other would be your death anniversary. Haha.
Anyway, two years later, here I am celebrating what could be one of the most fulfilling birthdays I’ve ever had.. ever (Exaggerating here).
I was really overwhelmed with all the greetings that I received. Despite being cut short financially (Yeah I know, dami kong utang na alak sa inyong lahat hehe) I was contented. I even posted earlier that the total amount of money in my wallet is ten pesos. Yes, ten fucking pesos. Talking about being broke eh? But when you have about 140+ wall posts in Facebook from your friends, relatives, professors and even past loves (Haha) and you received about 10 calls, and 100 text messages from people all over the world, you have to be contented, because after all, that’s all that matters.
Here, it was fun, just being around your family and your closest friends the whole day. Each of them chipping in just to make a little celebration possible, it was very very very heart warming. Right now I just came home from my cousin’s house and yeah, I’m a little bit drunk (just enough consciousness to write) and what do you know, he sponsored the drinks that we chugged. Regardless of how few and what drinks we had (A bottle of gin and vodka.. Local!) it was the people that I’m drinking with that matters. You have two of your closest cousins, three of your closest friends, just drinking the night away despite all of us having school/work in a couple of hours. That was my kind of celebration and for that I’m really really happy.
Now, I’m venturing into the second decade of my life. I have lots of plans ahead. So Lord, if kasama na ko sa plans mo (You guys know what I mean) wag muna please. Hehe.
I have a documentary coming up, target release date would be the first week of October. Of course, I still have to finish the Lukas Baldomir project, and I promise to come up with my third entry soon. After the docu, who knows? Maybe an independent film would be coming up? It all depends on how my documentary looks, let’s see.
Anyway, you guys are the reason why I’m still here and all the things that I’m really good at, if there’s any, I owe it to you guys. In the lowest point of my life you were the ones who picked me up and shoved me back into the right track. Rest assured, you’re all part of all the things that I will be doing in the next decade or so.
Thank you for ushering me into my twentieth year of my existence, hoping to see you guys next year, and the next and the next one of the next one til the last one before the last.🙂 Have a good day everyone!