Bye, Blogger

Blogging is a whole new world for me. I have been keeping journals for almost forever (that, students, is an example of a hyperbole).

It started when Ma’am Martinez (now, Mrs. Devicais), required us to submit a journal. It was then that I discovered how beautiful it is to continuously keep stock of everything that happens in ones life.

I have been keeping diaries since I was in the first year and I met my first ever real crush. I wrote every encounter with him in one notebook which started at the beginning of the school year and ended on his graduation. I burned the blasted entry when I found out that he was getting really chummy with another girl.

Anyway. Blogging has become an extension of my very personal thoughts and feelings. It has become a sort of outlet for my raging emotions (yes, I am no longer a teenager but I am as hyperactive and as emotional as they are).

I was quite hesitant when I started blogging last year. But then, I got uninhibited as time went on. I even met some of my students in this world in cyber existence.

Aside from that, thru Adel, I found a very mood-lightening blog. I do not personally know the person behind the posts but every entry guarantees a smile and a chuckle from the readers.

When I found his blog on Adel’s list, I was intrigued. Who would not be?

When I started reading the posts, I got totally hooked and fascinated. Nakaka-adik, kun si Aries pa pahambalon.

I am so glad Adel found him from somewhere. Every time I go online, I have something to go to, a guaranteed sort of happy place for me.

However, I read from his last post that he plans to leave blogworld (should it be blogspace, blog universe or blogdom?)

That is very sad.

I am going to miss reading his posts. Miss listening to the odd music. Miss reading about his funny activities and his funny experiences and his odd reactions. I would also miss the extremely animated aura I can feel every time I read his blog. The plurk part, basta, everything guid.

I wish I could hook on to something as funny as that boy in that blog.

Most of the blogs I read are depressingly bland, or totally pessimistic or absolutely in the i-hate-this-world-i-live-in mode.

This boy who is yet to have a name…and a face (a faceless, nameless blogger boy) taught me that you can actually have fun and make fun of yourself inspite of and sometimes because of yourself.

What a way to live.

I just feel sad that I would no longer have a happy place to hang out in.