I’m on a bus again, province bound; typing my thoughts away, and seriously considering renaming this site the “bus diaries”, hehehe. i haven’t been blogging the way i’ve been blogging some six months ago, when i gave birth to the backseat; when i had an entry posted almost everyday—the zealous devotion of someone wanting to establish his own place in the blogosphere. we all want that, don’t we? to not just start a blog and just let fate run its course. We want to have the staying power that will make our blogs the stuff of legends. My online existence has always been a constant struggle. I’ve so many blogs that were snuffed out as fast as one can say “poop!”
So just imagine how surprised i am that the backseat made it this far: 79 posts strong and 23 gentle followers in the course of its six months existence.
Well, well, well, well. lemme congratulate myself by redecorating a bit; the bold colors i splashed on my digital walls sort of reflect the recent unburdening that has happened in my life. i don’t attribute it solely to blogging, but blogging has been one tool. It has become a lifeline. when everything becomes muddled and murky as the pasig river, i have my writing to turn to. In that way, blogging, yoga and poetry, when you throw gentle into the mix, would pretty much become synonymous with one another—lifelines, all of them.
This blog had its genesis when i was struggling for dear life in the ugly sick pig incident, something which i only hinted at in several past entries. The most direct reference, being the poem ugly sick pig which appeared in the factory sessions entry i posted at naked scribbles a few months back. Now that the saga is drawing to a close, i feel as light as a feather; so light in fact, that the gentlest of breeze might send me flying to outer space, haha!
Joke, it just sent me flying home. today. to ate, nanay, kuya and the kids. Ahhh, finally. A well deserved rest after a hard earned victory. I’m thinking of cooking spaghetti tomorrow for dinner, just to celebrate this landmark episode in the life of gentle. Forgive me if you find this entry cryptic. All i wanna say is i’m happy and thankful. Thankful for this blog, and to you guys who kept me sane in my six month struggle.