over poker with our friday regulars last night, there was a rather heated discussion about a certain friend, his explosive poem and his “inspiration”. while those in the hand were trying to focus and figure out who was bluffing and who had the nuts, we wondered why did he do it? how will **** react? suntukan na ba ‘to?

and bakit may mga epal na nakikisali? of those who’ve threatened to boycott Happy Mondays.

i’m not dedicating my first post to this issue. hindi ako kasali dyan. yes, i’m concerned about my friend, but i hatehatehate usiseros (aka people who lead less interesting lives and have nothing better to do than to contribute to the traffic jam, gawk and demand to know the details). if he asks, then i’ll talk.

but this got me thinking about why i took a pretty long hiatus from blogging. besides being busy with work and ”more interesting” stuff, i felt no one would miss my ramblings if i stopped. it’s my look-at-me complex throwing a fit about not getting comments or much reader traffic. how silly. how shallow.

i’ve forgotten how this space is essentially a virtual diary, something that is not necessarily meant to be read by others. in fact, until i tell people about this, no one will know. and even if they did but couldn’t find anything (new) to read here, then they move on to better things to spend their time on. duh.

this is all very trivial, i realize, particularly in comparison to the lengthy, almost academic discourses that preceded the explosive poem issue, but see? already i’m back to the masturbatory, i’ll-write-for-writing’s-sake-even-if-i’m-not-read position i’ve missed.

i’m back to making noise, if only for my own listening pleasure.