I know I should engage your attention if I wanted my page to rake up an obscene amount of hits. I suppose, in doing that, I ought to say something highfalutinly profound to give the impression that I am "interesting."
However, as I mainly concern myself of trivial stuff (i.e. taming my ugly mop of hair; hunting for the Lint Monster that eats up my socks during washer spin cycle), I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to pull off having an intrinsic character despite peppering this space with lotsa German words like "zeitgeist", "weltanschauung", and "volkswagen".
I am shallow, people of the universe. So shallow that I tidy up complexity by putting people into neat boxes of stereotypes using the question, "What's your sign?".
But when I tire of being shallow, I try to critique movies and books. And sometimes, when my insecurity-level spikes so low, I try to make myself sound so interesting by talking about philosophy. "Try" is the operative word here.
Please excuse me if I talk about me a lot. It's my favorite topic. Next to talking about nothing.
And when one talks about nothing, nothing becomes something. And it's called "crap".
It all started one day…
September 19, 2008…when a little white rabbit passed me by murmuring worriedly while furiously poking at his PDA, “Oh dear, oh dear, batangyagit will win!”
It wasn’t the fact that a rabbit could talk and work on a PDA like a stockbroker on a verge of bankcruptcy that got me curious; it was actually when the rabbit stopped midway his rush and turned back to come hopping by me.
“Batangyagit will win!” he cried, tearing his bunny ears in despair.
“So?” My raised eyebrow asked in return.
“Mike Villar will lose this year’s Philippine Blog Awards!” he wailed, now chomping down one of his ears.
*gasps*
“You mean, Mike “Fucking” Villar - Rising Internet Star?”
“Mmsmmmmftdftm…yes…mnmsdmmmffftt,” the rabbit replied as he started chomping his other ear.
*double gasps*
“I…I…don’t understand,” I then attempted to chomp down my ears…and despaired when I couldn’t. “I must see the other nominees’ blogs.”
After a shortwhile, “There must be a mistake! Mike Villar’s blog is a well-written witty prose of his douchebag-capades and intellectually farted opinions. And compared to the other nominees, his blog never bored me. So how come he’s only second?”
The rabbit stopped chewing what left of his ears to say clearly, “Because you haven’t voted for him yet.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. And so I sat down in front of my computer to write the most awesome pledge of love and support for the Rising Internet Star.
P.S. The day ended with the white bunny handing me bribe money for a job well done.
P.P.S.Vote for Mike Villar. Seriously, with his blog being one of the best in the blogosphere, he really deserves to win.
