Two!

Two years.

That has been this long since I started blogging, on the egging of now celebrity-blogger Gibbs Cadiz. At the time, I have just gone through the most arduous ordeal of my life, the bar exams.

Then used to a life of seemingly endless streams of readings and other brain-wracking activities, I suddenly found myself with much time to spare, and left clueless on how to handle the awkward respite. Gibbs’ proposition to write seemed too enticing to simply ignore. For a variety of reasons.


Primarily, I needed to while time away and bring my mind far from persistent anxiety over the probable exam results. But aside from that, I too wanted a release from the angst that another life-challenge was bringing me, a long and painful episode that at the time was also on the verge of resolution, for or against me.


Two years. Just how much could it mean to a person’s long lifetime? Not much I guess, but for me, these past two years formed the most colorful chapters of my life.

From a deluge of frustrations, a series of big triumphs ensued. I passed the bar exams, won the professional fight, vacationed in Shanghai and the US, and then sailed to Tokyo. But there were new challenges and heartaches too - like my mother undergoing heart bypass and of course, the loss of my car to thieves. All these comprised the 213 posts I’ve made for this blog. And to my honor, quite a number of strangers followed me through the journey. In time, I met some of them, but even without the personal contacts, everyone seemed like friends from some lifetime hundreds of generations back.



Two years. Ain’t this blogspan already equivalent to a man’s century? Is two years of constant on-line companionship with kindred souls not enough for the connection to simply loosen and break? I admit mine is one boring life now and I am not sure if I would have the requisite material that could sustain any bored surfer’s interest.

I thought that the best time to quit is when one’s at his peak and I am convinced this humble blog will never be higher than what it is now. It will never reach celebrity status, nor will it make me rich (I don't have ads, for chrissakes). But on the one hand, I could look at this as yet another challenge to conquer and instead of leaving it as just another dead spot in the web, I could actually improve this site and still keep it as a journal of my placid course - until the very last blog-link signs off. I gave it a thought and made a deal.


I just bought a new lappie.

(Note: The pics were taken during the recent Daidogue, the World Cup of Street performers in Shizuoka)