I think summer is coming early, way too early, this year. This morning, I was looking at the jackets that rescued me from the almost uncomfortable cold weather of the past days (23 degrees in the south, people! 8 degrees in Baguio) —the type of cold that hurts as it burrows to the bone, deathly, making me realize that, no, I probably will not survive migration to Iceland—and now I have to put the jackets away as rivulets of sweat fight for path rights over my face.

Oh, I will miss my hoody. Last week, as I was walking the dog, I wished I had a jacket on when strong gusts of wind lifted my blouse to my face and for a fraction of a moment the trash bins became unfortunate witnesses to my nunga-nungas.

I looove my hoodies. God bless the inventor of the hoody. They’re so comfy. Like, the ones I own have these ties that one may ribbon under the chin, keeping my ears and the rest of my skull warm and dry. Hello, perfection! But, I wonder, when does it get absurd for one to wear a hoody? 40? 50? Almost similar to the question, when does it get absurd for one to keep an online diary? He he.

A few weeks ago, my friend Jun, the creator of this Web site, decided to (temporarily? Forever?) close his own site. In his words, he said, “Goodbye. Life is good.” Does that mean, that we who still blog don’t have it so good? Was he implying that people who blog don’t have a life? He he.

Almost at the same time, my other friend, Ian, said something to the effect that it is a well known, but not openly admitted, fact that the amount of time one spends online is inversely proportional to the amount of time one spends living. Well, who makes these stupid rules, anyway? Ha ha.

Well, I discovered the Internet in 1997, made a corny Web site in the following years that I discontinued; tried to write in LJ, but because I didn’t believe in sharing the nitty-gritty of my life then (I told someone before that online diaries are just public masturbations) my interest in it fizzled out. But, who does not hanker for a little exhibition, a dollop of self-promotion every now and then? I’m a Filipino, for chrissakes! I have opinions! So for a few years now, I have successfully maintained a blog in Blogspot where I occasionally scatter nuggets of pearly wisdom (in my opinion, snarks!) and then this Web site. In all my attempts to immortalize myself on the Web, I have never said goodbye. I also never apologized for not posting in my blog nor said, “Hello, I’m baaack!” after being away for some time. It’s simply: my blog, my rules, but you’re welcome to read if you like. This is why I never cared to switch on the “Comment” feature in my Blogspot nor put tracking devices (though vastly interesting. I’m thrilled that someone in Great Britain lost his/her way and landed on this site one day) to know who came and went. Besides being too much trouble (I’m 33 and many of my brain cells have since died), I’m sorry, but I simply don’t care.

Blogs are nice ways of sharing stories, of sharing ourselves; to others they are powerful tools (for informing, educating, ruining, inspiring). If people read us it is because we provide them a convenient way to kill time. If we stop blogging, our readers will maybe wonder, but most will probably just shrug and move on to the next available blog. So don’t apologize, don’t say goodbye (after all you might decide to come back. Jun, pleeease come back!), don’t proliferate beliefs that make others doubt their coolness (we all must have our delusions to keep us sane, ano ba!). Blog. Don’t blog. It’s your choice. Just, please, shut up about it.