Silent Nights
Why are you so petrified with silence?
Here...can you handle this?
Alanis asked me that question as a young man. The lyrics still hound me til now. It's so true. And like the residents of Quezon City struggling to find potable water, I am experiencing a dry spell with regards to my energy and passions.
Even Blogville has gone silent. Half the blogs I read have been so awfully quiet. I'm missing the intellectual rants and debates from comments to reply to comments. I'm missing gossip and scandal and worthless celebrity stories. I'm missing the boyfriend-crazy-girl who got her heart broken on New Years Eve-fell in love and got her heart broken again. Boyfriend shrines have turned into barren fields and even co-stalkers have lost energy. The newly-wed girl has gone busy building a family. The poet no longer writes. And even Inday had no amusing stories to tell.
Here...can you handle this?
Alanis asked me that question as a young man. The lyrics still hound me til now. It's so true. And like the residents of Quezon City struggling to find potable water, I am experiencing a dry spell with regards to my energy and passions.
Even Blogville has gone silent. Half the blogs I read have been so awfully quiet. I'm missing the intellectual rants and debates from comments to reply to comments. I'm missing gossip and scandal and worthless celebrity stories. I'm missing the boyfriend-crazy-girl who got her heart broken on New Years Eve-fell in love and got her heart broken again. Boyfriend shrines have turned into barren fields and even co-stalkers have lost energy. The newly-wed girl has gone busy building a family. The poet no longer writes. And even Inday had no amusing stories to tell.