One Year Less


I have never liked celebrating my birthday. Birthdays only remind me that I am one year closer to dying.
Last December 28 was my birthday, and were it not for two old friends who actually made the trouble of going to my house to greet me personally, I would probably spend my birthday just like I did the year before (and the year before that): playing a video game.
As it was, the three of us drank and talked about old times.  
I’m glad they came; I actually enjoyed my birthday this year, which surprised me. 

I suspect I am turning into a grouchy old fart, though.
And I find I am content to be a grouchy old fart.
What the hell, I am disappointed and disillusioned with the world—and the world is disappointed and disillusioned with me.
Might as well live with that, and accept my grouchy old fart persona, even if I am not as old as this old fart:



This is probably my last post for 2011. Frankly, I didn’t think this blog would go past this year, given my talent for procrastination.

But then, I discovered that I truly enjoy blogging. Yet another thing that surprises me. I think we should always try to surprise ourselves. In a good way, of course.


For 2012, I’d try writing more about Philippine history; there are many things about this country’s history that are simply fascinating, and I don't think I even made a single post about the subject.
There, I am actually excited about the coming year! Will wonders never cease.

Anyway, have an exciting new year—and may our fuck-ups be small and unimportant.
 Also this:

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