"If your cats bring you dead mice, roaches, or other things they’ve killed, be sure to act pleased. They are offering it to you as a gift. On the other hand, there was a time when Koosi would “kidnap” small stuffed animals and drop them in the toilet bowl. Was she drowning them, or studying buoyancy?" - Jessica Zafra

She can be quite blunt, and she can be quite funny, too. Jessica Zafra is one of the few Filipino writers who, through her works, helped me in changing my views about the world. I don't always agree with her opinions, but you get my drift?

In other news, I'm still wheezing but not as bad as yesterday. I took antihistamine for breakfast, and most probably a salbutamol later this afternoon. Well, that depends if the allergy is still racking up my lungs.

Awhile ago, I was surfing around webarchives dot org to see how people blogged back then as compared to how they blog today. I noticed how some of my friends were filled with hope and enthusiasm about many things, actual or virtual. There was once a brilliant sense of humor and a scintillating way of reaching out to people.

Today, that certain blogging quality is rare. Mostly, blogs now are either rants, backstabs, or sugar-coated bitterness/loneliness.

I want to reach out to these people like I used to, but the vitriol in their minds have already spread to their souls. Only they can fix themselves, now.

I'm rambling. Ohhh, this blog is turning into a blackhole entry, no? And would I delete this after a few years because of another shot of emotional poison like many of us do when friends we fall in love with are no more a friend than a lover?

We should learn to take rejection with a pinch of salt (sugar, for the kidney-sensitive). Experience will teach me that, again and again. Fun.

And what about art? Art can save us, if we want it to. To hell with them who refused to share your heart. It only meant that they did not deserve your inherent kindness and bright-eyed hopefulness, despite how cruel the world is. Take art to heart.

Am I making sense? Perhaps.

The internet has become a very big part in our lives. However, love remains the same, be it actual or virtual. No better words can express this than Jeanette Winterson:

"Found objects wash up on the shores of my computer. Tin cans and old tyres mix with the pirate's stuff. The buried treasure is really there, but caulked and outlandish. Hard to spot because unfamiliar, and a few of us can see what has never been named.

I'm looking for something, it's true.
I'm looking for some meaning inside the data.

That's why I trawl my screen just like a beachcomber-- looking for you, looking for me, trying to see through the disguise. I guess I've been looking for us both all my life." --- from The Powerbook

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