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Okay, well, I'm not dead yet. That's a shame. I'm kicking like a horse, and always full of energy as always. Or so I thought. I might have been so disappointed in these recent developments involving lack of comments in this blog. Okay, well, that's shallow. But I'm glad to inform everyone that I'm still getting high number of page views from month to month. I almost didn't notice it already exceeded a million (as of this writing, 1,264,292 page views and 376,449 visits), and that's just cool. It seems that a lot of you appreciates the effort I've done so far. Thank you so much.
I was hitting the gym for months already with less progress, and I feel sorry for the wasted money. It wasn't lack of motivation this time, laziness is more like it. But I have the mood for investing in more essential things other than classy clothes lately, like purchasing a tripod that I haven't used yet, an AC that wasn't installed yet and a brand new postpaid cellphone that is not fully functioning yet. I'm not sure if these are good investments, but at least I have something I could sell if I'm running out of funds already. Or something I could smile at whenever I feel like not watching porn. *LOL*
This week was like some weeks the man upstairs fast forwarded for me not to notice its gory details. (That's an exaggeration, of course.) But I was shown something I have to ponder. On my way home one day some time last week, I witnessed a minor post-accident scenario at the highway involving a man on the bike and a cab. The bike driver seemed like he was smashed by the bigger vehicle, and flew few feet to the air before hitting the asphalt road, face-down and almost unconscious. He stayed motionless on the ground, and waited for the rescuers to arrive while curious heads started to form a crowd. I stood frozen, shocked as I started to absorb what happened only seconds ago. I heard a scream but it only sounded as if it was simply a background music to my sudden lack of sensation. It felt like my own life was taken in that moment, and everything that happened in my whole life flashed before my eyes.
Death, that's the last thing I would discuss. It wasn't the first time I was reminded by how life could be taken in an instant. Not that I've grown in a remote community where life can be easily bought, and where money blinds people in so many ways. It was a good thing the mishap happened in broad daylight. I felt the heat of the tropical sun which reminded me that I wasn't insensate at all. I still have tomorrow to look up to. I still have enough time to enjoy whatever's left and mine. I still have the chance to do whatever I needed to do, and that's cool. That's really, really cool.