You have probably noticed my inactivity in the last few days, and whatever your hunches are, I am back to straighten things out. Last Wednesday (or some time last week), a mishap happened. While I was busy catching some Z's in the office, some burglars broke into our house and took away, among others, my computer's new LCD monitor. Long story short, I can't go online at home using my impaired gadget where I am most comfortable posting the right Simply Manila stuff. While I have limited resources in the office, thanks to firewalls and other inhibitions deemed necessary by IT, I will take this perfect opportunity to flex some neurons to produce, hopefully, stranger thoughts.
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Let me start by expressing my gratitude towards all readers who, despite this brief hiatus, continued to show their support by making Simply Manila one of the most visited gay-oriented blogs this year. That is probably debatable, or without any basis at all, or maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I can't hide the fact that I am truly grateful to see the influx of page views in the past few days despite my lack of updates. I have so much to write about. Why Prince Stefan is gay? Why is he not? How much did Century Properties pay Paris Hilton? Did I jack off over Neil Etheridge's F and H sexy pictures? Did I jack off more than once? Can someone turn water into wine?
My head's blowing with ideas, and I feel handicapped by this unfortunate incident that occured lately. But maybe I just need to pause a little and rethink my priorities. What else on earth could it be? Like, there is a television in my room, I am paying for cable services, yet if I really think about it, I never, even for a day this year, decided to sit back an hour or two to watch a TV show. Moreover, I normally burn hundreds on DVDs a month or spend hours downloading the latest episodes of my favorite shows or indie films. Do I need these extra channels? Clearly not.
What was taken out from my room that night was gone for a reason. Like it's metaphoric or something to that effect. They took three or four shirts from my carefully arranged closet, and I could not even identify the designs or colors of those shirts. Am I keeping extra baggages in my closet that are not needed? My DSLR camera was just hanging somewhere inside my room but was not taken. And so are the expensive watches I bought only recently. But didn't I donate around fifteen shirts over a month ago? Maybe I need to get rid off these extra baggages so I can move on smoothly. See new lights. And colors.
My perfumes were also taken. For the first time in my life, I kept more than two perfumes and they were all taken away. They could mean nothing. But perhaps I have to be reminded that I am overspending on things that are not highly essential. Why one can live without a perfume and I could not live with only one? It's different strokes for different folks, but then again, I have serious issues with sorting my priorities in life. Did I die without one? I am still breathing. And blogging.
More interestingly, out of so many (maybe not so many) bags displayed all over my room, they brought with them my silver Fitness First backpack, perhaps used to put together all the other stuff they took. I have been a member of Fitness First for almost four years now, and believe it or not, I have never set foot in that gym this year. Of course, I am paying them every month, they take payments automatically through my credit card.
To be continued...maybe!
