I know it doesn’t look like it (or does it? whatever.), but I’m a very sentimental person. I put a lot of sentimental value on stuff. As soon as I pay for a ballpen, BAM! There’s a connection between me and the pen. If I lose it 2 hours later, I’ll be depressed like hell. So just imagine me losing something I’ve had for 4 years. Just imagine it being a reminder of my breakup with my girlfriend for 2 years. Just imagine it being a souvenir from a time and place of healing (Cable Car Alabang Town Center, a couple of days from the breakup). Just imagine me not just losing it, it was accidentally smashed into thousands of pieces by an idiot! My heart got smashed too when I got home, only to discover that one very precious artifact from my college days was gone. This is why I hate people touching my stuff. I’ll miss you, Mr. Ashtray. =(

I didn’t even get the chance to take a decent picture of it. =(

Okay. It was a long weekend. I was expecting Super Typhoon Reming to render our area powerless for at least a day. But Reming had other plans. It didn’t hit Manila and the surrounding area. Everything’s fine and dandy. So what did I do this long weekend?

I created a universe.

Well, not exactly a universe per se. More like a personal pocket universe that will act as a therapist whenever I feel like the world is harassing me. Yes, I created another blog. I created this, my Baddieverse.

“What’s the point?” you ask. I have no freakin’ idea. It’s very satisfying though. I now have two blogs. The old one, LongBox, is now exclusive for comics-related stupidity, while this new one is a personal blog where the rest of my stupidity will reside. Yay!
Anyway, I’m thankful Reming didn’t punk our area like Milenyo did. That jerk.

Aaaaand I’ve got nothing else to talk about. Hell of an opening entry for a new blog, Gino.

Dear Jesus,

What’s the deal with that typhoon?! I mean, I prepared a month in advance for my 25th birthday party! The stage was set for an overnight swimming party at a resort in Miramonte! I invited a lot of people! A lot of them confirmed! And then you wash away my bash with a big ass typhoon?! What the hell, dude! Please tell your Almighty Dad that I was pissed off. Not only did this “Bagyong Milenyo” asshole ruined my birthday, it ruined our house too! No, scrap that. It ruined our entire town! My body is still hurting because of all the heavy lifting before, during, and after the damage of this stupid typhoon. This 25th birthday gift is so totally not cool.

But the damage to our property is something temporary. Compared to some families’ loss after the deluge, ours is trivial. They lost loved ones. I guess I don’t have the right to whine about a postponed party, a body that aches like hell, and several ruined pieces of furniture when a lot of people lost their lives during the typhoon. I’m sorry for being such a baby about this.

Tell your omnipotent father that I’m thankful because none of my family members got hurt. Thank him for making my birthday… umm… interesting. Thank him because for the first time in a long while, he had me “celebrate” my birthday with my family the whole day. Thank him for letting me realize that property can be ruined for a couple of days, power can go out for several hours, but friends and family will always be there, low-batt cell phones and all.

Please ask your awesome dad to bless my family, my friends who still had time to greet me on my birthday even though they had other stuff to attend to like cleaning up their homes and taking baths, and all the people who had terrible losses because of the typhoon. They need and deserve it more than a bitter whining baby like me.

P.S. Your dad sure works in mysterious ways. Later dude!

Yours in good and bad, Gino.