Bakla Ako, May Reklamo?

As I was browsing through my personal blog archives,  I found a very silly, but kind of heartwarming letter I wrote to myself last year. I wrote it on September 3rd, and addressed it to myself.  Yes, I’m weird like that.

I didn’t realize until now that I wrote that letter and now I find myself smiling and laughing. What I wrote hit hard and hit home! I’m just amazed at how much fuzz I made over my birthday last year. I’m supposed to have the quarter-life crisis this year,  but no, I had it last year.  This year is just another day, not even a birthday.

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Here’s the letter:

Dear Ageage,

By the time you read this, you’re already 25. I wrote this letter for you a few days before we turned 24. A lot of things have happened in your life within that one year. Sure you’ve grown a little more mature, but you’re still a kid. Sometime in August 29, 2006, you felt empty – as you did many days before and after that. You were lonely. You were envious of other people. You got infatuated with this one guy. You did not know what you wanted in life. Of course you had dreams and goals, but nothing concrete. You just lived each and every single day of your life. You lived one day at a time. Work is what drove you. A few days before you turned 24, you looked at your life and realized that you were empty. You surrounded yourself with people who complemented your life, your lifestyle. But you still felt empty. You’ve always wanted to have someone. A boyfriend, a partner, a lover. But you were okay without one. I don’t know about now, but if you have found someone or if you’re with that someone, you still are not happy because he is not what you were looking for all your life. Please stop looking for a Superman in your life. You are a superman. Look for your Lois Lane (or Lex Luthor, whichever you prefer). Love yourself.

Sincerely,
Your Other Self

How ’bout you? Are you still excited about your birthdays?

No this is not another sad, self-loathing and sappy post. It’s been almost six months since we started all this kabaklaan here. We have always wondered where our readers go from here. Some people just get lost in this crazy world called the Internet and stumble upon this blog.

We don’t really analyze our statistics too much. Let’s rephrase that, we rarely analyze our stats – sometimes to the point of non-analysis, if there is such a thing. So today, we looked at our month-long (and a few days) stats of where our readers come from, how they get here, and where they go once they get too bored with all the kabaklaans here. So why just post stats for a month? It’s because we based our tedious cross-platform, cross-counters (google analytics, counterize, getclicky, mybloglog, blogcatalog, etc), cross-trackers analysis on baklaako.com – we didn’t include the stats from baklaako.myjournal.ph.

We won’t bore you with all the details and graphs and numbers. Instead, we present to you, the most visited websites and blogs from baklaako.com (most outbound clicks). Here are the TOP 12:

1. KK Best Stories
2. Ultimate Pinoy Hunks
3. Binatang Pinoy
4. Barako Stories
5. Manila Gay Guy
6. Misterhubs
7. Dave Montero
8. Bryanboy
9. Bi.S.E.A.N.
10. Corporate Closet
11. Kuwentong Kalibugan
12. Max Male Beauty

So there you have it. Among these top 12, what do you notice?

Oh fart.

In eight days, this old fart will be a year older. He has not crossed out even a quarter of the list he made last year: 25 things to do before turning 25. Yup, you read it right, this Bakla is turning a quarter of a century old.

Aren’t we supposed to be happy when our birthdays come? Oddly enough, I’m not a wee bit excited about my birthday. It’s gonna be just another day. It probably is because I don’t wanna say I’m 25 years old.

There may be another hiatus in the following days, but you know what a hiatus means in this blog. Everytime we announce a hiatus, we post more and more entries! Hah!

As for my birthday wish, I haven’t really given it a thought, so I’m resorting to…

World Peace!

Happy Birthday to Me and to Pisanu of Bi.S.E.A.N.