This is probably the longest that I've ever taken time off my blog. It started out as, well, I was really busy -- I still am -- but now it's more like, hey, wait a minute, look at all the time I have from not blogging (and, unfortunately, not reading other people's blogs). The last three blogless weeks or so have been, honestly, fine.

Some of you have emailed, some left messages at my meebo -- "huy magblog ka naman!", "Where are you?" and "Have you no idea how many people read your blog?" (Actually I do.) While it would normally spur me to action, I realized that it's a combination of work, not having something to blog about, and not having a smidgen of desire to blog.

I tried to blog. I have half entries lying around everywhere. And, there's really a lot to blog about (I went on a shopping spree in Bangkok and totally upgraded my wardrobe. I now dress like Damien Fahey from TRL, which I hope pleases Cecile.) and a lot of things are happening (I'm moving to an office, for one). But I really lost any desire, or reason, to activate these ideas into blog entries. It's not blogger's block; it's blog exhaustion -- why spend time on a hobby when I could be doing other, more productive things, like reading, going to the gym or even getting some sleep?

And, you, reader. What are you doing here? Go do something good, like, go recycle something.

At some point, I wanted to just pull the plug. The lack of blog will settle it once and for all, I said. No blog means no blogging. As long as this blog is around, it'll keep nagging me to post something. Then, I think about all the cool people I met blogging, some still virtual acquaintances, others are now cool friends. And all the little things that I've done through the blog. So, maybe there is something more to blogging than just all this verbal stretching.

Or, maybe not.