It has been a long time, long long time, since I last saw you. The last time I wrote on you was purely untitled. It meant nothing. It is nothing. You know, I am aware at times you are mad at me. I only lurk or even check up on you when I am down, sad, going nowhere, desolated, despondent and other adjectives that best describe loneliness. And yes, for the nth time, it strikes again.
This blog has been made not to rant, neither will this serve as my other venue to speak the unspoken madness, craziness and insanity I have in me. But it is turning, well actually turned out, to be something close and similar to that. I could not remember telling you about my happiness, accomplishments, new people in my life, my new possessions. Rather, it is always the opposite. I know at times you wish to just shut your self down. Believe me, I will not know how to get by if my only friend, in your persona, will get tired to listen to all my pieces and just suddenly disappear. I hope to cultivate whatever kind of friendship, okay relationship, we have. Nevertheless, you know how much I love you. Because of you, I get to exercise my writing skills that I am starting to forget. Thanks for always being there.
It's 12:04 in the afternoon. Sunny is just so sweet to let us experience his bitter sweet warmth. In 12 hours, I am turning 23. You got it right, yours truly is already sweet 23. Let me show you my own version of 'throwback' and take you back to my childhood.
On 18th May 1991, Marcus was delivered to the world. Full of joy, I guess, mom and dad named him Mark Joseph. His childhood was not the ideal one, neither was it the superlative of bad. It started out just fine. He only wanted a burger whenever his dad goes home from his bread and butter. He enjoyed simple pleasures. They are neither rich nor the poorest. I can say, they were surviving. After good five years, his family had another baby - Ramon. Just like in the movies, that momentous event the first time parents lay their eyes on their babies-
Pardon me, I can't type anymore. Not that I am tired, but I have long forgotten about the past. I do not live and dwell in the past. I may say my autobiography is not for the books, blogs or elsewhere.
Life is not always about exciting new beginnings, rising denouement, happy endings. This is facing the reality and always have the 'moving forward' attitude. In my 23 years of existence, I have learned and experienced a lot of things. Felt a lot of emotions. Myriad orgasms in both sexual and mental aspects. Met a lot of people, some stayed, some are steady but a lot of them just glided by. Welcome to my life!
I do not know, and do not even have the slightest idea, how my life will end. Will I live peacefully? Will I age gracefully? Will I mature naturally? Will I die happily? Maybe after writing and posting this, I will die. I may also live longer. Who knows? I just do not expect.
I have no idea how to end this post. So, I guess, 'till I see you again.
This too shall pass.
Happy Birthday, Marcus!