I Cum

I return.

At katulad ng maraming artistang nalaos at pilit na bumabalik, hindi ako yon.

I would consider this blog, my mother. And I, bilang bloggista, ang kanyang prodigal son.

(Walang modang Freddy Aguilar dahil kashe-shave ko lang ng buhok ko last Thursday.)

We travel back and forth trying to reinvent ourselves, find new life into whatever we do, make them appear more interesting than they actually look like in real life.

Because in reality, they are not. But like the showbiz suckers that we are, we want to be just as slam-glam as the bullshit-heavy Lady Gaga and old-leather tanga-toting Madonna.

But the blog, like mother, like a journal, remains a quiet expectator. A willing shock absorber. She is like, any of our mothers, the gossipers of our secrets - mala-telephone cans to friends everywhere - na di natin maaccess by chat, sms or real.

Na para bang sige mudra, make kwento my kwento to the rest of mankind. While you make kwento to me the kwento of the rest of mankind.



And so I return.

I just hope Eartha won't.

Otherwise, I will rethink this coming back myself and would opt for reincarnation.