The reason why there is an obvious lack of posting activity in this blog is because I've been busy living my life. The life I've been neglecting ever since I decided three years ago that my life wasn't worth living anymore. I am not going to go into detail here as the reason behind the blithe insouciance I've been feeling towards my life is well chronicled within the annals of this blog. Suffice it to say that for three years now, I've been living a life that is pretty much devoid of purpose; of direction.
Sure, I enjoy moderate success as far as my career is concerned and to most people, it would appear as if I have everything going for me but what a lot of people fail to realize is that beneath the comic facade that I try so desperately to project lies a gaping void; an inexplicable sense of emptiness.
Anyway, I think I mentioned something about my Ex-girlfriend being in town in passing. What I didn't write down was the fact that this ex-girlfriend that I speak of is the very person responsible for the chronic feeling of emptiness I've been feeling for years now and recently, also the person responsible for making me feel alive again.
For three weeks now, I've been spending most of my time with her and taking the risk of sounding emo, I'm going to go ahead and say that it has been the best three weeks of my life.
Spending that much time with her got me thinking about the relationships I've had after she left. Although I can't remember much about what happened within the last three years since I was really into drugs and shit at that time(Just kidding if my bosses are reading this), I came to the realization that the relationships I've had after her were all exercises in futility, drunkeness and murder. Okay not so much murder.
The relationships that came after the relationship I had with this particular ex-girlfriend have been nothing short of trying. I use the word "relationship" here very loosely because everybody knows I fall "inlove" with a random girl every hour which ends invariably with me solicitng sex from her, following her home if she doesn't acquiesce and her throwing plates at me before finally calling the cops to have me arrested.
I also realized that I've never felt more secure with anbody than with Mayne. All the little things she does to make me feel special; the way she kisses me passionately; the way she pampers me like I'm the most precious thing in the world; the way we both like to get drunk and have wild animal sex afterwards; and the way she looks past my eyes, into my soul and tell me everything's going to be alright–All these things made me realize that she's the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with.
I talked to Mayne about how I feel about her a couple of days ago and after a lot of kisses, hugs and tears I'd like to make an announcment: We're engaged. And coming soon in 2008: Marriage. I know this comes as a shock to a lot of you ladies out there. I say this because I regularly receive TONS (okay, three, and one of them was from one of my dummy email accounts) of email from you guys asking me to marry you. I'd like to say that since I have terribly low self esteem and these "Marry me!" emails are quite flattering, please keep them coming. I will, of course, not seriously consider them since I'm engaged and all that shit. Whatever.
Mike "Fucking" Villar
"a Manila-based blogger made famous by his Atrocities of Friendster series, a regular feature he publishes on his blog where he mercilessly criticizes and mocks pictures of ugly people he stumbles upon on popular social networking site, Friendster. Although a lot of people are offended by what he writes, long-time readers of his blog regard him as a brilliant satire writer."
-Taken from my WikiBios page
