​Following my sister's blog, I had a difficult time in choosing which topic to write about. Nothing beats her.

​Then again, one of my good friends reminded me that every blog of mine is not going to be a "home run." (Instead, I will call it a "slam dunk." Sounds better. Sorry, bro.) Also, he told me, "Overthinking and setting high expectations will not do any good. Just keep it up. As long as you are consistent in writing your blogs. That's what only matters."

​As I sit here on a very hot day in front of my sister's grave, I reminisce the moments I had with her.

Surprisingly, as of now, I survived the last 13 years without her. She died only at 18 years old from a vast, devastating loss. (I was only 15 at the time. A few days later, I had to overcome my final exams.) I did not even witness her death. Importantly, she had a future ahead of her. (I should have been the one to die.) Now, my kids will never ever meet their Auntie Marrianne.

Look closely at the photo. This kid with the thick afro and huge acne. I grew the afro because I did not want to be seen by anybody. Needless to say, I was the center of attraction. I was a dumb kid in another world. Like I said on my previous blog, I was a shy and quiet kid with a very low self-esteem. At least, I smiled.

​A peculiar, interesting relationship.

​This vacation photo was taken in a theme park, Busch Gardens, at Virginia in 1990 of September.

He is the only grandparent I have ever bonded with. Grandpa is from my dad's side. Everybody else passed away, before I was born. I was a very shy and quiet kid. (I come from a family, where we rarely, verbally express our feelings to each other. Instead, we show it by only hugging each other.) Grandpa did not really speak English that well, when he arrived here from the Philippines. Our means of communication was very limited.

I am not sure when it exactly happened.

​As you can see from the photo above, it was taken some time between 1994-1995. I was in the 2nd grade attending W. C. Andrews Elementary School at Portland, Texas. I was the shortest kid in my class, and for every class I attended throughout the end of college.

​3 hours ago, I was supposed to write my first ever blog. Procrastination at its finest. It goes with the common saying, "Ya snooze, ya lose," yet I will continue typing this blog.

Do not be alarmed by the photo above, apparently, the look in my face on this photo sums up where I am right now.

​One of my close friends asked me, "As your good friend, what are you doing in your life?" Go with what makes you happy.