prince mio

To post or not to post? It has been a question in my head for some time now. I can see that the last time I have posted anything was a while ago. I am a little bit sad now because I was planning to post almost daily along with my friend Lex, but it did not happen. When Lex gave me a call, we spoke for about two hours and when I have told him that I have not posted a single word, he told me that it is a wonder that I am still on-line after all the things I have experienced lately. Just like the rest of the world, Internet can be a very cruel place. And I have experienced it's bad side to the limit. Now I should recover somehow, but do not know how... Coming over to the post?

The day when my pappa told me that his old friend mister Marcel is coming over to visit him with his son, I have remembered my friend Lex. The first time I have seen him was when I was about 5 and then few years later. Lex is eleven years old now, so you can do the Maths as to where my memories went to. But I could clearly remember how little Lexi would give me a big hug and would carry different toy cars and give them to me. Also I remember how mister Marcel would have to bring him home and how he would cry and wave with a hand to say good bye. One of the first words (and he started to talk quite late) that he said was Rasmus. :) Makes me feel proud, as the first was "pappa" and the second one was "chupa" which was for Chupa Chups :)

And when I saw Lex, he did not change at all. He was bigger, of course, but his eyes, his big heart, warmth, kindness, understanding, all of it was there. But there was something else - the awful things that have happened to him. I will not talk of it here without asking Lex first, but some of you may have already understood what I am talking of by reading my long poem that was dedicated to Lex. He told me that he would not survive this all without me and always thought of me and prayed for our meeting to happen as soon as possible. And it happened...

And I know that if not for Lex, I would not make it through myself. He explained me so many things about my mamma, so many things he has remembered and heard from his pappa. But of all of it in my next message. Now it is 10 minutes past six and I must go back to bed. I had a nightmare and still feel scared to go back to bed. But it will be somehow... :) I love you all very much... Not much of a decent blog entry, but for a start, it is still something. :)

Oh, and I did my final school exam with 88% result grade out of 100% possible. Pappa was not so happy, but the teacher told me: "Rasmus, with your health and the amount of days spent in bed and at the hospital, it is the greatest miracle I have ever seen!" Now I shall turn red as a ketchup one more time. :) Let's hope that all the yucky monsters do not like people looking like half full (or half empty?) ketchup bottles. ;)

Rasmus.