Do What?!

It’s good to have concerned brothers, but not all the time.

Ed, Christian and Christopher, my three brothers, have been so strict to me these days. Ed doesn't want me to come home late from school and so as Christian. They do both dislike hearing about suitors and boyfriends. Christopher wants me to “do these, avoid that, eat these and sleep early”—which I found, sometimes, stinking. What these three boys really like me to do is to study hard and avoid admirers. Err…

Well, Ed already has his job as a merchandiser. He goes there at 9am and back home at 11pm—everyday (day offs every Monday but he rather work for it still than to have rest).  It’s quite hard for us to talk now. I miss talking with him. May God guide him all along.

Christian is still rough. Well, it’s him and I understand it. I just don’t like the way he scolds my two younger sisters.

Christopher “The Proud Kuya” cares so much to me that I feel like I have my personal assistant. There he prepares my herbal medicines at night and compiles my papers and requirements necessary for the application of different scholarships. Okay. I just don't like it sometimes like "Hey... I can do it alone..."

Still, I love these three boys though sometimes they care overdo. 

29

I think this is the best birthday I ever had. God finally answered two of my longing prayers--to bring home the bacon for my beloved school and to finally reveal myself, my love behind pretension. I was so thankful that day that I need not to dream anymore.

For almost a month, I did drain my brain for the training I needed to struggle through. There are some instances that I have nothing to write (yeah, quitting was playing at the back of my mind), I neglected some of the activities in the class, and I got mad with my school paper adviser for it seemed he don't know how hard it was to write when you have really nothing divulge out of your head. It's never been easy to write. You too will nod for sure.

November 28. Tomorrow is my birthday. I must be in our house preparing what to cook for tomorrow, inviting some of my closest friends, and reminiscing the last day of my sweet 16. But, I am here, with my SPA, at Fontana Resort Clarkfield, Angeles City, Pampanga bracing myself for tomorrow's contest. It's like "Woah... Regional Schools Press Conference... O.o" That was really a deep sigh. Last year was of the same thing. I didn't even have a chance to celebrate my birthday because it was our training in table tennis. Well, it's okay at least I have saved my (and mama's) penny. It's cold here in hotel. I don't want to eat nor to write and read. I just want to sleep.

November 29. It was approaching 12 am when Wilbert greeted me through text. I felt being 17 and that made me find no any drowse in me that I stayed awake until 5am. I want to sleep. Really wanted to but the lyrics of the song I was playing that moment came in reality. I did hide this for almost a year and got pained many times. My cheeks often experience a hot sensation on my face. It’s okay, it’s part of truthfully loving someone and I’m willing to reap more pain, anything for the one I really love.

This is it. Everything was perfectly done on my birthday. I won 5^th place in Feature Writing English Category. I ate a lot. And I finally expressed myself. I was so contented and gleeful that day. November 29, I'll be waiting for the calendar to approach more and more 29.Thank God.

Thank you. Thank you so much.