Another one down… Who’s next? Could it be me??

Recently, another friend tied the knot. In other words, “Another one down!”  I wonder who will be next, could it be me?

I used to think that weddings are all a bunch of crap, something people do to show off to the whole world about about how grand and expensive they’re wedding costs. The elaborated decors and detailed arrangements are something I find unneccessary, I mean, come on, does the flowers have to be color coded? And exactly how many bridesmaid and groomsmen can a couple need? Something about my friend’s wedding made me change my mind and even if I strongly refuse to approve the ridiculous exaggeration of the whole event, i was succumb to agree that it is indeed all magical. I even mentally noted what I wanted for my own wedding! 

As I looked at my friend’s wedding pictures, I realized that I was actually jealous. Someone once told me that a great wedding was every woman’s dream and I would always sarcastically answer them that this doesn’t apply to everyone. What is it with the weddings that makes everybody set a goal for it? I even have a friend who is still single but have already kept aside enough funds for her own wedding.  This whole wedding thing have created havoc in my already twisted head.

Baby sitting grandpa

 Two days ago my grandpa started bleeding again, he was a colon cancer victim and perhaps, after the recent events, he still could be. He is currently confined, no wait, he doesnt like to use that word, he said he is just taking a vacation in Dubai Hospital. With the doctors running every possible labs on him, he was asked to stay and yesterday, due to the adult’s unavailability  I became grandpa’s designated baby sitter and I have no complains whatsoever and I will do it over and over again. My grandpa is a very good patient, he doesnt like to cause trouble at all… he would just sleep, do this crossword puzzles when he gets bored, talk to me endlessly about what he wanted to do before he dies, which is, to see me with his great grand children! To be able to cuddle, kiss and hug his so called great grand children which is what Im suppose to give him before he dies! Sure grandpa, I’d give you a whole lot, just find me someone to reproduce them with! Grandpa can be very funny sometimes, I think more than anything, my grandpa just wanted to see his eldest grand daughter happily settled down.  I think, he just wanted to make sure before he parts from this world, that his grand daughter is going to be taken care of by a man who is going to love her as much as he loved my grandma. He is a very loving husband and a father. He will be stuffed if my grandma is stuffed even if he’s starving, sleepy if granny is sleepy even if he cant sleep, and he planted roses and different kinds of flowers so that he can give my granny flowers every day for the rest of his life and he still does till now. I wish there is still someone like that out there….. *sigh*

Life is too short to live bitterly… I’ve decided to change my paradigm in life.. From now on, im going to live as if its my last day to live, love passionately and worry less! Does that mean i can finally tell someone about what i feel? If I do, will it be worth the try?

I wish we can all find the certain person who will make us feel completely loved….

My baby is no longer a baby….

Over the weekend, my little brother, Alvin kept saying “I wish I am already 15″. A kid of 9 already wanted to be a teenager, this did not come to me as a surprise, I was more or less thinking that the reason why he wanted to be a teenager so soon is so that he can have a little bit more freedom and be allowed to go out with his friends, but what surprised me was his answer when i asked him why, “So that i can have a girl friend. I want someone to love and I want to kiss hot girls.” These words hit me like a tsunami! How could that be when he’s only a baby?

I refused to believe! No! He’s only 9 years old for crying out loud! how could he want a girl friend? That’s not going to happen. NO! The longer i refuse, the more realizations hit me. A couple of months ago, he no longer wants to wear clothes that has cartoon charracters on them, the he asked my and my parents to buy me these really baggy capri shorts, he’s got atleast a dozen now varying from different shades of denims. He wanted to have his hair cut in a certain way (Chris Brown’s hair style), he wanted new set of briefs, no more cartoon stuff on them as well. He wanted shoes that big boys wear,  he even wanted his tooth brush to be big boys tooth brush!

Later that evening, I found out that he had been crushing on this girl, a 12 year old girl, a half American, half Filipino girl, Elizabeth ( you must know that anything you breed with a Filipino has a really more than satisfactory result.  How they met? I have no clue about! No wonder why Alvin has been chatting and chatting all the time and, according to my sources (the family paparazzi), little brother dear asked this chick to be his girl friend but unfortunately (fortunate) he got turned down. The girl said that he was only 9! Smart girl!

But this experience taught me to be ready, ready for the day that Alvin will bring home a girl one day and introduce her to me as his girl friend. Despite the fact that we try to discourage him by telling him that being in a relationship is over rated, we cannot stop the kid’s growth, it will come sooner or later. We’ll just have to see who will survive.

Note for the future girl friend: Beware of the ATEs!!! May the best WOMEN win!

 

Authority’s crap

Yesterday at around 5 in the afternoon an unfortunate event took place in my poor sister’s day. She had a couple of friends over at our place to perhaps ease her and her friend’s boredom, summer does a lot of boredom to many of the hormonally challenged teenagers. They decided to use the balcony to spill their nasty little secrects at each other and with their annoying giggles here and there, natalie threw a hairball coupled with a dirt or two (really it was just a hairball!) out of the balcony and to her misfortune, an RTA employee was standing underneath our balcony and the hairball fell on his shoulder. This tiny, puny little hairball caused the rather dimwitted ass for a government employee  to be furious, he was really furious beyond imagination. Seeing that this thing made the imbecile angry, my sisters humbly went out of our house to apologize to the good for nothing fool but he refused the apology and threatened the kids to call the police and he did… Minutes later, 2 armed police men arrived accompanied by the idiot (im running out of adjectives to describe him!) hollering somethin in their native tongues and pointing his big, fat, black fingers in accusation at my sisters. They forced to arrest my sisters and their friends despite the fact that the kids were minor and refused to listen to their explanation that it was an honest mistake! They even refused to have me accompany the kids to the police station! I mean, come on! Give me a break! Those kids are MINORS!!!!! I stood firm and told them that they cant take the kids without an adult supervision, I know my legal rights and if they do take the kids without me, i will without a doubt raise a case against them and there’s nothing they can do about it because as far as i know, in whichever country you go to, despite the cultures and religious beliefs, no authority can take a minor without parental consent.

I was mad beyond words can explain! They have the nerve to call themselves AUTHORITY when they have no idea what the word means. And much to my anger, a lady who can understand the bullshits the big, fat good for nothing RTA was saying to the police, said that he was lying! He was freaking lying! He told them that the kids were cursing him! The nerve!

Now, what kind of respect can the “future” leaders of the world have on authorities now that they have experienced the injustice they have showed and made them feel? Was it because of our race? Or just the fact that his wife might’ve not given him something the night before. Or maybe his big, fat, black belly was missing nutrition. At that very moment i wanted to take a scalpel and slice his big, fat, black belly open and put his organs in all the wrong places and close him up and make him walk just as he is coming out of anaesthesia. But then again, God said vengeance is His to make, so I’ll leave it in the hands of God.

But can one really blame me for being so angry at these ill mannered beasts? Im an “Ate” that makes me the second mom in the household, I dont want my siblings to be treated by anybody like crap. The authorities did it, that makes them no less than a speck of dust to my sight. No respect is suppose to be given to people like them. Im warning you RTA guy, dont ever roam around my block!

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