Day 4 - Your day, in great detail

So OK, day 4 should have been the other day, but it was a blah day, where my whole day was just spent sitting on a chair and staring at a computer, so there’s not much into it really. I decided I’d just postpone the Tumblr challenge for the next day since we had a plan for that day, which was yesterday. 

So, yesterday was Friday, and we went to an event in this school where bands would be going. My friends’ favorite band would be there, and I like their music, too. I’ve been wanting to see them, so I went with my friends even if I was running out of money and the event at my former school would be nearer and much more convenient.

The concert was just OK, I enjoyed it mainly because of my friends. The security was so tight, that if it weren’t for my friend, I couldn’t have gone in, or maybe I would’ve waited outside for so long. The next hour was spent waiting for the others, checking out the kiosks, and falling in line for so long just to buy burgers for our dinner.

But the company with friends, the laughters, the time spent together, and our favorite band were enough to compensate for all the troubles we’ve gone through. It was exhausting, but in the end I was happy. There were also fireworks and it’s nice. Only they could have lit them many at a time, or something like that. 

I was kind of waiting for someone but he didn’t show up. But it’s OK. I was just a little disappointed but maybe it’s better this way. 

On our way home, there were a lot of people waiting for public transpo, so we walked on this street, and it felt good—-smoking a cigarette, walking with friends on the street late at night, with the cold breeze. It just felt so gooooood.

Two rides and I was at my village. It was already morning, around 2 am, but I lit up another cigarette and I wanted to consume it while walking on the streets again—this time, alone. I once had an encounter with a stranger while I was walking alone late at night. But last night, no, this morning rather, I didn’t feel scared. I just wanted to have that time alone. I had earphones on and the moon was not full but was still bright and the stars are visible. Romantic, except that there’s nothing romantic about it and there’s only me. But I love the company of myself. I need that time with myself.

I could have danced except that I was afraid someone in a car would pass by and see me dancing, and I could have sung out loud except that I was afraid I would wake those who were already sleeping. Haha it’s funny I was laughing at that thought as I was walking giddily in the middle of the street.

That was what happened last night until this morning. And what a night/day it was. :)

Day 3 - Your favorite people, in great detail

I think I’d write about my youngest brother. I was 11 when he was born, and in days or nights when my parents were not around, I was like a mom to him. He’s 10 now, too tall for his age, but still acts like a small kid. Maybe partly because we treat him that way, particularly me, because he’s the youngest and when he came to us, he was a delightful surprise. My mom wasn’t young when she had him, too, so it was really unexpected.

Unlike me and my siblings, though, who were consistently honor students when we were young, my favorite brother and most favorite person is more interested in play more than work or anything else. Sometimes I would try to tutor him before exams, but he would complain that I’m too strict. And then he would try to evade and sleep, watch TV or play instead.

But like me he could be mushy and sensitive. Sometimes he would tell me that unlike us, he won’t ever get a medal. As his sister, it breaks my heart to hear it from him and I pity him sometimes. Maybe he’s really not as intelligent as my siblings, or maybe we’re too lax in monitoring him, or my parents have become so busy to help him in school work. But I still believe in him. I would often tell him that if he would only study and work hard, he’d get even more awards than we did. 

He grew up really talkative. When he was younger and we had these long trips, he was our only entertainment even if we’re driving alone in a secluded place late at night. He would tell us ridiculous stories he believed to be real. 

In most times he’s just like a little kid, but he could be quite mature, too, sometimes. Because we’re not living with our parents anymore, he’s the only one who’s with my mom usually. When my mom has problems, he would give her advices that you wouldn’t believe could come from someone his age. When my mom and dad argue, he’d be in between, telling them to calm down, even if he’s a little scared and almost in tears. Sometimes you would think he’s just playing while you’re having a serious conversation with someone, but then you’d realize that he was actually listening when he tells or asks you something about it.

He’s a sweet little boy and I love him. 

Day 2 - What you ate today, in great detail

What I had today…..

For breakfast, I don’t really eat breakfast the past months. Well, I do, if there’s anything at all to eat. Haha! I just had some hot chocolate, put in some rice in it, so that’s like chocolate porridge for ya (haha), bread, and I heated some tuna paella or whatever and rice cake.

For lunch, I just heated the meat soup and buttered fish. My sister cooked them. I’m not a fan of fish but the big ones, especially fried and buttered, are so delicious!

For dinner, there was nothing to heat anymore hahaha, so I was forced to fry some cuts of fish, the same fish that my sister had buttered.

As common as it is (ugh, IKR)… describe yourself.

Hmm… When I laugh, I laugh so hard. I laugh at the most trivial things, like when watching a very funny movie, show or even animes. I love music, indie music particularly, but also New Wave and others. I love movies and literature and everything about arts though I don’t know much and sometimes I think I’m either a poser or a social climber—or both. Haha! But they are my refuge. My real friends know how I could be a badass, some would misunderstand me but truth is, I could be very very sensitive that I get hurt too much. I’m trying to change, but I want to keep my principles. When someone does you wrong, he/she should know it and admit it and say sorry. 

People like me easily. It’s easy for me to be friends with anyone, but I’m afraid when I get too close to someone I’d start getting hurt again—-at the most trivial things like feeling you’re not as important to them as their other friends. It’s funny I’m laughing right now, but that’s how it is. Even my parents can’t handle me. I used to think I was badly raised. At least I’m as close as ever to my mom now. Meanwhile, my dad, who used to be my darling dad, right now I don’t talk to him that much, as in, you know, I don’t talk to him as my dad. I haven’t talked to him like that for more than two years now. I told you I have principles. But sometimes like when I had a misunderstanding with a friend, even when it’s just a trivial reason, at that moment it happened it wasn’t. Months later you’d think it was ridiculous, but you’ve been used to not talking to the person. It’s crazy.

I fall in love easily, I once thought I could make someone fall for me. Haha! (And I did, actually! Haha.) But I don’t know. Lately I’ve become open-minded. I could go on living without a husband. I don’t think I could ever handle being pregnant and giving birth and being a mother. I don’t want to be cheated on by any man. I don’t have any plan in life so I’ve been thinking maybe I’d rather die young. Haha I’m kidding.

I used to be an achiever as a child. Then I went into this good university where almost everyone else is intelligent, and then I developed inferiority complex. The shaking of my hands, primarily due to a thyroid sickness, got worse, and my stage fright got worse. It’s funny ‘cause my parents have large expectations and large faith in me they want me to be a lawyer. When I think about it I get sick. Haha. 

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One word to describe me based on this post: MUSHY

ewwww I’m sorry!!!!