goodbye, ann

I used to beg to my rents to give me siblings. I would write to dear ‘ol Saint Nick to place them inside my stockings instead of the usual candies and toys. Little dolls that move by themselves would be way better than the plastic ones. And when they grow up, they could look up to me and I could read them stories and they would be all oooh’s and aaaaah’s over the new things I would show them. I would have my own fan club. Neat, huh? But no matter how much I pester my parents and Santa, my long awaited sibs did not come to reality.

I wondered why. I was not so picky. I did not specifically mean little brothers and sisters. A big sister would have been nice. Someone to look up to, instead of someone looking up to me. That was fine by me. Like I said, I wasn’t picky. At least there would be someone who would show me what was in and what was out. Her friends would be my friends (They would be older and much cooler girls). She would teach me stuff my mom would not deal with because of the fear that I was ‘too young’. And I could go to her when I have girl problems. Even if they say that moms know best, sometimes they just don’t. They are not your age; yes, they have been there, but that was ages ago. Things are not exactly the same with the two diff generations.

On second thought, a big bro would be cool too. He would look after me and treat me like a princess. He would go after bullies and would not let a fly touch my oh-so-sensitive skin. He would show me all the cool stuff that guys know, like the wonders of websites and the cheat in Play Station. I can eat like a pig in front of him and he would not even notice.  We would have burping contests and laugh out loud at the dirtiest jokes we could master. I could have the messiest room and he would think that I’m such a girl. Oh, and introduce me to his guy friends, and unbeknownst to him, the love of my very young life. He could unravel to me the mystery of a guy’s mind. Although, to be honest, there is not much of a mystery there. LOL. I would have loved to have a big brother.

These days though, I have been thinking. And I could not have been happier that I do not have any brothers or sisters. I am not the kind of person to have one. I am more of a loner, although it is not that conspicuous. I would rather stare at my computer all day long rather than talk to a person in our house; I barely speak a line or two to my relatives here and they are my age.

I am more selfish than I would like to admit.

Problems are already piling up. With sibs, they might overflow.

I have already been constructed to do things my way. Although it would have been really cool to have a twin. But that is like nearing impossible. And no privacy!!!

There is also that added responsibility when you have a brother or a sister.

And there is not always a guarantee that things would work out with a sibling. They could also be psycho freaks, for all I know.

Besides, what else can I do? Right now, I am just grateful for my cousins and friends who have acted as my brothers and sisters. At least I got a taste of it.

And so, to my invisible sister, Ann, go hang yourself.

**the song is not necessarily for siblings OR for Ann. It’s just a cute song, that’s all.**

 Bowling For Soup - A Friendly Goodbye

new beginnings

And so this is my very first post to my newest blog.

And i’m speechless. 

I’d just fill this post with an “oath” as my mind has gone blank. Well, not completely. It just keeps on wandering over the Rizal exercises I still have to finish, as well as to a couple of tests I have to cram over tonight.

So…my oath.

I solemnly pledge under the grounds of this holy keyboard, with the fly buzzing around my face and Chiyo, my non-movable dog, as witnesses, that I  would post my thoughts and reflections on this blog as often as I COULD.So help me God.

There. you could charge me of perjury if this won’t be executed. 

I’ll keep my fingers crossed that no one would find a reason to. **winks**