I haven’t been writing a lot, especially last 2016, I’ve only put a few posts up here and it really has been a while. One cool thing that I realized was how long this blog has been up here. It’s 2017 and five years ago from now was the birth of this blog, that’s a LONG while. I never had any goal back then I just wanted to write and still up until now that has been its purpose. Writing truly is an art – instead of colors you manipulate words and ultimately like any piece of art create feeling and emotion through your work.

I’d like to talk about family. Today is the last day of my Christmas vacation – a twelve day span of bonding and goodness. Exactly an hour after now I’ll be taking an Uber to the airport and I’m off, back to Cebu where the grind is back on.

Cebu’s hectic I tell you, there is so much to do – every step I take puts me closer to my goal of becoming an architect, the only thing that pulls me back sometimes is the lack of family, I’m alone there – most of the time. Yeah yeah friends are great I’ve made precious relationships and I can really consider them family but “family” the true originals will never be the same.

My vacation here consisted of that, visiting and revisiting old memories and relatives – more or less it’s been a nostalgic ride to memory lane, where the old stayed old as if the last ten years never passed and the young grew up so fast for me to comprehend. Things change so quickly but despite time taking its toll nothing ever disconnected family.

I lived the past days in a condo unit my uncle owned, who lives in the US right now, with my brother and cousins. It was a great time getting to know their lives now and recall what it was years back – meeting their friends and just having a good time.

Ultimately I needed this, it was a break off what seemed to me a world that would never change, my reality – but to only realize that what I am going through is just another fantasy, my real world is where my family is.

By the way, Happy new year! Let’s smash 2017!


I broke my brother’s glasses…. now I feel guilty.


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Ian ( my brother ) and I decided to spend some time on Youtube before going to bed, just to relax ourselves. He sat on a folding chair beside me while I on another taking control over the laptop. It was going good so far, Youtube loaded, a few tabs were closed and the internet was extremely fast. We watched a few funny videos, some about cute babies and the others about eating challenges. We watched a dude eat a big mac in one bite which I thought to be very impressive, he had a very big mouth though. I kept at it for a while just clicking whatever Youtube suggested while Ian kept his eyes on it.

Among the suggestions was a music video. It had no clip but a picture of KSIolajidebt, a youtuber, over laying the song “Get Hyper” by Droideka.

Okay the song was not just a song. It was a Club type of song. The ones that had subtle beginnings transitioning into a huge pumping bass beat that gets the listener pumped up as the song goes.

So it started, a synthesizer was played looping a similar beat for a few seconds. Then a “noise” kind of rhythm entered alternating between low and high frequencies. Half a minute into the song these sounds were “muted” but you could hear it which lasted for a while. Imagine a blurred picture, that’s the basic feel to it. An english rapper started saying things, he ended his rhyme with a “GET HYPER” then an “explosion”.

Keep calm and get hyper

A combination of the first beat mixed with an undulating bass beat followed resulting in Ian and I jumping on our chairs. The chairs gave off a cracking sound but didn’t give, though that didn’t stop us. We continued. Ian and I were grinning while we pulled off our own hand gestures. I had my arms wiggling up and down, and Ian had his hands on a looping “stop there” motion. Basically, we got hyper.

But then I swung my arms around. Why did I have to turn around?! Oh why…

I turned around with my arms still wiggling below my head. On the turn my wiggling hand found its place on my brother’s eye. The poke pommeled him so hard that he went sprawling on to my bed. When Ian fell, his glasses went with him then *snap* – I didn’t actually hear a *snap* sound, but I’m sure there was, so… just imagine.

Ian recovered and took his place again on his seat and realized his glasses were gone. We found and picked up the broken pieces and fixed it back together. The hanger snapped off but was easily replaceable onto the hinges but it fell off a few times.

As expected he got angry and we argued for awhile. I kept telling him it was an accident which he believed so but still justified the fact that his glasses are now crappy whether it were an accident or not it’s still crappy. It’s my third time already obliterating the same glasses and the first two breaks were major just like this one. Since it happened yesterday and Dad doesn’t know about it yet, I pray that it still may be saved.

Three times! Would you believe that?! The worst fact is that I did it all unintentionally. Either Ian’s glasses don’t like me or I’m really that unlucky. Mom’s now mad at me for being so careless even though it was a complete mistake. I’m not sure what Dad would say but I’m sure he’d say even worse. What really makes me guilty though is that, why should it always be my brother? I mean, I usually get the “cool” stuff and when he has his own why the flagnog does it have to all end up in pieces?! I feel so unworthy with what I have because of it.

I’ve promised myself after yesterday that when I get my own job and make my own money, I’d buy him the most indestructible glasses ever in the world! May it fall from the tallest building or get smashed on by an elephant – never shall it break, nothing would.

Never shall it break! End.

Here’s the song that started all of it! It’s great!