Secrets of an addict

Let me tell you a skeleton in my closet. Swear you won’t get shocked, frightened or scared. Assure me you will empathize. Guarantee me you’ll still respect me.

Alright, drum roll please… I’m addicted to novels. I know you’re disappointed. You probably thought I’m going to drop a bomb just as loud as the one in Hiroshima.

I’m not really blurting out that I read books. Most people will be surprised, knowing that I do read, they’ll go, “Oh, really?” Yeah, really.

What do I mean of addict? Well, much like a druggie. I’m dependent on it. Before, I have stopped being a user because my sister hasn’t bought a new one for several months. That’s how hard it is in the past couple of years or so.

Still, that didn’t stop me from bringing back my fascination into reading. Currently, I’m leafing through the pages of Tuesdays with Morrie. I have read it for the nth time but I’m still reading it. That’s how much I love reading (see, I’ve said reading too much). In one sitting (well, more of a forty winks kind of thing), I dashed about more than half of it already. If I just didn’t use the computer now, it’s probably history.

Okay, I have another idiosyncrasy. Let’s do the drum roll again… I’m addicted to Coke. Nah, it’s not cocaine, Coke as in Coca-Cola.

Before, I gulp 12 oz. of soft drinks everyday. That was way back in high school. Now, I seldom pick up a bottle to slurp, once a week maybe. But that’s just it. My mom and my sisters told me that it’s bad for my health, but I don’t really see — even felt — that there’s any discomfort from drinking.

Well, I’m a changed man. It just counter-balanced my addiction.

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Tres Marias

Yeah, I have three sisters. All are older than me. All are celebrating their birthday on November.

Thanks to them as I’ve learned a lot from them. Thank God, I’m not really in touch with my feminine side, it’s just that they taught me some things I would never forget nor regret.

The eldest of them is already 23. She’s working as a Civil Engineer. We’re not really close. She likes anime; I’m not really into it. She’s old but she’s like a kid as she installs some games in our PC and downloads what else, anime.

She has a boyfriend for so many years, they were already together way back in highschool and they are still going strong. That’s the only thing I like from her.

The second to the eldest taught me to read. I mean, she influnced me to read novels. It’s something I really treasure. I wasn’t really into reading way back in highschool, thankfully before going into college; she gave me A walk to remember on a boring vacation day. Then boom, I was hooked into reading. Next book I read was Tuesdays with Morrie. I’m a sucker for that kind of story — it’s actually a true story. Both of those book made me cry. Why? Well, I can somewhat relate to some of the events that happened, like promising someone you’ll keep in touch but you never did. Some really just got me right on, exactly at the center, like a bullseye. It’s red in color too, just like my heart.

My third sister was the closest to me. Emphasis on was. Well, when we were in highschool we talk alot about school, lovelife, etc. now, not much. She was busy during her college days and now busier in her job.

I miss the times when we joke about everything. I miss teasing her with her ex, her nose, her voice — everything possible thing I could think of that could get her irate. I also remember cracking a joke about my ex, saying it’s her fault that’s why we broke up, which actually, is not the case.

There are a couple of Marias too in our house, my grandmother and my mother.

My lola is so young at heart. When I was born she’s already there at my side, keeping up with my tantrums when I was a kid, catching up with my teenage woes up to now. Thanks for that.

Mama is really someone I look up to. She’s a bit moody but we can manage. She’s too emotional. One time, she cried because of my mistake and I made sure after that, that it will never happen again. I looked at her eyes during our rosary time and she was almost crying, teary-eyed to be exact, and I felt sad. It seems that the burdens she faced before was something she couldn’t bear. I wished I knew the problem but we don’t really talk about any sensitive issues.

There’s also another Maria. But I have to keep it to myself.

Oh well. See you all in the house.

Happy 4th of July!

For my American online friends.

It’s 5th here in the Philippines and it’s my brother’s birthday. He’s celebrating his 18 years of existence — in school. Just kidding. Well, he really have classes today but we’ll probably have a blast later in the evening here in our house. Just a simple eating-together suffice the “blast”.

Sorry for the lack of update due to hectic schedule at school. We have our feasibility study this semester and it sucks currently because my friend and I were sent packing to join a new group since there’s a memo that says there’s only 8 members per group and we were 10. It’s all good, though. We just need to think of a new product or service. Too bad, I can’t think of anything right now.