This morning I got up at 6 to watch my little sisters' swimming competition held at their school. It was funny 'cause for the 1st time, it wasn't me the family was out to watch for but my sisters & instead of my sisters bugging the hell out of me, getting rid of my nervousness about my game in the process, it was the other way around -well, minus the bugging part; more like PEP TALK. The events started & man I have never seen my sisters swim so well. My 6 year-old sister, a.k.a. "Mini-me", inspite her size (since she's really, really tiny) & her lack of practice on some of the strokes, inspite her not winning 1st & placing last in most of her events, I was really proud of her 'cause she really pushed herself to finish the race & not just stop in the middle & cry like a baby (which is very likely of her since she IS after all the baby of the family, thus, she is the most spoiled of us all sibs xD). But what really caused tears to well up my eyes was my 9 tear-old sister. Four events & she won 2nd in one event & won 1st in the rest of them. Three ribbons & a silver medal. I've never felt so proud of her; and to think that 6 years ago, she wouldn't dare touch the water 'cause she was scared & now look at her: She's one of the best swimmers of her batch! Watching her last event, I was anxious 'cause I really, really wanted her to win & beat the crap out of all the other kids. As I watched her swim towards the finish & saw that she was leading by a mile (just exaggerating), I was close to tears already. I wanted to cry 'cause I was just so proud of her.

I love my sisters to death & I really praise them for the efforts they have given in this competition. Never in my life have I felt such joy like this: watching your sisters compete & push themselves to their limits to show the world what they've got & prove that they are indeed great athletes. I praise my youngest sister for not giving up & pushing herself to finish her events & most of all, I praise my younger sister (the 9 year old one) for pushing herself, for her determination to win, for her efforts & of course for her victories in this competition. I am indeed proud to be the big sister of these two kids, despite the fact that they bug me to death. ^_^

It's been more than 2 months since I moved out of my biological father's "lair" & into my mother & stepfather's home & never in my life have I been so happy! Living here with my mother has been the best experience ever. I've never felt so much love & understanding from my stepfather whom, I now consider as my DAD. It's pure bliss knowing that he & his side of the family ACTUALLY accept me as one of them; as if I came from the same blood line. The down side of this "moving away" thing though is the fact that each & every single time I pay a visit or call my biological dad's "lair", my grandmother would look at me like she's a little girl who's finally found her long lost Barbie doll; then she would hug me & cry. Then comes my father who just never stopped yacking about things he believes I must do (w/c btw, is always 75% crazy & wrong).

I received a phone call this morning from my grandmother telling me that I still have things to get from their place then suddenly my father was brought up. She told me how he found out that I consider my stepdad as my actual dad & that I call him "dad" & how mush my biological father despises this fact. Ok, so he's hurt.. He misses me. They all miss me but hey, it's not my fault I just had to get away from all the craziness they have there, especially my father. It's his fault his wives left him; it's his fault why his only daughter, his only flesh & blood left him. If he wasn't so selfish & obsessed with money, if he knew how to handle things properly & if only his brain wasn't 85% disfunctional, we all would've been with him still. I hate him for being who he is. He always thinks he's superior among all others. He blames everyone else for his downfalls & failures when in fact it was also he himself to blame for allowing the world to crumble down on him & "ruin" his life. Like any other human being, he wants others to love him but then, like some mentally disfunctional person, he wants people to FEAR him as well. I mean who does he think he is? God? If only he wasn't so narrow-minded & stubborn, all these things would never have happened & he never would've had to go through all these things.

I watched the movie "Just Friends" a few days ago & that movie has struck me big time. I know, it's a romantic comedy, the only genre I love to watch, a chic flick as well & it's not some dramatic romance movie like "The Notebook" or "A Walk To Remember" but this movie has seriously got me stunned. I couldn't help but shed ef-fing tears during the movie especially at the end.

After that, I couldn't help but think about how the story of that movie applies to me. I couldn't help but reflect on what has been going on with me & my bestfriend (Oh lord, like he'll be able to read this. He wouldn't even visit this even if it's the last page existing in the World Wide Web!) Things like how he actually remembers what I wore to his Soph Night; how instead of asking his crush (who likes him back at that time) to his Soph Night, he asks ME to go with him. How he would actually text 3 in the morning & tell me to wake up or I'll be late for my flight to Boracay, & have fun there; how in the hell in some reason I cannot figure out the slightest bit he would go all the way to where I live (it's about an hour's drive from his place to mine), well.. with his brothers of course, to well meet up with me & hang-out. I couldn't help but get bothered by what he said to me once.. "When I broke up with [insert name of girlfriend], I was thinking of you."; and looking back, I couldn't even remember how we became "bestfriends".

Just one day we were hanging out, the next thing I knew he was introducing me to his friends as his "bestfriend". For a while I was still unsure of what he said; I was confused but eventually things have gotten well, quite clear in an unusual way. We're bestfriends & I love him so much! ^_^