my brother

I am the second of three children. We are three boys. The elder is 19 at this time, I'm almost 18, and the youngest is almost 9.


My elder brother is not like the men of his age. He has a severe case of autism. He can't speak a word clearly. He has trouble in communication skills even if he's been studying in SPED classes since he was 6. But what is amazing about him is he "understands" certain commands. He can bring you a glass of water if you make a drinking motion with your hand. He can also bring spoons, forks, just as long you say the name of the object.

My younger brother is obsessed with basketball. Man, if we were able to watch all NBA and PBA games, he'll beat an analyst or a statistician (okay, I guess I'm exaggerating) in the names, points, and the like. My father had many Tower Sports magazines when my brother was about 5. And my brother read them. And yeah. It is noisy in our house because he's always jumping , dribbling the ball while being the commentator!





Me? EH? I am a normal citizen

Standing up

Never argue LOGICALLY with your parents, they will hit you.

Kanina,
Ma: Itype mo nga to, kailangan ng Papa mo. *gives me a paper with a list of names*

Ako: Okay, itatype lang ba?

Ma: Oo

*after a few seconds, I finished typing it in MS WORD*
Ako: Okay tapos na. Tignan mo nga kung tama to.

Pa: Pwede na siguro yan.

Ma: Patingin nga.
*sabay punta sa labas at sinabing*
Lagyan mo na lang ng space sa tabi ng mga pangalan.
(Nakaganun na ung ginawa ko, pero parang hindi niya napansin, sinabi lang niya, para kunwari may mali ako)

Ako: Tignan mo kasi, mayroon na ngang spaces oh!
*medyo malakas boses ko, kasi na sa labas siya habang sinabi niya yun*

Ma: DAPAT KASI GINAWA MO SA EXCEL!

Ako: Wala ka namang sinabi na itype sa Excel, sabi mo lang itype. (At nung tinype ko sa Word, nakita niya naman, tapos di niya sinabi na dapat sa Excel)

Ma: Dapat kasi nagtatanong ka kung saan gagawin.

Ako: Naku naman, nakita mo na nga na ginawa ko sa Word tapos di mo sinabi na sa Excel dapat! (medyo badtrip na ako)

Ma: Wag ka nga sumagot! Dapat nga kasi nagtanong ka kung anung gagawin!

Ako: Nagtanong naman ako, di mo naman sinabi sa akin

Pa: *lalapit sabay itutulak ako*

Ma: Wala kang natutulong dito sa amin, wala kang kwenta!

(tangina, that escalated quickly, sila na mali, ako na gumawa, ako pa walang kwenta, ganun? porke pinapakain nila ako at nakatira sa bahay nila? at parang wala akong ginagawa sa buhay ko? tangina this)

DAFUQ IS WRONG WITH THEM, nakita na nila, di pa sinabi yung mali mo dahil di ka nagtanong , eh nagtanong ka na nga, tapos pag sinabi mong nagtanong ka na, sasaktan ka pa. Wag daw sasagot tapos nagtatanong sila, FUCK THIS SHIT.
DAFUQ, MAN. As if namang wala akong sinunod na utos nila sa buong buhay ko.. wtf

isa pa, pag may nagsabi ba sayo na magtype ng mga pangalan (at walang data at kung anu mang bullshit) gagawin mo ba agad sa Excel? Di ba unang iisipin mo sa Word di ba? 

 

 I hate my parents sometimes. Or maybe because of teenage angst. Heck, I'm nearly 18. 

But I will argue if I'm the right one. I'm not like the other teens who just shut up and accept the shit that their parents say. I don't care if they don't listen to me, I don't care if they hurt me, just as long I state my own side. STAND UP AND FIGHT! DON'T JUST SIT THERE AND SULK!