All About Me

-i lOve kids, nO wOnder GOd blessed me with a lOt of nieces and nephews...life tO me has never been this wOnderful till i was blessed with this angels, hopin' that I have One...

-i lOve cOlOr cOordinated stuff...i usually match my stuff from head tO tOe, Our curtains, sOfa sets, bedsheets and Other stuff...

-im addicted in wearing sleeveless, Often times this is One of the reason why 'pOgi' gets mad at me. lOlz

-im a music lOver...i find music uplifting...

-i can be a bestfriend Or can be the meanest enemy to peOple whOm I dOn't like (hate)! YOu can't predict hOw crazy i can get when im pissed. ThOugh, there are good points about me, I can be Overly sweet & caring toO at times..when it cOmes to my attitude tOwards one & all, its either I LIKE U or I HATE U..if i like sOmeOne, i let the persOn feel my lOve, cOncern, respect & lOyalty ( especially sa mahal kO)...my way of shOwing dat i treasure this persOn..if i hate U i make it obvious by simply giving you a cold shoulder...i don't try to be nice to people whom I don't care about i usually try to be transparent to other people that they can actually read right through me...

-im a cOntrL freak..a drama queen..im a temperamental persOn, i can be super nice but in a split second yOu will find me cruel...One minute im Ok the Other im not..wen im mad, IM MAD!

-sOmetimes i hate hOw life wOrks 4 me..i hate regrets...but I thank GOd for letting me knOw that "things happen for a reason"...There has tO be a reasOn, a purpOse. Huh, this is ME!..i am wat I am sO whatever it is dat I AM learn it, lOve it, live it.


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  • Sunday, October 03, 2004
    Story of Siblings



    ... take time to read, a really very good story!

    I cried for my brother 6 times.
    I was born in a secluded village of a mountain.
    Days by days my parents plowed the yellow dry soil
    with their backs facing the sky.

    I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than me.
    Once, to buy a handkerchief which all girls around me
    seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer.
    Father known about it right away.

    He made my younger brother and me kneeled against the
    wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand.

    "Who stole the money?" he asked.

    I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn't hear
    any of us admit, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to
    admit, you two should be beaten!"

    He lifted up the bamboo stick.

    Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and
    said," Dad, I was the one who did it!"

    The long stick smacked on my brother's back repeatedly.

    Father was so angry that he kept on whipped my brother
    until he lost his breath.

    After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded
    my brother, "You have learnt to steal from your own
    house now, what other embarrassing things you
    will do in the future?? You should be beaten to death!
    You shameless thief!"

    That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His body
    full of injuries, but he didn't shed a single tear.

    In the middle of the night, all of sudden I cried  out
    loudly.

    My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and
    said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has
    happened."

    I still hate myself for didn't have enough courage to
    admit what I had done.

    Years gone by, but the incident still looked like it
    just happened yesterday.

    I will never forget my brother's _expression when he
    protected me.

    That year, my brother was 8 years old; I was 11 years
    old.

    When my brother was in his last year of his lower
    secondary school, he was accepted in an upper
    secondary school in the central. At the same time, I
    was accepted into a province's university.

    That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking,
    packet by packet.

    I could hear him said, "Both our children have good
    results? Very good results?"

    Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the
    use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"

    At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front
    of father and said "Dad, I don't want to continue my
    study anymore, I have read enough books."

    Father swung his hand and slapped brother on his face.

    "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it
    means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will
    send you two to school until you both finish  your
    study!"

    And then, he started to knock on every house in the
    village to borrow money.

    I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my brother's
    swollen face, and said, "A boy has to continue his
    study; If not, he will not be able to leave this
    depths of poverty."

    Me, on the other hand, had decided not to further my
    study to university.

    Who knows on the next day, before dawn, my brother
    left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes
    and a few dry beans. He sneaked to the side of my bed
    and left a note on my pillow;
    "Sis, get into an university is not easy. I will go
    find a job and send money to you."

    I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried
    until I lost my voice.

    That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years
    old. With the money father borrowed from the whole
    village, and money my brother earned from carrying
    cement on his back at construction site, finally I
    managed to get to the third year of my study in the
    university.

    One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate
    came in and told me, "There's a villager wait for you
    outside!"


    Why is there a villager looking for me? I walked out,
    and saw my brother from afar. His whole body is dirty,
    covered by dust, cement and sands. I asked him, "Why
    don't you tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

    He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What
    will they think if they know that I am your brother?
    Don't they laugh at you?"

    I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept
    away dusts from my brother's body. And said with a
    lump in my throat, " I don't care of what people say!
    You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

    From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He
    wore it on me, and said, "I saw all the girls in town
    are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one."

    I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my
    brother into my arms and cried and cried.

    That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

    The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the broken
    window had been repaired. And it looked so clean inside
    the house.

    After, my boyfriend went home, I danced like a small
    girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you don't have to
    spend so many time cleaning the house!" But she said
    with a smile," It was your brother who went home early
    to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his
    hand? He was injured while replacing the window."
    I went into my brother's small bedroom. Looking at his
    thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle
    pricked in my heart.

    I put some ointment on his wound and bandaged it,
    "Does it hurt? " I asked him.

    "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when I was working in
    the construction site, stones falling on my feet all
    the time. Even that could not stop me from working
    and?"

    In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my
    back on him and tears rolling down my face.

    That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

    After I got married, I lived in the city. Lots of time
    my husband invited my parents to come and live with
    us, but they didn't want.

    They said, once they left the village,they didn't know
    what to do. My brother also didn't agree, he said,
    "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law.
    I will take care of mom and dad here."

    My husband became the director of his factory. We
    wanted my brother to get the job as the manager in the
    department of maintenance. But my brother rejected the
    offer. He insisted on starting to work as a reparation
    worker.

    One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder
    repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was
    sent to the hospital.

    My husband and I visited him. Looked at the white
    gypsum on his leg. I grumbled, "Why did you reject to
    be a manager? Manager will not do something dangerous
    like this. Look at you now, such a serious injury. Why
    you didn't want to listen to us?"

    With a serious _expression on his face, he defended on
    his decision, "Think of brother-in-law? He just became
    the director, and I almost uneducated. If I became the
    manager, what kind of rumors will fly around?"

    My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I
    said, "But you lack in education also because of me!"
    "Why talking about the past?" My brother held my hand.

    That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.
    My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer
    girl from the village.

    In his wedding reception, the master of ceremonies
    asked him, "Who is the one you respect and love the
    most?"

    Without thinking, he answered," My sister." He
    continued by telling a story I could not even
    remember.

    "When I was in primary school, the school was in
    different village. Everyday, my sister and I walked for
    2 hours to go school and go home. One day, I lost one
    of my pair of gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.
    She only wore one glove and walked for so far. When we
    got home, her hand was so trembled because of the
    weather that was so cold that she could not even
    hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as
    long as I live, I would take care of my sister and be
    good to her."

    Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their
    attentions to me.

    Words were so hard to come out from my mouth, "In my
    whole life, the one I would like to thank the most is
    my brother," and in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd,
    tears rolling down my face again.

    Love and care for the one you love every single days
    of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but
    to that someone, it may mean a lot.

    Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!

    Posted at 12:19 am by Nyko0418

     

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