Man in the house

I find myself doing things to constantly annoy my sisters just because (but God knows that I’d kill for them too). I guess it’s really just brotherly instinct; To be overprotective and a pain in the ass at the same time. And I think they know it too since they let me get away with it most of the time. I guess I just like reminding them that I’m their younger brother despite me being more than a foot taller than all of them.

Because for as long as I can remember, my parents have always told me to look after my sisters even though they’re all older than me (by 9 years or more). And ever since, I’ve always taken that role seriously. Part of me knows that back then I simply liked being entrusted with a “grown up task”. Kids like it when parents do that; treating kids like a grown up. But now that I really am capable of protecting them, I take that role seriously. I act like their bodyguard/guardian whenever we go out. Heck, they usually ask me to go shopping with them just so they have a guy with them (and have someone to carry their bags). It’s not just boyfriends that suffer you know. But I don’t mind. They compensate me anyways with food (did I mention that I loved being the youngest? Free food!).

But that doesn’t stop me from acting out whenever I can. I just like annoying them for the heck of it.

Because being mature and immature at the right moments? It’s all in a day’s work.

P.S. As for my brother(s)? The usual guy stuff. Talk about diet, gym and all that. Yes you read that right. I still qualify for “guy stuff”.

Son, it’s time we talked about sports…again

Such a good read. Great humor and very entertaining.

I've become my parents

Ski jump fail

Hi folks. This post was originally published over 3 years ago when I’ve Become My Parents was still just a puppy and had about 18 subscribers. I was thinking about this post recently when my son actually agreed to go out on a tennis court with me and hit some balls. Granted, more balls went over the fence than the net, but he actually enjoyed himself. What’s the big deal, you ask? Well, read on. And when you’re done, I’d love to hear your thoughts about kids and sports, crazy sports parents, and wussy ones like me.

Son, it’s time we talked about sports

“Hey Dad, at the class picnic I was sitting there thinking everyone hated me and Danny came up to me and said I was ‘hard to hate’. Isn’t that a funny thing to say?”

The way you said that yesterday, son, totally caught me off guard. You said…

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Make fun of me

If you can joke about it, then it’s not that big of a deal anymore.

Being able to joke about something usually shows that “you’ve moved on” or something isn’t as “heavy” or serious as it was before. I can state it in many ways but all in all it’s just a good feeling to be laughing about something that used to be a burden on my chest.

It’s different for everyone, but for me, it’s about my sexuality. Thank God for the abundance of older sisters. You see, they don’t just make jokes, they mock me about it. They tease me and make fun of me most of the time. And… it… well, it just feels great. Weird? Not really. It proves how “normal” the situation is for them. I’m not getting any special treatment from them any more than when they thought I was straight. I’m not their “annoying gay brother”. I’m just their annoying brother who loves them for all their quirks and crazy mood swings (in spite of it).

I love them so much. Not just my sisters; All of them. They’re one of the best things I have in my life, asides from my friends and generous parents of course. Yes mom and dad. I love you too despite the contradicting posts here.

Do understand that when I post, it’s usually to rant or something like that. So I probably haven’t given my parents any justice and God knows that they’re great parents, just with their own stereotypical parent personalities. Like my mom once told me, “if your child hasn’t said ‘I hate you!’ to you, then you’re not doing your job right”. It’s paraphrased but you get the general idea.

Food for thought

Does anyone ever get that feeling when you finish eating but you know you have extra food and you feel “hungry” even though you’re not and you feel the need to eat everything?

It’s dangerous for me to have snacks. They never last…

I write when I’m bored

A friend of mine recently told me that I had a lot of posts for the month of January alone. I myself didn’t think I would be posting this much.

Well, I recently keep finding myself with a lot of free time at work. Add that with boredom and poof, you get an active blogger!

I’m bored…

Turning into a new leaf

No, the title isn’t a mistake. My dad isn’t just turning over a new leaf. I think he’s trying to change completely. I guess that’s what cancer does to you…

Some background for you; My dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer on January 2013. It was a hard year for everyone. My academics suffered quite a bit along with my social life. Actually, everything was affected by this. But let’s hold the waterworks because that’s not what this blog is about; We’ll save that for a different blog.

So, as I was saying, my dad started chemotherapy that year. The doctors suggested 8 sessions of chemotherapy and medications plus the necessary surgeries to remove the things they needed to remove. I make it sound simple huh? Well, as it turns out, it wasn’t too late for my dad. He was given 6 months to live but he managed to beat the odds. He’s a fighter all right. My mom too of course. But cancer isn’t a disease that gives up… at all. When the disease was caught, the cancer had already spread to his other organs. But despite that, after the 8 sessions, my dad was declared cancer free! Cool huh? But then the cancer came back and to my knowledge it was worse than before. The doctors had to order another set of chemotherapy sessions but this time more intensive and… well, just more. 12 sessions to be specific. That and more medication and surgeries. But guess what? My dad did it again! Cancer-free. But staying true to its nature, it’s back at the moment. And my dad will undergo chemotherapy once again this year.

So back to my post. What did I mean when my dad has changed? My dad’s suddenly friendlier and more accepting. Just recently he started offering kind gestures towards my ex when not less than a year ago he was basically denying the existence of said boyfriend. He was doing the same thing with regards to my sister’s boyfriend. Kinda makes me feel guilty for not telling my parents that I’ve broken up with my ex (redundant I know) months ago.

All in all, he’s… changed.

And that kind of scares me… It worries me.

P.S. I didn’t tell them I’m single again because if they found out they’d probably throw a party and go back to looking for wife-worthy candidates for me, which, they do all too often. (Even when I still had a boyfriend)

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