Sleepless in Butuan

Just when I thought that I could take the much-deserve eight-hour sleep when I'll get here, then I'm wrong again. It's worse than my callcenter job. It's already past 5:00 a.m. and I'm still wide awake. We haven't done cleaning the entire house, arranging all the interiors. Minutes from now, we have to go to the market. I still have to finalize the invitation list, do some more errands. The feast is still a day away but the chapel people will come to our house this evening.

I told you fiesta is peste! My right shoulder is damn aching. I'm sleepy.

By the by, I'm being frequently reprimanded. In a house where I'm the only guy, and the only tornado person (besides our youngest sister), I can't keep things in order. But I'm still enjoying things.

Freedom

I'm on a vacation leave for two weeks. I'm at my sister's laptop right now and keeps on complaining about the slow connection. I'm not really a proactive person and I've been reprimanded about that bad attitude more than 50 times on my 4th day here. But still, they can't do anything about it.

I just want to share how much I got more than mad with the people of PAL. For a change, our flight from Manila to Butuan wasn't delayed but their staff were testing how much of barbaric warriors we are. I could remember how my aunt pinched me as I was answering the counter back but didn't mind her at all. Being an egoistic person, I don't want people to reprimand me in public, especially if I'm not at fault, as I am not a small boy anymore nor am I in my elementary years. I should have asked for their supervisor but I was already so hungry at that time. Had that man gave me more reasons to boil my blood more than 100 degrees, I could have eaten him whole.

Anyway, we've arrived safely. My aunt is enjoying her stay and has so many itineraries in her mind. We're in a careful planning for the fiesta next week. As much as I wouldn't like to have that kind of party, I can't do anything but to cooperate. After all, it's the first time in our 15 years here that we're preparing for the feast. Honestly, I call fiesta as peste. I hate people, I hate entertaining people, I hate to prepare food, I hate to wash the dishes. I just hate it!

But then again, I'm home. Though I'm expecting some arguments with my mom regarding Ling-ling, being home is a lot different than being away from my family. As a children's song says, "Happiness is coming home again." I just miss my room, my dog, our very clean bathroom, our big TV. I don't miss our neigbors. Not at all. Someday I may realize to burn all their houses so that our house would be the only one standing in Villa Caridad.

We had some visitors coming and that included kids. Yes. KIDS! Kids who don't know how to behave properly. Kids who are noisy. Kids who are so hyperactive. But they can't make inarte when I'm around. Nobody could dare open my toy collection in our divider. My aunt and mom would just laugh at me whenever I would tell those kids to keep away from my toys by just looking at them. Hahaha!