My Sister and Her Not Exactly Twerking Habit

Dedicated to the one and only Kiwi that I can tolerate in my life...

Despite knowing my sister for fifteen years, I never fully understood why she wiggles her butt before sleeping. She would always lie face flat on the bed and shake her behind left to right and I would always tell her to stop because it's disturbing. She'd always reason out that that simple movement calmed her and would continue. Of course, I'd always concede to her point without further questioning (either because I didn't want to start a fight or because I'm too lazy to do any major reprimanding.) We're already very close and a little butt-wiggling couldn't and wouldn't change that.

My current relationship with my sister, Patricia was totally different from when we were kids. Unlike now that I was actually bother by her little quirks, I used to be never bothered by her existence at all. Then, she was just a figure in the house that I knew so little about.

Back in the day, she just struck me as a really energetic child that could never be tied to one place. She often stayed in the streets or at our neighbor's house to play with anyone or anything she could find.

Particia = energy + outside. End of story.

But as we grew up, I learned to understand the different facets of her energy. We became friends instead of just 'filially'-affiliated people and that allowed me to take a deeper look.

I saw that she spent most of her time making other people laugh. My sister would crack nonsense jokes and showcase weird facial expressions during any time of the day.She can be a book of sassy retorts in herself. For her, being funny isn't just something she does during her spare time. Being funny is being her person.

Also, she dedicates her qui to expressing emotions. Patricia wouldn't let her feelings stay contained. She doesn't realize it but she values exposing her vulnerability because, in a way, that allows her to share her true identity. She usually does that by writing, hugging or going to a corner to bawl her eyes out. For really intense situations, she would go from dancing to reciting a dramatic monologue.

Finally, as our relationship deepened, I saw a side of my sister that most people overlooked. Sure, she's very bubbly but that's all they could deduce from her aura. They don't realize that the warmth they feel around her is anchored in something greater.

My sister is very passionate. And I don't mean passionate as in OMG-I-love-One-Direction kind of passionate (though she is a fan of that band). She's passionate because she sincerely takes an extra mile to help other people.

There were several instances that she had to shoulder my responsibilities (embarrassing as it is to admit) and whenever I would tell her that I'd pay her back, she would decline. She'd tell me that she loves me and that she believes that loving someone isn't a business transaction. You don't have to pay for anything because in the first place, what you do and what they do for you isn't accounted for. I would still try to return the favor though because she taught me how to love selflessly.

It took me a while to decipher my sister's "hyper activeness" and it might take a while for me to understand her weird butt-shaking habit. Still, I won't get tired of trying. For now, I'll leave it as the last facet of her energy: the excess that she has to release before slipping away to a part of her that only she could know.

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I wrote this as an assignment for one of my summer classes. We were tasked to write a feature article. Originally, I was going to go with PJ series but I didn't have any sleep before this and I needed a quick write. My sister was beside me so... yeah.

Fictional news story: "Frost: Man of the Decade"

Jack Frost won the Best Male Animated Character of the Decade award by the Fictional Academy at Yoodel Hotel, Arendelle, Sept 28.

The actor starred in the film "Rise of the Guardians" in 2012.

He also won the Crowd Favorite award under the same movie.

Frost, along with Flynn Rider and Dick Grayson were nominated through an online voting database.

When asked if he had preparations before acting, Frost said that he had none.

"I just go with the flow and enjoy my job," the actor said.

The Fictional Artist Academy is an awar-giving body dedicated to recognizing talents of all types of fictional characters (www.fca.com).

When my Prof asked me to share a significant writing experience...

As a young girl, I didn't speak a lot. I appreciated silence and I understood that there are things that shouldn't be said. I was also immersed in my world where I learned to handle my thoughts rather than to bother anyone else with them. Besides, I preferred listening.

To someone like me, it was hard to open up to those even closest to me about how I really felt. But when things got intense, I needed to get them out though I couldn't say it. I couldn't shout and I didn't want to hurt anyone.

So I wrote.

One day, when I was about eight, I left a letter for my Dad to find. There, I begged him to stop smoking. He wasn't getting any younger and I saw how easily exhausted he was. To little Pollen, the thought of losing a father hurt so much and writing that letter made her feel that it would change everything for him.

I didn't receive a reaction from him the next day but I knew that he read it since the letter disappeared from the table.

That evening, my mom approached me, telling me that dad showed her the letter. She told me how proud she was of me for writing it and how she'll keep the letter in her novena booklet.

Sure, my dad didn't stop then and there but I'd like to think my letter made a difference.
You see, writing literally is my voice. It was, then, the only way I could give anyone a peep of what's inside. And now, though I've learned to break out of my shell, the things I write still represent deeper truths about myself.

Summer Classes: A Recap

It's been over for a while but I couldn't breathe a sigh of relief until I got my grades earlier today. I guess, that was the closure that I was looking for. 

It's finally over. Ta-ta.

It's my first time to take summer classes and initially, I thought I couldn't adjust. It was going way too fast and the things we had to do (almost) never run out. The heat was also a dragging factor and so was the idea that other people were partying while we were in school.
But now that I think of it, I think going to miss focusing on only two subjects for hours. Also, those two subjects have changed me tremendously so of course, I'd keep on remembering some summer-related moments.

For this semester (?), I took Writing for Print and Writing for Broadcast subjects. Both were challenging and despite my love for writing, I got confused at times. 

Wriprin: I'll be honest. I felt a little too comfortable at first since I practiced most of our lessons as a campus journalist. But unexpectedly, this subject taught me so much. 1) I gave me a purpose in writing. 2) It helped me with my  identity as a journalist. 3) It inspired me to write and write and write. 4) It showed me how to improve (and continue to improve) my writing. 5) It made me grow as a person. 6) It pushed me to try lay-outing. 7) It made me comfortable with working in a group and fully-trusting every member. 8) It made me fall in love with words, over and over again. 9) It taught me to trust my decisions and to continue improving so that I could earn the trust I gave myself. 

I love this subject so much (if it wasn't obvious already).

Wribrod: Right from the start, I knew that I'd struggle with this subject because I had zero information about broadcasting. I wasn't fond of watching new shows too. Also, writing for print is completely different from writing for broadcasts so I had to shift from the style I knew to this foreign technique and that (sometimes) threw me off. But, despite everything, I made it! I learned 1) how to speak like a broadcaster 2) how to loosen my writing style 3) how to adapt to different situations 4) how to act confident despite all odds.
Overall, summer classes weren't that of a bummer. I'll always have the experiences that I had and I won't trade those for anything.

P.S. I wrote a bunch of stuff for class and I'd probably share them here.