Summer Plans and Random Inklings

It is officially summer break for me. I’m making a list of things to do to fill my days for the next two months of life. 

I’m thinking, now that I’ve decided not to work, I might as well enjoy this long-awaited break from all the cantankerous goings-on in the city. I’m probably going to spend my morning in our store, rummaging things, and vending toys, beverages and biscuits to passers-by.

Not really self-empowering but it feeds.

One more reason to spend the entire summer in this quaint little towncity is my little brother. Who’s going to take care of him when our parents are gone to Manila? No doubt, of course, I will.

Unlimited time and messing around with lil Bro!

 
I’m not complaining. I love baby-sitting. And I love my brother. He’s precious.

My bestfriend Rey is coming home next week. He's gonna stay for a short while, maybe just a few days. I hope he's fine right now. He just had his heart broken. When he gets back, we'll surely go somewhere interesting. However, Jay's having a summer class so he won't be able to come. Pre-med is just downright cruel to bestfriends.

I will also try to read and catch up with my reading challenge. I’m so behind schedule. I have books shelved for a very long time now, and they need flipping. My junk food is going to spoil if I do otherwise.

My grandfather’s not getting any better. But his cancer changed him. He now attends masses. That's a great leap for him because for the past 30 years of his life, he has never been one kilometer away from their house. His cancer denies him to speak, so he writes everything, every little thing. He writes what he feels, may it be pain or worse, grief. He’s a writer now. He’s starting to shun Kurt Vonnegut, at least for me. By the way, his doctor told us that he’s got only six months if he won't undergo cobalt therapy. So he's undergoing one tomorrow. God bless him. He's strong. He's always trying to accomplish great things. I know he can do it.

I'm on hiatus so it'll be a rare opportunity for me to post. It is a truth I personally acknowledge that if I write on my journal more, I blog less often. But whichever I prefer, sure thing is I'll write. Even if my thoughts are almost gone with the wind or dry like fish preserves.

One more thing to be thankful for is my silver medal for getting good grades, my service award for being a student writer and my special citations. I woudn't have done it without my family, mentors and friends - my source of inspiration plus God that never gives up to my endless ranting.