And so...

My creative literary juices aren't flowing. I think everything got lodged in the fine arts section of my brain, where I bet a waterfall is happening right now. Even my math skills aren't up to par. Remember the drawings two posts ago? Everything I drew was actually 6, not 5. Stupidy-oopidy. And then there's the issue of mood swings. I've been pretty moody lately, so much so that it has actually penetrated my consciousness. I hate doing chores. Will not do it, will compromise, will complain, will wail, will make somebody else do it and then, will settle down comfortably and enjoy the ride. Sama ko no? I don't know how I do it, but I sort of manage to sneak around my chores... though I'm trying to do my part because I'm already feeling guilty. As long as I'm not sticky with sweat, I'm okay with it. Other than that, well... please let me have the fan. And oh, a nice cold glass of water too.

I wonder what's wrong with me. Just thinking out loud. I've been very irritable this week, starting with that hell-hole of a camp. Or maybe it's just because I had my period from the second day onwards. It's not exactly comfortable to be climbing up and rapelling down, while feeling the steady drip, with the knowledge that you don't have anything on. Didn't get my shorts bloody, thank goodness, though I did leave blood spots on the mat. Oops. Sorry EartHaven people.

I don't feel like talking about my camping trip, so I'll just leave it at that. As for today, it being mother's day, we went to see our lola. Our other cousins were there too, and it was quite fun, as we haven't seen them in quite a while. I played the piano for Lola. Kuya David and Kuya Patrick played the violin. I had to suck in my cheeks to keep myself from laughing at Kuya Patrick. The violin sounded like a moaning animal. The need for practice very obvious, Tita Baby immediately went about the task of making practice schedules for each of her kids. It went somewhat like this:

Kuya Patrick: violin 7am-8am
Kuya David: violin 8am-8:30
flute 8:30-9am
piano 9am-9:30

Horror and disbelief clouded Kuya David's face when he heard that. Poor guy. Teh heh. I'll be polishing up my piano skills for Tito Boy's arrival. And then maybe next summer, I can teach little kids as a summer job thing. All I have to do is do what Teacher did when I was just starting out. It seems easy, but I've been thinking it over, and it's actually a very daunting task. I'm not sure if parents would trust their kids to learn from a teenager, and a 16-year old at that. Oh well. Next summer panaman e. Plenty of time.