Reappearance and Disappearance of a Brother

It was early in the morning on a Friday two weeks past. A doorbell rings, echoing the entire household. No one expected an early guest to come here. Moreover, no one expected someone to come here early at this hour with the need to ring the doorbell. As my grandfather opened the door, he was surprised with what he saw. Behind the door, was none other than my brother, who had previously told us he was going to return at an earlier date, but never showed up. Most likely to figure out what was going on, my mother ran downstairs from her slumber and was also surprised that my brother returned. Indeed, I, too, was awoken from the rung doorbell and the sound of my brother’s voice as he conversed with my mother and grandfather. In all honesty, for me, he chose the wrong time to return home, even if it was a surprise.

Halloween and the Aftermath of Hurricane Sandy

With Hurricane Sandy out of the way, it felt as though what appeared to be a strong hurricane was all but just a dream. I guess I can only say this due to the location I was at. Indeed, what was considered a “super storm” from the televised news was just very windy days outside with minor drizzle. I expected something major to happen to experience the power mother nature can bring, but I guess it would be more rational for me to say that I am thankful that it was not as bad as I would have imagined.

Confessions of an Inverted Shopaholic

To anyone out there who still visits this site or just happened to roam here by chance, I throw you this question: what kind of shopper are you? The type that spends a little here and there on a day-to-day basis, or the type that does not spend much at all until special occasions where they go on a buying spree. I guess there is such thing as both, possibly during the holidays, Black Friday, and the like.

First Day of School and Several Surprises

Today was my first day of college classes, and boy did several events that took place caught me off guard. One would think that is what is supposed to happen on one’s first returned day, but for me, there was something special about this day that surely caught me off guard.

Torrential Downpour and First Sign of Flooding

Boy, the rainstorm here in New York City was incredible. I have already experienced these kinds of storms before but today in particular brought out something no storm has done before: flood my house.

Dreams and the Art of Levitation

In a majority of my dreams that I can recall, I seem to harness the ability to levitate, or floating in the air. This is coupled with my ability to fall at any height with an everlasting amount of airtime before falling perfectly on my feet without breaking any part of my body. Now, two things can happen. Either I secretly love to fly and want to fly a plane or be at the Air Force, or in my past life/if I were born in another world where such things are possible, this would have been my ability.

Another Barbecue and a Day with More Friends

For a good two weeks, my friends and I were deciding on what to do as out next “Stuylish” meet-up. Since all of us are in college with a majority of them graduated college already or will be graduating next year, it would be much harder for us to meet up and talk now that everyone has grown up and ill become a part of society sooner or later. More so, one of them will be heading to Georgetown University for grad-school to continue his chemical studies. With everyone else busy trying to figure out what to do in their lives, we try to find a date where all of us can hand out on. Interestingly enough, the fourth of August happened to be a good date for a number of us due to coincidental happenings. It just so happened that my family was planning on having a barbeque that day, which should have been lat week, but due to possible rain conditions, it was pushed back. So, it was back to another day of barbecuing at mt place, this time, with the air conditioner on due to the humidity. That was awful.

The Failures at the Driving Society

I am not putting myself behind the wheel ever again.

Farewell and Let Us Meet Again Next Summer

The “forever 17” syndrome hits me hard last week when my friends and I decided to hang out for probably one last time. The one last time was for a friend who was going to go to Virginia for college, and today is the day where he is supposed to be packing up and leaving for a plane there. Before that trip happens, we decided to have some fun and let ourselves loose that day. For me, it was memorable; rather, I believed it was.

Little Brother and Theory of Understanding

“I get it. I get it. I get it.” Sure, I know you get it, but sometimes, we say back to those people, “No, you don’t get it.” I think the real response or answer to those words is, “I know you get it, but you do not understand it.” That is the keyword here.