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It’s past two a.m. now. I’m still widely awake. Sleep is eluding me. It’s maybe because I overslept this morning, and I slept again later in the afternoon. We didn’t go to mass yesterday, Saturday, like the usual thing we do. We changed our mass day to Sunday, right after our work.

For lack of better title to place for this post, I spotted the words “playful tickle” that were written on Johnson’s Baby Cologne (in front of me). I thought that maybe I could write a coherent entry out of it. My thoughts about my two brothers right now give me a tickle. So here goes.

I’ve been meaning to write about my younger brothers. First is brother #2 who recently had his JS Prom. He told me that he was the partner of his crush during the prom. I have no idea whether or not they have mutual understanding. But based on the text messages that I previously saw from his mobile phone while I was still in the Philippines, they exchanged sweet notes/love notes every now and then. Hmm. Still young to be pretty much in love?#% I told brother#2 not to have a girlfriend until he reaches college. Bitchy sister! He he.

I previously mentioned in this blog that I have a friendster account which I use to connect with my two brothers. In brother#2’s friendster account, I saw in a comment thread (he wrote in his friend’s page) that made me nosy. It was his answer to the question “how was the JS?” Being an older sister, I got intrigued to know what’s his thought regarding the girl (his JS partner), and the JS prom itself. His answer went like this: “Bitin nga ako eh. Sandali lang yung tugtog.” LOL. I couldn’t help but laughed at that instant. Oh my. Brother#2’s really a grown-up now. I wish though that he wouldn’t rush things and have a girlfriend at this time. Am I sort of protective? Nah. I think I just wanted him to focus first on his studies. It’s OK to have an inspiration, I told him.

About brother#1, we have been chatting about love versus infatuation. I’m really glad that brother#1 is so open when it comes to matters of his heart. He tells us about his love and anything that he feels. He asks me of questions about girls and their reactions whether it was normal or not. I do appreciate it with him. And being an older sister, I cheered for him for finding the girl to love…Kudos, bro.

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I remember when I was in my teens, I had to hide from my parents (in particular, my father) that I already had a BF then. LOL! Only my mother knew about my first BF. But it was my father who first knew when I had my first heartache. LOL! I remember what my father told me to console me “bi, it’s OK. I know that you’d find the man who’s really meant for you”. My father seldom disapproved about my suitors when I was still single. But I had this suitor that he really didn’t like. I didn’t know what to do then because he didn’t talk with that suitor when the latter visited me at home. Later did I realize why he disapproved of that guy. He wasn’t the best for me. Woot. Parents know best, really. In my case, father knows best. My mother didn’t meddle with my heart’s affair. When I was still single a couple of years back, she just listened to my endless stories, rants and all.

Our parents have never been so strict to us when it comes to matters of the hearts. Maybe that explains why my siblings and I were/are the ones controlling about our actions. We are closely knitted that’s why we share almost any single detail about our lovelife, and others about one’s life escapades.

It’s past three a.m. now. There are more thoughts tickling my little head about this topic on matters of the heart. To be continued…

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