MY SISTER ROCKS!

UNEDITED SAMPLE LITERARY ARTICLE
By Lito Largo Labor Jr.
IV - Albert Einstein


I turned on my Playstation 2 and tried to play my favorite game in the console, Tekken 5, but you prohibited me in doing so. I used your laptop without asking permission, you got mad at me. I always hate it when your studying. I couldn't do anything which might distract your concentration. Even so, you're my sister.

Mama keeps on telling me, when she gets all mushy or something, that before me and my sister couldn't be separated when we were kids. That we were the best of friends. That one would cry without the other. That one wouldn't be able to sleep without the other one by his or her side. Of course, I remember those. I remember the times when we we're playing with cottons and pillows and anything under the sun. Even in bed, we would still play unless Papa tolds us to sleep.

Its still very clear in my mind. The memories of me and you. Before, there was like a campaign against dengue and such. So, they like "smoked" the whole barangay. I don't know for what purpose is the smoke. We were in the terrace then, playing. Suddenly, your slippers fell into the garden. We went down to fetch it back. In an unexpected turn of events, your slippers were near our dog, "Brownie". Brownie was like crazy, maybe he got high due to the smoke. Barking and growling and all. But you showed no fear. While I, the scaredy cat that I am, tremble in fear. You reached for your slippers. I cried because I know you'll get harmed. Then Brownie, the mad dog, bit you. Your lips were bleeding like hell, at least it was in my point of view. I was crying like there was no tomorrow. I was like the one who suffered the pain. I was crying "Ateeee. Huhuhu. Sniffs". In fear that I might not be able to see you again, I cried. You were just wiping the blood from the wound in your lips. Showing no pain or whatsoever. You were tougher than me. I admire you.

When our parents bought us the Playstation 2, we played together for it have two controllers. You're always way better in Crash Nitro Kart. I can't even beat you in NBA LIVE 2004. The truth hurts, still I accepted it. I'm always way out of your league. You excel in academics. You won when you fought in the National Quiz Bee, while I didn't won when it was my turn to fight. Its like your a god and I am not. Yep, I know, its a lyrics.

Living with you, we, too, encountered quarrels. Quarrels which started from dumb causes. From the playstation. From the computer. From the printer. Or simply from the noise I make. You were a cruel warrior. You're violent and brutal. You start using brute force whenever your temptation fades. You start to hurt me when things get out of hands. Still, I didn't fought back. I know its my mistake, and I know its wrong for a boy to hit a girl or else he would be called "bakla". The main reason is, your my sister and as much as possible, I will not hurt you "physically"... okay, include emotionally.

Years passed, weathers changed, of course, we got older. We stopped playing with each other. We stopped the tasteless fights. People do change as time pass. You're in college now, while I'm still a fourth year high school student. You have such hectic schedules. You have no time to rest due to the fact that your midterm is coming near. I don't know how you do it, but I got one thing to say, your a hardcore student. You study alot that you have no time to sleep. You were always like that even before, maybe thats the reason why I'm always out of your league. It's like your putting 200% effort into everything that you do.

I admire you, even though you call me "shit head", "fart face", or whatsoever. I simply admire you even though you keep on telling me "Fuck off, bitch!" in a naughty way. Maybe its just a way for us to say, "Hey. Wanna play?". Childhood is way behind us, I know that. Still, you rocked my world. Hope that we'll keep in touch even though we're adults. You rock, big sis!