My name is Rheden Noval Carlos. It wasn’t really that necessary to write down my full name but doing so could make my sentences appear longer. Anyways, I was born on the 11th day of February 1995. My mom has always been telling that I caused her so much pain when she was pregnant with me and I don’t still mind because that was a long, long time ago. She might as well add she could’ve died when she was giving birth to me. If you heard these from mom, you would always want to know her she puts her story to an end; like any other mom she’d simply close the conversation by saying that her children are the greatest gift sent by God. My mom also believes that children are like angels in disguised. You might’ve wondered if I really look like one. Well, to put your mind at rest, I do. Kidding aside, I am the eldest among two: Their names are Breanna Mae and next to her is the cussed, still my favorite sib, John Patrick. My mother is currently employed at the NCCC Mall Palawan as one of the supervisors there and to be more specific, she manages the furniture and school supplies section. While my father drives a public vehicle to support my mom. The funny thing about my father is that, cockfighting has been a part of his life. But we know he merely engaged to this kind of vice or sport I should say, because he earns money from it. There were times that my mom nags at my dad because he doesn’t completely want let go of these crappy chickens.

    When I was a kid people would ask what I wanted to be when I grew up and I always give the same answer – I wanted to become a lawyer but not until I’ve gone to high school where my dreams were vaguely formed with the help of my best friend whom also had become my girlfriend. Unfortunately we broke up because I thought our relationship did work out. That was the moment when I finally realized that my dream was formed all because of her. Needless to say that she’s with me throughout those dreams. She had made me go further than I ever thought I could reach in search of my true calling in life. She made me become the person I am today. She will always be special to me. There is only one wish would certainly pursue in behalf of my parents. I want to build them a house. It has been my mother’s wish for which my father has failed to provide. Of course we do have a shelter to live in but she wanted a house where she could brag about to her friends and relatives. I want to send my sibs to college. I want them to have a better life before I settle down.

    I hate math yet my course has relevance with logic and analysis. I suck at solving my own problems. Also, I get too easily annoyed sometimes. I hate people who think themselves as cool and superior. I even dislike people who smoke to think they are awesome. I hate lies but I’m a terrible liar sometimes. I hate being serious. I’d rather tell irrelevant matters and be frivolous because being serious can only be applied on serious situations. I may also tell jokes but my jokes are always half meant. I don’t give the slightest bit of idea about my problem. I just don’t want my emotions might be the reason to cry. Instead I usually keep them at the back of my mind and let time do its part. When I’m mad at the person, I won’t ever tell it to anybody. I’d seriously give him/her the silent-treatment and not to scare you there had been thousands of people who had become my victim. I just don’t want to add fuel to the fire. I ain’t that mean or anti-social guy though, it’s just me. I believe to the saying there are things better left unspoken.

    I love music. Music fills my undefined emptiness up. I love to hear songs from my favorite band, Maroon 5. They had always been my favorite rock band when I was younger. I love watching movies and make a review of them. I usually spend my spare time playing online games particularly Dragon Nest. Strange though it may seem but I’ve fallen in love with such beauty that does nowhere be found in many girls – it sounds so gay but a moon stole my heart. I just love the moment it comes out in a dark vast horizon.

    Honestly, I really don’t have an idea how to end this thing up. But I know I must have to stop. . .