I received a letter from Chinee, someone unfamiliar to me.

The letter says:

        CINDY,          

               Hi Cindy, that wasn’t supposed to be your name...

the stamp at the envelope. I hope you’re familiar with that country. I don’t have
any intention to come in possession of coz you’re not mine…adoption was legal. I
just want a communication from the both of us!

                i would like to inform you that mom died 8 months

me two months after mom got buried and I’m already engage now with my boy.

               It’s up to you if you’re going to believe me or not.

I enclosed a picture of us… got to finish this---I miss yah sis! Write me back soon…

                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                      Chinee

this is me(d little one)..all I can say is this is weird!

It was a very tiring day for me. We shopped all day! I don’t really want to but I needed to help them to carry those things we shopped. They’re going to use those in the Philippines. When we came home, Clayton wasn’t there! He didn’t stay at home. Instead, he strolled at the village with his co-thugs!harhar…

Mom and dad were packing their things when Clayton arrived! He was very panic-stricken, I dunno why… he went straight to the basement and made a phone call. I was very curious that time that’s why I followed him… I heard him yielding at his cell phone after that he walked back but I looked at the other direction that’s why I didn’t saw him coming * he caught me*

            Clayton: what are you doing here?

He asked me but he seems like daydreaming, his mind wasn’t focused on me. he gave me a blank look.

            Me: looking for our cat?!

            Clayton: do we have a cat?

He replied with an annoyed face and a smile on his lips…i showed him my sweetest smile and ran-away!!!!

The clock alarmed at 2am and still sleepy… I freshen up myself to get awake. I juz wore a simple pants, shirt and jacket while my bro wore pants, jacket, shirt, eyeglasses and cap for they not to recognize him coz he’s avoided to go to a crowds except for other matters.

I saw Clayton and daddy talking at the corridor and then dad left. His face turned red. I asked why and he blurted out!!! Before we go to the airport, I sat beside Clayton and rested my head on his shoulder and slept all the way…ZZZZzzzzzzz

I woke up at 9:30am and they’re not around. They left already. Mom and dad go to the embassy coz they’ll be out of the country for two weeks because of their business…business…business…business...always business!!! They don’t even have much time for me and my bro Clayton-Clayton Snyder is my brother…quite sometimes I can’t believe that we have a connection.  Impossible, Implausible, Unbelievable! and sometimes no one believes me that he’s my bro coz we don’t have any similarities…not even our attitudes,I’m kinder that him(whoa) and sometimes I hate him when were teasing each other he always calls me “spoiled brat” but he hates me more when I’m calling him “psychotic potato”. He is such a couch potato!!! That’s why I always call him that way. 

I thought my heads going to explode lately. Very early in the morning my mom and dad argued, I think it’s about their business but I don’t know how come…they are both indiscriminate! There’s nothing I can do about that so I didn’t dare to open the big mouth of mine! I went back to my room and tried to write a poem but I don’t have any idea. Later on, I heard my mom crying and I felt very uncomfortable, I don’t know why…but now they were alright and everything seems fine…

Hella…I juz finished my layout! At last, no one helped me to make this site* gud 4 me!!! ol of d visitors can read my journal n make comments… don’t 4get to tag so that I can visit your site too.tnx =p