I am Mc Danielle Lleno, the eldest among the children of
Danny Lleno and Nora Lleno. I got seventeen years of existence in this world a
few weeks ago, specifically last January 24, and I celebrated it with so much
fun and sneers. I do not know how to start this simple “about me” composition
but let me do this way, just like telling an invisible person of who I am, what
makes me as me, and who is me in front and behind the camera.
Well, let me start it inside our home. My siblings called me
“Kuya Mc” except to my younger brother who is next to me and my sister (the
oldest among my three sisters) who just
used my name when calling me. I do not have problem with it except when they
are doing it to other elders. I scold them not to be a rude person and act like
they are not educative people. On the other hand, with my relationship to my
parents, I am not that attached to them but still, my love and respect is
always there.
Way back when I was in the first year of my elementary life,
the normal routine that I got used to until I reached second grade was like
this: our maid will accompany me to go to school, drop me down there and leave
me so that she could go back to our house in Caloocan. After class, I will wait
for my service and he will drop me down in front of our old house. I am the
only one who is staying there up until night. I will not notice myself falling
asleep and when my father is already there, he will just pick me up and bring
me back home. In the next day, I will scratch my eyes, fight the urge of going
back to my bed and go to school again with our maid bringing me there. Because
of that, I learn how to become an independent boy from them that I do not
usually ask them for help and do not disturb them when I want to ask something.
Both positive and negative effects, though. Positive, because they always let
me to join different activities that is out of their sight. They are not that
worried about me since they know that I can handle myself, not like how they
think about my younger brother who is the opposite of me when it comes to being
independent. On the other way around, it moves me away from them that I do not
feel the mood of having parents at your side, to whom I can tell my silly
problems and jokes, to whom I can laugh and cry at, and who I can hug and kiss in
cheeks if I want. And, I know that it is one of my flaws, I am not close with
my parents and sometimes, we do not get along with each other.
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But through times, I get used to it until I understand a lot
of things. My parents are so busy because they love me and my siblings. They
want to secure a bright future for us that they even sacrifice their own
leisure and entertainment time to work and work and work. Also, I get used to
when my father always scold me if did something wrong at his sight. I realize
that it is for my best. That is the reason why every time my younger siblings
are being scolded by my parents, I usually tell them to listen to what they say
and everything they are reprimanding of are for their good welfare.
Anyways, I love our long-time maid that I call her nanay and she is like my grandmother. She
is as kind as my mother and as particular when it comes to cleanliness just
like my father. She is already working and staying with us since I was grade
five. Her silver curls that occupy most of her hair speak about her age and the
wrinkles at her forehead tell more about her tough experiences in the past. But
all of it are not noticeable because of her jolliness and clear smile. I
usually buy her some medicines for her high blood, healthy and pharmaceutical
beverages, and sometimes, I usually volunteer to get her blood pressure.
Oppositely, I hate it when she is describing the good things in me and comparing
it to my siblings especially to my younger and sole brother. My brother and I
are sharing rooms and what makes us opposite to each other is I am the type of
person that makes everything organized and clean while (he makes me furious
because) he: dropping his things wherever he want, getting up on bed without
cleaning it, throwing his dirty clothes everywhere in our room and placing a
lot of papers, scratches, and notebooks in my table even though he has his own
table.
I am an extremely novel bookworm addict, as the others agree
with me. I love reading books, surfing the net about something, doing some
science experiments, and collecting a lot of stuffs, remembrances, and
collections. Anyway, my favourite colours are green and blue that is why the
colour of my room is a mixture of green and blue. Also, I get angry to my younger
brother when we talk about colours since he also likes green that is why I
shift to blue sometimes. Every time my mother bought us a new set of slippers,
we are always fighting for the green one, but because I am the elder, I give up
abruptly and pick the blue one. My fight with my sisters usually happen when
they get books to my bookshelves and forget to return it on its exact place. Through
times, they always put a note to where they get the book they borrow so that
they will not forget on where they will return the book.
Outside my house, it is either in church or in school where
you can frequently see me. I am a part of the Ministry of Altar Servers in our
church (anyway, I am a Roman Catholic) and just this past months, I was
appointed to be the secretary of our ministry. I am the type of person who is not
talking when not needed but usually start the conversation when the silence
break my ears. They consider me as generous and thoughtful, like how my
classmates and best friends know me. The truth is, I am really an extravagant
guy when I have extra money. I buy a lot but I never do it just by my own
pleasure but for the others too. There was one secret thing I did to my
ministry during the summer. I was the one who paid (with another
partner-in-crime wealthy guy) for the entrance fees of my brothers (well, they
let me feel my dream of having an elder brothers) just to make a way so that
they can party with us and I asked our coordinator not to tell them about it.
It was indeed a secret but our coordinator suddenly blabbered it out during our
meeting. He mentioned it after lecturing us that receiving something is not bad
but we should do something in return even without telling it to do so. I felt
embarrassed after he discussed in the whole group about the good thing in me,
and about our secret. I hate hearing about those things.
Well, here is the hot issue. I am the type of guy who is
easy to feel alone. I hate being unaccompanied that is why I always include
myself to an association that can make me happy. The other reason why I joined
my ministry aside from my main reason serving in the altar of God is because I
see the joy and the feeling of brotherhood there. Happily, God gives me this
wonderful family of talented and awesome people. I also get easily annoy when
somebody do not appreciate the effort I give. I am too emotional, resentful,
and easily to get sad. I am coward for one thing- spiders. I hate it when
somebody compliments me too much. Most of the times, I act childishly. Sometimes,
it gets wrong because of my strong conviction.
Thanks to my best friends and those people who know what to
do when I am in those states- a litre of an ice cream, their presences and
comfort.
These are the informations that I can give you as much as I
want to tell everything about every single thread of my life. Well, this is the
story of my life, MY LIFE AT A GLANCE.
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