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           Well, it’s David Cook versus David Archuleta tonight, and I just watched the show awhile ago.

          I could say that I like DC more than DA. because, for me, DC is a handsome man, all grown-up and matured. That’s what I’m exactly looking for a boyfriend. Haha. No, I think I like DC to win, because he’s older, and he has to hurry up in building his career in music because he’s running out of time, unlike Arch, who is just seventeen and still have many chances on the music scene.

          I have nothing personal against Arch, but I think he’s overly modest and irritatingly cute, which just makes him not cute anymore. He’s cheesy as Chikezie and people fail to notice his cheesiness because he looks good. But his singing style is annoying, you know. I hate ballads and I’m more into alternatives.

          Both David have what it takes to win this year’s title, but they don’t have the equal chance, because David A. has more fans than David C. Honestly, despite of my strong dislike of Arch, I still believe that he’s gonna win consdering the fact that he has a huge population of voters and the judges’ feedbacks on his performances were great.

           In round one, DC was up first and he performed “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” while Arch performed “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me”. In the second round, DC was up again first, and he sang “Dream Big”, which is a brilliant piece for his awesome vocals while Arch sang “This Moment”, which is just a typical ballad wherein he used his putrid, old style of singing. As usual, he failed to impress me. On the third and final round, DC sang “The Word I Know” and Arch performed “Imagine”. Well, I think DC gave more surprises than Arch in the third round because I’ve already seen Arch singing “Imagine”. It’s just like an old piece to me, which is already memorized and mastered because he’s been doing that for a very long time. Just like my old piano piece that I play everyday, Fur Elise. Haha.

           But whoever wins, it’s fine with me.

           My brother is home. Thank goodness. Not.

          Well, I’m not that excited to see him again,  he’s a huge problem. It’s not that I don’t love him or what, but he’s the main source of 60 percent of my problems in life. You wanna know why? Because he’s a freakin’ hypocrite. He always tells me not to do this and that, but he’s the first person who do “this and that”, which he didn’t want me to do.

          And the first thing I hear this morning before I even wake up was my mom’s sermon. They’re talking loudly in the kitchen, and I heard my mom banging her fist in the table several times. I guessed that they’re talking about his education. You know, the issue that he can’t transfer school because he has back subjects. Argh. I can’t say anything, because I don’t wanna involve myself with their problem, but I realized that my future income will be involved, because I’ll be paying the tuition fees.

          My fratelli will be stuck in their old school, and they don’t want that. The original plan was to get them both transferred in a highschool near in our place. But the problem is, they couldn’t do it because they have to undergo remedial programs in this school they’re in.

          I got up and went straightly to the kitchen, just to find Carl and his shaved head. He looked like an African, I swear. I ate oatmeal with milk, and Carl just walked out of the kitchen while my mom was talking. I todl Ed to call him and I made them both sit down and the four of us talked. God, it’s really hard to be a first bron, especially when you’re a girl. This time, they’re obligated to listen to me because they need something from me. You know, I’ll pay for their tuition fees.

          We talked about the solution to their problems, and after that, mom left to work. And I was stuck here to clean up the house and cook for these lazy boys. It’s just like they don’t care about the house, and they don’t care about me.

           It’s just hard for me… It’s too hard for a nineteen year-old to bear…