My 11 year-old writing machine cousin

Jeeeeeeeez. Drove out just a while ago at around 2:20-ish. I accompanied Mom who dropped off Dorothy and Mahal (shortcut for Mama Hally) at CCS. They'll be leaving for Dorothy's journalism contest at Palawan and since their flight is via Iloilo, they had to come to school at 3 in the morning.

First thing that came up to my mind the minute I stepped outside of the house was, "I CAN USE A LITTLE BIT OF THIS COLDNESS DURING THE DAY, PLEASE." Srsly, it was friggin cold! Not to mention I was only wearing my PJ's, even though I looked cute in the most unique way, I still hope I didn't. Goosebumps all over, man! -_-" Note to self: At least wear a jacket next time!

Anyway...

I was happy to go with them because I was totally proud of my 11-year old cousin. Last time I checked, she was this little girl watching all sorts of educational program at the television with her very smart mom and walking encyclopedia dad and now look at her! Off to her very first National Schools Press Conference! When I was at her age, the closest I've ever been to Nationals is winning 4th place in RSPC. *feels ashamed* There's sooo much talent going on with her and I couldn't be more happier. Redundant. But I just wanna make a realass point here. When they went out of the car, I said "Make me proud! Oh wait, you already did!" and she said, "Yes! I don't have to do anything then!" and I'm like "Make me prouder" then she smiled. 

God bless, Dorothy! I know you'll surely win it. For us, and for your Papa.
Hi Papa Boy, I know you're around here somewhere! :D