apat na araw na akong hindi lumalabas ng bahay. it's frustrating, due mostly to the fact na puwede naman akong lumabas kung gugustuhin ko. i feel like a prisoner of my own doing, bilanggo ng katamaran. haay... i have bed soars all over my body, nakakapagod din ang sobrang pahinga. maybe it's the right time to start exercising again.
i really don't want any of my friends or family to read my blog. It's not because I have something to hide but I feel like this is one part of me that I would rather have as "mine." I know it sounds weird given the fact that this blog is public and is open for anyone with internet connection but my blog serves as a haven where my thoughts are suppose to be exposed without inhibitions and I'm afraid that them knowing about this blog would subconsciously make me filter my writing. Do you have that feeling as well?
i'm finding it hard to complete my list of 21 things to do while i'm 21. I am stuck at number 17. Fudge! it shouldn't be this hard.. can i count "Finish this list" as number 17? will that be considered cheating?
when will moms get it that dinner is not the right time for sermon? sa dinami-dami ng reklamo at hinaing, ang naalala ko lang ay, "tumatanda na rin kayo, paano ka makaka-hanap ng girlfriend kung di ka lumalabas ng bahay?" huwaw... muntik na akong mabilaukan. sige po ma, masunurin naman akong anak eh. pahinging pang-date?! pinapa-migay na kami ni ate? bata pa naman ako ah!? may gatas pa ako sa labi...
ngek... alak na pala nasa labi namin. hehe.
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