Living independently isn't easy like ABC, although preschool was hell to memorize it. ^_^

I was sheltered all my life under the warmth love of my parents. Beside them is nonetheless my comfort zone. Although I'm surrounded with rules and restrictions, (that I may say not that harsh just right for a person given so much trust) I grew up with blissful childhood. Until my time came, time to face the world outside the wings of my parents and to heighten the level of difficulty, I have to face it alone…

Okay fine. I lied! It doesn't sound that scary as a matter of fact it isn't scary at all (emoticons lang). To tell you the truth, I was so excited, being on my own, no rules and having my allowance all by myself, who wouldn't be ecstatic?! Four years in college then I graduated (Thank God^_^). I decided to work, still away from home (it's just a 2 hour bus ride at most). Now I'm in my seventh year and still counting living on my own. First few years, all gone well (I'm entitled with my own opinion) was known as the Yakisoba queen (still craves for it 2-4 times a month) and other ready-to-eat foodies. I'm all over the town, places that fits me and my personality such as church and library ^_^, checking stuff and just exploring around (hmm…). When hard times rolled on, juggling my studies and playing with my friends was the first in line, I turned back for it for a moment to return to my mantra to keep me in path "I'm worthy of my homies trust" (half turn lang pala, mga 90 degrees turn, cant live without the kulitan part eh! Ahehehe).

I can say that I'm quite responsible kiddo away from home. Even I'm free from house rules little did I know, I posted some restrictions to myself.

"Never ever commit yourself to things that are beyond your control."

I can or maybe go a little over the board but everything must be handled pretty well when things go wrong. Taking responsibility of what I do after all is expected now at my age (katorse).

The hardest time living independently is when things turned bad, dirty and disgusting, me?! I ended up in my bed silently crying and murmuring my comfort zone, "I want to go home", being alone in my down time is like walking in a pitch black tunnel, lost and weak!

I really don't know where this entry is going.

I don't know how to end it.

Now I'm lost with words.

Kaya ganito na lang…