I want a Prison Break!

IM IN PRISON! Yes. That is exactly what I feel right now. Feels like I'm in prison. You see, I was about to come to a friend's birthday party today. It is in Carmona, Laguna that will start around 730pm. I would not picked up by any of my friends at home but will meet up in Festival instead. And for sure, someone has to drop me off infront of the house after the party. I talked to my mama like a few days ago about this. It was a general rule that when papa is here, we should ask for his permission.

IT WAS TOTALLY A BAD TIMING! I was about to ask papa if I can go out... TODAY. My mom blew it! She gave a wrong impression to papa. She said it the night before and I was really caught off guard. She started it with "how late the party is going to start, how far it was, how dangerous the place was". Do you think Papa would allow me?! If I was Papa, i would not even allow my daughter of course!

IT WAS BIASED! Everything. I don't know. I feel like I'm the villain in their life. I consider myself as the black sheep of the family. I just feel that Mama favors ate as well as Papa with my younger sister. I remember how my ate kept telling me that its not that way. That there is no favorite daughter. Yeah, whatever. They are not me. They don't know what it feels like to be scolded every minute, every second of the day. They don't know the feeling of being compared by to my ate. They don't know the feeling of being suspected immediately when something wrong happens. They don't know the feeling of having a hard time persuading my parents to an overnight party while my little sister is enjoying her 3 day stay somewhere far in just a wink. They don't the feeling because they are not ME.

Can you say the movie is good if you haven't seen it yet? Can you tell the taste of something you haven't even tried? NO! So unless you are ME, you can tell me its not happening.

When i was younger, i was told by my parents that I can do anything as long as I finish school. Now, I'm 23. I have a college degree, a Physical Therapist License and a decent job. But still can't do anything.

I AM TIRED. Really. Really tired of all these things. Why do they hate me so much? Why won't they let me be? I envy most of my friends. They can practically do anything. They don't have a 9pm curfew (yeah, sooo gradeschool), they can go to birthday parties, they can pretty much do anything they want. I want to have that freedom someday. I'm getting sick of being held as a prisoner.

I GOT TO BREAK FREE. Sooner or later, I will find my way out of here. It's not that im ungrateful. I love my parents. But I'm growing tired of it. I'm not happy anymore. I dont know what have I done. I did everything they want. It's not about my friends party anymore. Its how they treat me. I AM A CERTIFIED PASAWAY. But i think they made me a pasaway.

First Time Blogger in the Blogging Scene.

This is not new to me, blogging. But this was the first time I have ever stepped into a more "isolated" blogging scene. See, I had my friendster before. I have written some blogs there. Then came multiply which I have spent a longer time blogging as compared to friendster. Friendster became boring and all. I have outpoured my heart there in multiply. I write whenever i want to. When I'm mad at someone, when I'm happy about something that will happen, when I'm afraid, when I'm in love. It is my inanimate bestfriend. My outlet. I call it my outlet. Simply because I feel way much better after I blogged.

What made me create an account here? Simple. This doesn't rot. It's free. It doesn't turn yellow after a few years or so. I don't need to carry it. I can access it whenever i want to. I love reading my old blogs after a year or so. You will see how much you changed. How much you have retained. How funny your previous posts were. How stupid and lame it can sometimes be. How deep can you get at times. How mushy, AAAANNNNNOYOOOIIIINNNNGGGGG, fÜnny, EnTertAiNinG, INTELLECTUAL and EMO you can get.

I love blogging because it shows how much of a person you are. It's of your own. It represent and showcase you. I love to express myself. Through whatever ways. I don't care if nobody sees this. I'm more than happy if someone does. But it's a second or a very much lesser priority to me. In conclusion, I loveeeeeeeee writing whatevers about my life. :)