That blue black bag

A blog manager huh? what a title. Or, it can also be interpreted as, a new way of official stalking. heh.


Anyways, something real bad happened to me recently. It was entirely my fault for being so innocent and to be thinking that because i do good to others, none will do harm to me. but that is not the case at all. It was entirely my fault, yes. But just where the hell does common humanity and understanding goes to? i am just a freaking innocent student trying to go home to the warm embrace of my parents with the spirit to study and score for my test. But damn it.That thing has really resurrect my inner monster I am quite sure I would beat the person who took my bag or anyone who touches any of my belongings ever to pulp after this.

The thing is, I'm glad for those particular helping hands. I know I acted all tough but the truth is, I am easily affected and be stressed  on things related to my parents. I really thought I would spend my time sleeping to forget everything, but thanks to you I managed to laugh and get back on. It works like a pill, like a happy pill. Thank you for merely being there. I totally appreciate it.

And then, there were my parents. What happened had once again raised their doubt on my credibility. I just don't know when will I grow up. At least in their eyes. I am eager to leave my nest and start anew, but I am reluctant too because i always feel like I need to be under their wings. Seriously, when will I be independent ever? I want to have my own way, work and gain money but they said no. So I stayed home and pondered on life. And the more I pondered, the more I felt useless. But thank God for my cookie business I felt at least a little worthy. And now, once again I am giving trouble to them. I wish I wouldn't anymore but I did. So yeah, there is no way I can get married and have kids now so I don't have any other options but to finish my studies and get a job and a life and manage myself, then I can think about marriage. Har har.

What a day and I showed just what kind of a fussy grandma I could be at times. Gosh everything just didn't go my way on that day. Seriously. Sorry for those who had to watch that ever. Now I am embarrassed with myself. Aduimak malunyaaaa.


p/s: slowly, we're getting somewhere. Thank you for being on this road with me. Though I am still uncertain of the true destination, but I hope it will end exactly where I want it to be. In the most bitter sweet way possible. Don't worry about the future. We still have our present days to work for it. And... there you go, manager.