Youth is a prejudiced little thing isn’t it?

A blog is an online diary. But I don’t think my friends read my blog, I am neither a celebrity nor do I post anything explicit, so I don’t expect anyone  in  particular to read my blog. az

Although you would probably object to me saying this, I am not sorry for posting that in my blog. I removed it as a sort of compensation. I was young, I was imprudent and I was impulsive, but I was also being truthful to myself. I pray against all odds that you would understand this. You always said that honesty to oneself and others make better relationships.

What was it that you said? Ang nagsasama nang matapat, nagsasama ng maluwat.

And back then I reacted truthfully to myself. I did not dare reproach you openly. That would have only resulted into the blame being thrown right back to me. Especially when you use the classic parental lines “Ginagawa namin ito para sa inyo.”

I know that you were, but it felt horrid nonetheless. Such is the prejudice of youth, as I’ve mentioned earlier.

I am older now, and I guess a little wiser too. You could say that allowing me to that overnight swimming and overnight party somewhat contributed to my newfound wisdom.

Well, I would not deny that I could be happier (such is the fault of humans’ never ending desire), but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy with my life. In fact, I could not think of a time when I was happier. I AM HAPPY. I’M VERY VERY HAPPY.

Well, while I’m being sappy like this, I would like to announce that, although there are occasional glitches in my non-existent system hard drive, I DO love my parents.

I do feel a little resentment towards them sometimes (honestly people, don’t we all feel that at some point or another), but I will never hate them. They are my parents after all, and I know they did everything they could thinking of me and my welfare.

And HATE is such a powerful word and I reserve that to a certain kind of people.

I heard from a rather famous father (from APO Hiking Society) that  children who are growing up will inevitably break their parents’ hearts.
I would never deny to having done that, and I highly doubt I can completely avoid doing that in the future (because of certain differences in my and my parents’, particularly my dad’s, way of thinking), but I can honestly say that I would not do so if I don’t deem it necessary. I am young, though not as young and foolish as I once was, after all, and a little eccentric and I need more time and more space become the person that I am destined to be.

A family that does not bicker is ridiculous and superficial.