Maybe going to Manila next June is such a bad idea. I pondered on the real reason why I even thought of flying there. I do not really want to get a Master's Degree in Biology Major in Genetics. I would rather earn Masters in Genetics, not MS Biology. I will likely be able to get a degree on that this 2011. But as I have said, if there's one reason why I even entertained the thought of going to Manila to get MS Biology, it's none other than escapism. I want to run away. I want to run away because I'm getting so choked already. Why can't they understand that I'm already 21 years old? I'm a grown woman. I know exactly what I'm doing.
I was just getting ready to pack my things so I could go to General Santos City tomorrow. It's only three hours away from Davao. My grandma kept begging me to stay beside her. "Do not leave me here," she said. I told her I'll be back in two days. I will only be spending the weekend there. That's it. But she won't let me. She said, "I love you. I want you here always." Now that's really very selfish of her, isn't it? She nearly burst into tears while she was begging me not to leave. It's not like I'm going away for a decade. I will only be gone for two days. That's it. Why can't I go? Why?
I'm twenty-one. I have high IQ. I easily adapt. I do not understand why they always have to keep me safe. They do not even want me to learn how to drive. What the heck? That's a backward thinking. I, nevertheless, learned how to drive anyway. With much resistance, I learned how to drive and that's something they can never ask me to undo.
Damn. Looks like my bestfriend and I will have to cancel our second photoshoot. :-(
I really want to run away from home now. Grandma will die if I do that, however. I've been screaming unceasingly at the back of my head: Let me go... let me go. Do not worry about me. I will be just fine... Please... Just let me go.
I was just getting ready to pack my things so I could go to General Santos City tomorrow. It's only three hours away from Davao. My grandma kept begging me to stay beside her. "Do not leave me here," she said. I told her I'll be back in two days. I will only be spending the weekend there. That's it. But she won't let me. She said, "I love you. I want you here always." Now that's really very selfish of her, isn't it? She nearly burst into tears while she was begging me not to leave. It's not like I'm going away for a decade. I will only be gone for two days. That's it. Why can't I go? Why?
I'm twenty-one. I have high IQ. I easily adapt. I do not understand why they always have to keep me safe. They do not even want me to learn how to drive. What the heck? That's a backward thinking. I, nevertheless, learned how to drive anyway. With much resistance, I learned how to drive and that's something they can never ask me to undo.
Damn. Looks like my bestfriend and I will have to cancel our second photoshoot. :-(
I really want to run away from home now. Grandma will die if I do that, however. I've been screaming unceasingly at the back of my head: Let me go... let me go. Do not worry about me. I will be just fine... Please... Just let me go.
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