Monday, October 17, 2011

I arrived home on Monday night. Found all my diaries and journals spread on my bed with a trace of being read by somebody's eyes. My bet was my mother, no other. That feeling that you wanted to shout fits to her. Huh! Ayun! Before I could do it, she's already miserable. Kasi, nambabasa ng hindi dapat basahin. What she read were all anguish and related things about her. Huh! Natauhan siguro siya dahil di ako pinansin kinaumagahan.

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  1. Ed LopezOctober 17, 2011 at 10:38 PM

    Violation of privacy. My mom same way .

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  2. Merdolyn CandaOctober 18, 2011 at 2:20 AM

    It sure is.

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  3. . .October 18, 2011 at 5:13 AM

    Is there a problem between you and your mom?

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  4. Merdolyn CandaOctober 18, 2011 at 7:08 AM

    Sort of.

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  5. Ed LopezOctober 18, 2011 at 10:22 AM

    Some people have it perfect. Some don't. I am older than you guys and I have it weird, as weird as it is, I still have my parents though.

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