Isolation Area

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate being isolated nor rebel against my parent’s for keeping me close to home but it definitely gets tiring when you’re just a 5-minute walk or a 15-minute car ride from school.

I started studying around 3 years old at a school located inside or village in Pasig. It was only a short walk and my mum would drop me off or pick me up before and after school. That was pretty convenient then.

Late in my elementary years, I transferred to another school which is incidentally in another village–it’s in Cainta, Rizal though. Just minutes away from my house, nonetheless. My dad would still drop me off and a school bus will bring me back home. Some people would say I was spoiled but I don’t think I am. My parents were simply just careful (HAHAHA As if we were rich!!!). In the fifth grade, I wanted to go out alone or with friends. I started telling the school bus driver to just bring home my school bag and I’d commute alone later then I’ll go to the mall. My mum would almost get a heart attack when I do this, while my dad would get all red. I never took the warnings and the ‘bibingo ka na sa akin’ from them seriously because I know they would never hit me.

High school, we moved to the south. I entered St. Paul College Paranaque and for four years, I’ve been back-and-forth from my house to school via another school service. Although, this time around my mum was more lenient.

First year in college, I wanted to go to UST but my mother was, as usual, frightened of the fact that there are a lot of bad people in Manila so she told me to got to San Beda Alabang instead. One ride from my house.

Second year, I wanted to study in Manila. My mum threw fits when she learned I enrolled in National University but got over it eventually and understood that I just wanted to widen my view on other things and experience some more things.

Right now, I just recovered from fever (prolly because of the long travel to school) but I’m enjoying every bit of my freedom. Not too much though!