Don't get me wrong. I love my mom but for the love of God why does she keeps on checking on us. I understand the weekly updates and shit but the everyday "Are you at home already?" or "Are you in the offfice already?" c'mon Mom! I'm 21! And Kuya is 23 already. I pretty much survived UP so I can do this, don't you think. And you checking on us just limits us to go and have the time of our lives. I mean this is supposed to be my life now, right? This is supposed to be #parentshavenoidea but I guess not. 

To add fuel to the fire, the house has a freakin' curfew. Tho they do not explicitly stated that there is a curfew but theit rule of getting home by 10pm or if you're later than that better sleep over somewhere else sounds like a legitimate curfew for me. Seriously? Curfew? Back in college even the dorm curfew does not limit me from going home at 2am. Ugh. And why the hell am I living in Makati while my work is in QC. 

Plus my schedule is such an ass. Have to get up before 6am. Have to get moving around 6:45 since the travel time consists of an hour so I'll arrive at 7:45 just in time to clock in at almost 8am. Log out at 5pm then off to MRT early so I won't be squeezed during the rush hours. By almost 7pm I'm already at the house. In short, no social life, no other life than work life and house life. Damn it. 

I miss my freedom.