Tears. Beer. Manila.

I never expected that i would somehow miss my independence.

As i look back to my 2009, i realize how blessed i really am, not that this is the first time this realization has just sank in. I cried buckets of tears and wet my pillows and blanket really bad. I cried almost everyday during my Manila life. I went to office with just the shirt i slept in and with my eyes puffy. For the longest time around, I wasn't me. I wasn't the Hannah that my friends know. The cheerful and the bubbly Hannah. I had few friends in Manila whom I really treated as my family. They made me laugh and loosen up whenever the idea of doing AWOL was becoming an everyday thought.

On the lighter note, I had money, baby! My earnings were all for me and me alone. I don't send my parents money since they earn enough. I only had myself to feed.I never asked for a single penny from my folks. I paid my rent and groceries alone. I bought everything that I wanted (and of course, those that i could afford). Every 10th and 25th of the month was something to look forward to- payday. During weekends, I would ride a cab to Gateway, hop on the next MRT and stop at Ayala station, do some shopping at SM Makati, Greenbelt or Divi when I wanted to and rest and enjoy real food at my Tita and Tito's house. Whenever my friends invite me out for some dining and drinks, I don't have to ask anyone's permission. I was free. I was independent. I was living my life. It was called Blessed Singlehood.

Not everyone has the chance to live the life the way i lived mine. Blessed me. Thank God.

I've been back home for almost 6 months now and I'm missing my Manila Life.

Manila, wait for me, i'll rock you hard soon :)