a chronicle of myself

from an old barrio on ilocos
born as barrio Ladd , that’s me
I’ve been sheltering my self on a nontoxic zone, moving around with my family’s old apple computer and Atari game console, consuming cheese rolls and my moms old spaghetti recipe.
with all those irk stuff
Ive become conscious about me ,never been pleased being box-in and tag as a barrio boy.
Ive cried tons of hyperbolic tears graving to be with light , noise , smoke , street punk etc.
But as I’ve gain liberty just like prodigal teens on their grandeur debuts , ive understand the sense being free, at last air , fresh air with a quirk of cigar smoke .the scenario of going home, no one questioning me why am I late. At first I was prickly with personal democracy but as I go on I’ve learn the skills on how to get use to it.
This is life, yes, THIS IS LIFE.
But as my democratic existence expand, I’ve appreciate bulk of things. I’ve neglected all my parents financial benefits , yes they’ve continue supporting my education, they have no choice they were the one who select my degree, on that matter I cant be independent I’ve always need to have they’re approval . but on my personal things I’ve been relying on my savings, yes. No support at all, my clothes my, shoes, essentials everything exempting food off-course.
A sigh is the only thing I could note, imagine I have managed to be capable to produce bulks for myself , what a life, well I think I have the right to tell my story when me, the superman was born.