another weekend past

How can you even say you do have a life when most of your naughty friends are having their weekend night life somewhere far from where you are. Let's say, in the office, or in the arms of someone you love. Sometimes, in order for us to have something, we must pay it with something as well. Everthing has a price, even love? Yeah, sad but true. Love has sacrifice.

I was thinking how many sacrifices I did in my entire 22 years. I cannot count, maybe because that is not important anymore. Lots of times, I cried. Most of the time, I was just being too sensitive and emotional and I hate myself for it. Simply because, it makes me look so weak and fragile. Such a crybaby, Kuya George will always tell me.

So, how's my weekend? Just one of the ordinary days I have, spent most of my time sleeping and doing nothing. God, how productive I am..