I broke the digital camera.
It happened exactly one week ago, high school classmates get-together.

So now, this is my summer: STAY HERE AT HOME UNTIL CLASSES RESUME.

Fortunately I can still go out of the house every Sunday for the Holy Mass, and on rare days that I need to go out to buy something. I hope the dogs would stick with me while I'm here. I wish for the same with the cats, if that's possible. (They all seem to hate me). The only problem here at home is that I have no one to talk to. Luckily I can write and luckily, no one reads this page.

Sigh...
I never saw this happening. I'm more broke than the digital camera that was the root of all these craps. It may be safe for me to say, "Bye-bye Ilocos trip!" and to all other things I was planning to do.
It may sound absurd to some that because of a camera summer will be, well, just summer for me. I also thought of that. But knowing my mom, it's a little "natural". That's why it took me several days before I told her that because of me, the camera broke. I can see it clearly. This would happen if I told her the truth. Honestly, it annoys me knowing she's angry because of the broken camera.

Why does every time I join my high school classmates for a little get-together, things like this happened. Last year, she got angry (really really ANGRY) with me because I "didn't told her that the it would be overnight". It goes for a month and that month was spent for crying. Every time I talked to her on the phone, results are either me hyperventilating or me crying to sleep. The problem every time this thing happens, she tends to bring up my past mistakes. Mistakes that she told me she had already forgiven. Crazy, ayt? But this thing usually happens every time she gets mad at me. You know what? I'M ALREADY GETTING USED TO IT.

Now, every time I log-in in my YM, I'm already expecting bunch of offline messages from her. And to tell you, this messages are not good to read. They hurt so much that even if I tell myself that the messages are written by my overly-stressed mom and that somehow I should understand her, I still shed a tear or two. I don't want to cry for this. There's a lot more things that need someone to cry for them. But then, teardrops still coming down and I can't stop them as I am typing these words.