As I got home late from watching my brother in law play the saxophone at the CCP (also hanged out with my sister and the principal dancers of Ballet Philippines), my housemate hands me this slumbook which I haven't encountered one (unless you consider the more individual version of it such as "the book about me") since elementary. Though the questions of this slumbook are simple, it brings out a lot of thoughts on what one should/can share to another even if that person is really close.
How personal can one be to another? Well, I suppose it depends on how comfortable you are with the person you're opening up to. We have our biases on who we wish to share our deepest darkest secrets to.: be it to a select few or to the whole public. This makes me wonder about how open my life should be to others. Then again, I remember the verse Luke 8:17 where "For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open."
How open can or should I be with this slumbook? I'll try to be as open as I should. The questionsn of the book are funny and some (or a few) are serious. Answering some of the questions no matter how simple and fun they are can get a person like me over thinking on the history of my answers. Yes I know, the past is past. There are things though I'd rather forget, but those were life learned lessons. I may learn more about myself in the process!
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