a cinderella story

i remember when i was i child, we used to celebrate brithday in restaurants, or a big birthday house party. with all those party hats and palaro. its nice and it was fun. you just run around chasing your buddy for a game, take home all the party bags and nobody would care. you wear your nicest party dress. years past, time moves slowly, little did i know i was 19, been in a party of a classmate and when i was around i remember those days and i can't help but think or rather compare. a pack of juice in exchange of a tequila shot, a plate full of long curling spaghetti to so-hot-oval-plate-fat packed sisig. from habulan to pusoy dos from licking your lollipop to smoking your own cigarette stick.. it is fun, too. doing this adult stuff and the grown up party. i have a lot of things in my mind. when i was in the jeepney on my way home, i thought of a lot of things! my neurons are surely firing up. from the coffee that dexter, my classmate, made.

so this is what you call a party. a celebration a what we fondly call.. at least in our generation.

i had this research i need to rush in for tomorrow. oh before i forget, i got a grade of FLAT 1.0 in our oral revalida. well, the feeling felt like i ws in cloud 9. but somehow, i was a bit disappointed because i was expecting a different diease. to somehow motivate my sthen sleeping neuron and recall all those weird looking scheme of disease ( concept mapping as what we call it) but anyway to sum it up, i am feeling conented, blessed and thankful for this day, although some part of it got into my nerves but it was yet another lesson learned, and another blog posted. till then i'll see ye later.i'll be hangin' around often. ^^