The Spirit of Friendster

I was overwhelmed with loads of comments and messages I received through Friendster. All birthday greetings. From family to friends and colleagues.

I turned twenty yesterday without realizing it.

I skipped breakfast, the usual thing. I had a pork sisig for lunch. A hotdog sandwich for snack. No dinner. Dozed off leaving my paperworks in Ecology unfinished.

...ALMOST.

I woke up the usual time that morning only to find out two text messages from close-friend-classmates, greeting me (with effort) on the wee hours of the morning, and I caught myself surprised. Shoot! Did i just turn twenty?!

Then phone calls from family followed.

I walked to school muttering, "So, I just turned twenty. I am now twenty." What the heck...I'm twenty!

I helped in putting up the org's sign-up booth in AS walk. Forgot to bring my drawing pad in the lab. Caught unprepared for a pop quiz on Platyhelminthes. Got humiliated by the new teacher who just suddenly grabbed me from behind and pulled my pants up in the same lab class. Dropped by the org's sign-up booth on my thirty-minute break. Jotted down some notes, the usual, in 122 lec. Grabbed a frog in 122 lab, held it for quite some time, tried to befriend it by giving it a name: Fred, just to have it peed on me. Ate a hotdog sandwich in FC with a couple of classmates. Talked about stuffs in class for some time. Rode off a jeep with a classmate being told about the 161 summer class. Back to the apartment. Started the paperwork in Ecology. Ate Crunch mini-chocolate bars. Fall asleep.

The next thing I know. I'm awake. Sun's up. Morning came. Another day.

That's it.

Didn't even had a shot of voddy.

Life's like that. You don't always get what you want 'cause there's always a restrain.

Freedom is just a word. Nothing more.

DEAR WORLD,
SPARE ME MY BIRTHDAY CAKE ON SATURDAY. PLEASE.
P.S. AT LEAST LET ME BLOW MY CANDLES BEFORE I'M FINALLY BLOWN OUT OF LIFE (OR GET BLOWN IN THE HEAD).
XOXO