Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Real food. 18th birthdays.

At last. Food. Real food.

Shean (a high school classmate studying in UP) and I have just arrived from Rowena's birthday party in Cubao. The party and the people made me feel as if I were in Koronadal, my home sweet home a thousand miles away, because almost everyone spoke Ilonggo, that charming, familiar vernacular, and the atmosphere was so, uhm, "home-ly" that somehow I had a hard time reconciling conflicting thoughts: I studying in molecular biology and I eating tuna from General Santos.

I saw familair faces in the party. Rowena's mother, for one, told us too many things about KN (which is Koronadal National Comprehensive High School--my high school), and how things are changing so fast there.

It was bliss to forget that I still have a class tomorrow, to pretend that I'm in Koronadal, to talk to familiar faces, to hear wonderful news from home, and to eat until my stomach hurt.

2 comments:

  1. it's funny that you always reference UP in most of your posts. ;) i should be more like you being all proud with UP and evrything. hehe. wala lng. nagsasawa n kc ako.

    miss ko narin ang marbel but i would rathr be in Manila partyin' hehe. ;)

    rock & roll!

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  2. I almost always refer to UP because I live here, and my life essentially revolves here. hehehe.

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