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.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

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!

Fri Sep 16, 12:35:00 PM GMT+8  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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

Fri Sep 16, 04:45:00 PM GMT+8  

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