Well, I just turned 23 together with the beautiful lasses Kirsten Dunst and Dianna Agron. Sheesh, not getting any younger, eh? I celebrated it a day earlier with my closest mates in the office. After conversing this and that (including the classic “love life”) at Central for around six hours, we left around four of my day. I awoke, and just stayed at home ’til it was over. Yeah, quite quaint.
It’s been a year since I went up the stage for my postgraduate certification. Together with three classmates, I went to the 6th batch’s graduation last Monday. Our batch was outnumbered, especially the Network Systems track. The Nihongo and English speech were both delivered by one student — something that raised my brow. Listening to his Nihongo made me realize that the one who talked during our time was indeed already a monster. Dinner for free. Two bottles that followed, still for free.
A high school classmate who visited the metro for some training last month came again. At our classmate’s place, we feasted on some scrumptious ribs and lechon manok. I was hardly able to walk when we killed the night. :suspicious: Last night was his last, and it only meant one thing: finishing things with a blast especially that he received a recognition in their training! The place that hosted my birthday bash :tongue: accommodated us. Exactly as what he said, “same shit, different place.” (Go figure.)
All my recent days may have been different. But in some way, I find them becoming routinary. Perhaps I should start seeking new things to do. And stop doing even those that I enjoy the most.
P.S. Avoid using “some.” It fails to quantify.