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Time for an update, woohoo!! I love this part. Like my cubicle-mate said, "It's all downhill from here, babeh!" So. Birthdays are overrated. But mine isn't; that's because I'm a special kid, yes? Rommel asked me how it feels to be 21, I said it feels like... being too young to belong and too old to stay the same. Well, that's what I said [in essence] but my thought bubble really said: it feels like I'm a big, orange, plump tomato - oh so right for picking, but still too precious for consumption. Hah! Whatever that means. My 21st birthday wish is to stay the same and change, where there requires change. In self-assessment, I think I'm not doing bad at 21, being the Type A person that I am and all. Let's see: John Nash [mathematical genius] was 21 when he wrote his 27-page dissertation, "Non-Cooperative Games," in 1950. This dissertation would later win him his Nobel Prize in Economics in 1994. Them among the countless 21-year-old prodigies of all time. I did my homework, didn't I? Well, here's my one-sentence-description-of-a-lifetime-a Nix at age 21 has drowned in a flood and lived to tell the story; made a girl cry in joy; raised a healthy green little turtle; created panick among security guards in a comfort room without effort; gained 12 pounds over the span of a Christmas vacation [after being underweight for the longest time]; swallowed a whole chicken egg still in shell; grew big leafy cabbages at the backyard; caught the biggest catfish in town; slept on the rooftop; skinny dipped in a river and got belt-whipped after; jacked-off in the library; sent i-love-you cards for mom; asked his biggest high-school crush for the last dance; won a place in food-stuffing contest; earned three-folds in profit selling halo-halo; learned to cook the perfect cucido; and made his mom and big bro real proud! My, their achievements PALE in comparison to what I've done, yeah! I guess I'm a fine, purrfect 21-year-old bloke after all. >:) Post a comment in response: |
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