Birthday Cake

I attended the birthday party of my friend's son last night and I tagged along my brother, his girlfriend and their son/my nephew. It started pretty late but still, I know the kids had fun and so did the adults. Although I am not a mother (and I do not wish to be anytime soon), I felt really proud of my nephew who amazed everyone at the party last night.

What Bibbo did? First, he greeted Yuri (my friend's son) "Happy Birthday, Yuri!" And it was very well said considering that he is only a year and 11 months old. Then later on, I let him give Yuri's present which was wrapped in a huge box. Later that night, there were plastic balls present inside the room and some of the kids were fighting over it. Bibbo, with some prodding from his mom went to get his ball and lend it to the other kids. Everyone in the room was like, "awwww, that kid is so cute and nice!" It was nice to see him exposed to other children his age.

But what I truly realized from last night is that I am truly embarking the path of an adult. 5 years ago, I would never imagine myself in a children's party. But since turning 22, I have already attended several birthdays of friends' kids, christening and other celebrations related to children. My parents used to do that and now, I am in their shoes.

Adulthood: I used to dream about you when I was little. But now, I want my childhood back.

When beer makes a conversation more sensible

Last weekend, a friend and I went out to see Bella, Edward and Jacob's latest adventure -- Eclipse. I did enjoy the movie a bit but I didn't really like it as much because the third book in the Twilight Saga is the least that I like. I do not consider Breaking Dawn as part of the series because for me, it sucks. I totally got disappointed after reading its first chapter.

Moving on, after the movie, I went out with a few more friends (so there were four of us) and had some beer at local popular spot in the city. It was still pretty early so there were only a few people in the bar (which was good because I hate uber crowded bars) and we were able to talk for hours, catching up with each other 's life. After a few bottles, I went out to smoke (yes, I smoke but not at a crazy rate, honest!) with Mike. We've been friends since sophomore year in college and I can say that he definitely is the best guy friend a person can have. Smart and frank. I told him a few things about how I feel about my mother and he just listened, patted me at the back and told me not to give up on my mother. This is coming from a person who feels bad about his dad. After contemplating on what he told me, I felt better.

If we weren't drinking then, he probably won't say that to me because--I don't know--I think he doesn't have the time or patience to listen to me. We talked about his fallout with my friend and finally heard his side of the story I've been wanting to hear since they broke up in Cebu.

I don't really drink a lot. Not on a daily basis. I drink just for fun. I used to hate my dad for drinking too much but I know I will not follow his footsteps in the drinking department. Drinking alcohol is just temporary and when I turn 30, I'll probably drop it totally. And smoking too. But the thing is, if we didn't have alcohol in our system, I would probably never open up to anyone about my grudges against my mother. And I wouldn't hear his golden advice.

So geez, thanks Red Horse!