the old and Happy

a fear of mine is to lose my being youthful. to be all jaded and forget wondering.

so it felt quite weird when this old "student" of mine asked me if i could come over their elementary graduation. he was one of 20 i taught reading to last summer through HOPE. weird because it sort of reminded me of how old i am and it was timely 'cause today i realized that i was turning 20 this year, just like that old julie's bakeshop on the corner [it had 20-year anniv banners]. but it was sweet of them to still remember me and those noisy days gone by.

all part of growing up, they'll tell me. but then again we hardly ever listen.

lisnin to the Pussycat Dolls
sortof readin finance
feelin kinda loved and inspired and good to go. after slacking off ofcourse. wahehe