pop that bottle open

he leaned back on his chair, looked out the window at the crescent moon. in his hand is an opened bottle of smirnoff, one of his favorite drink that does not give him headaches after a few bottles.

so this is it. the big two one. same music is playing, same cold air is blowing, same dark sky is up above, same moon as it was yesterday. why make it such a big deal? the quantum homework is still due tuesday, the quantum class still starts at ten today, the two lab sections' lab notebooks still have to be graded, and this room is still as inanimate as it was yesterday.

he took another sip. drinking something legally really did taste better.

according to his subconsciousness, 21 was the age you would want to celebrate because everything went downhill from there. you stoppd growing and started dying when you hit the big two one. or at least that was what his subconsciousness had been trying to convince his consciousness for the past three seconds or so. it did not take long; he was convinced. but why should it matter? he saw no reason to care about whether he's growing or dying. he had never cared about it so far, and he did not see any reason why he should start caring so he told his subconsciousness to just shut the fuck up.

i guess now he wouldn't have to ask his friend to get him some alcohol. he now had the freedom to visit the nearest convenience store and buy a six-pack of smirnoff, or even the green apple bacardi that he loved so much. and not only that, now he could order the likes of margarita or kahlua or whatever the hell kind of alcoholic drink they served at restaurants. wine would probably be a great choice. a seventy-five-dollar bottle of wine would be awesome.

so, twenty one years had passed by for him, and he wondered what he had learned from this past twenty one years of his life.

he learned to love his family more because no matter how annoying they usually get, they are one family, and the only people in this entire world that have lived with him for the past twenty one years of his life. besides, a family that does not give a twenty one year old constant headaches is not called a family. he was thankful for all that his parents had given him, for all that his parents had taught him, had yelled at him, for all of the moral and mental support that was good intentionally, but had come at the wrong time, for his father, for his mother, and for his sister.

he learned that nature only goes one direction: anything but yours. one prime example would be the simple fact that whenever he scavenged the kitchen for a spoon to eat his rice with, all he found was thirty three different forks, and that whenever he scavenged the kitchen for a fork to eat his egg with, all he found was thirty three different spoons.

he learned that nature has loopholes, and finding ways around these loophols is the only way to survive and prevent being screwed over by nature.

he learned that obliviousness is the best attitude to adopt, simply because whenever you are oblivious or at least pretend to be oblivious, you cannot be blamed for anything.

he learned that boobs do not feel like ass. boobs feel like ass without the muscle. and definitely not like a bag of sand.

he learned to appreciate the small things and to not worry over the big things, because in this life, it is the small things that count, not the big thing. the reason for this is that the big things are usually the unhappy things, while the small things are usually the happy things, so it is best to focus and count the happy things, even if they're small, for there are many of them.

he learned that going grocery shopping without making a list of things to buy is not what he should do, because once he set his foot on the store floor, his mental note would vanish into thin air.

he learned that subconsciousness and consciousness are two different things, and that they never get along. along with this also comes the realization that while his consciousness is smart, his subconsciousness has been unbearably stupid. but this fact is then compensated with the realization that while his subconsciousness is ambitious, his consciousness is as lazy as lazy can get, which somewhat explains why his subconsciousness is stupid and why his consciousness is smart.

he learned that when a signpost shows the numbers 3 and 5, and an arrow pointing to the right, that means he should not be going seventy-five. and foot on the brake pedal instead of gas would probably also be a good idea.

he learned that loving is not foolish, and loving without reciprocation is not something divine.

he learned not to take life for granted, because when you do that, you lose someone important to you, like his close cousin who died in an accident two years ago exactly on this day. he missed her and hoped she's having a fantabulous time up there.

i’m looking at the people
walking up and down
going left and right
and then turn around
she’s reaching out to touch me
struggling to breathe
as i feel her she falls into her dreams
i like the way the day has begun

thank you for all who text messaged, called, visited this lonely apartment tonight. your thoughts are well appreciated. thank you for the presents, the kiwi, orange, banana, pear, ramen, baby carrot, birthday wishes, hugs, kisses, laughter, blushes, happy birthday song, and smirnoff. life is good when i have people like you around me.

and yes, i really like the way the day has begun.