past participles

three days ago, I planned a small get-together with my high school colleagues.

recollecting doesn't always end up the way it was pictured.

two days ago, i found myself cramming, negligent of handling the MagicSing with care.

the party's just small, a seven-manned bunch of freaks singing and drinking to death.

the same day, i found Christ Jean leaving the boundaries of sanity, the dominant power of alcohol emancipated her old self.

recollecting doesn't always end up the way it was pictured.

the same day, i found Star, having endless arguments with her hubby, as we laughed our asses off on the antics of Buqs and Ces.

recollecting doesn't always end up the way it was pictured.

the same day, i found Mae and Shane bugging my seriousness, driving my focused mind to the whirlwinds of immaturity.

"when i went home that night,
my dad gave me a placid smile,
again showing me an
i-know-you're-drunk look."

my mom offered me stuff for dinner, i have always loved that welcoming maternal feeling.

recollecting doesn't always end up the way it was pictured.

i honestly don't know why, but the season calls my inner senses, indulging me to uproot my morality, breaking my self-made barrier against addiction.

we only shared one bottle, though. :-P