Birthdays!

a double birthday celebration took place yesterday night in carry on...the event started with a simple dinner and later on things got slightly out of control....haha...those that went would understand what i meant...for those of you who were not there..dont worry..there are pictures to go along with what i said...
but before i go into details about the stuff that happened after dinner...let me re highlight the purpose of this post...its a post where we take the time and wish 2 of my friends a happy happy birthday....guo chen and also eng chun...happy birthday....
things started off with a simple dinner at carry on....20 of us showed up with various means of transport and we gathered there around 930pm....it was a cooling night because it rained in the afternoon...having starved ourselves throughout the day...we ate the food like a pack of hungry wolves....and sadly...for my table...the steamboat equipment or whatever it is called was kinda faulty....it was not hot enough..therefore we were forced to eat at a excruciating slow rate while the people around us were chewing and swallowing the food happily....and all good things come to an end...after 3 hours of eating the same food we kinda got sick of it and came to a stop...during the 3 hours of eating we kinda took a turns to go downstairs and write our birthday greetings...we have to bring out the cake before 12am because the the place was closing at 12....but before the cake there was some silly game where we were forced to consume the remainder of the food that we have earlier...hahaha....

after dinner...this is were the real fun starts...and i must admit i was kinda relunctant to the plan at first..but later on i went with it cause there was no escape..haha...most of us headed down to arena for what they call "entertainment"....it started off with some beer...then it ended with alot of dancing...laughing...hugging...kissing...haha...lets just let the pictures do the talking....

Friends. 7 letters. A word we learn from young, to categorize people whom we like, and people whom we don't like. I shall call you friend, the girl over there whom I think is cute; and you over there who picks your nose, you're not my friend, so you don't get to help me build my sand castle. As we grow older, some say wiser, perhaps we learn that friendship is a thing that needs effort, that needs time, something that requires you to pour yourself into, for it to grow. And as our lives progress, we see different friends come and go, and we learn the boundaries of friendship. How far will my supposed bff go for me? How do you draw the line for the intimacy that may exist between two friends? How do you keep it going forever?

I would love, so ardently, to have these answers. And I would be a very wise man if I could take the answers and apply them to my life, but I am neither. Where do you place your friends on the scale of priorities? Behind the girlfriend? In front of the family? Equal to your gaming? A step under your academics? You decide, and you tell me, what's more important to you?

I am blunt, brute perhaps, but it is something I used to find pride in when I was younger. Over the years, I'd like to say I've become more tactful, more diplomatic about confrontations, but there is still an element of the harshness that can dictate my words. Those who understand me will know that I wouldn't use that harshness unless I cared; that if you were unworthy, I would not be bothered making you feel terrible about the way you've been. Some say its cruel, that it's not the right way to go about things, but all the more reason to then right?

There used to be people I could never imagine myself without. They were people I told everything to. And now, what are they in my life? An important presence I hope. They have gone their way and I have gone mine, but I often stop to reminisce upon the times when our lives still interconnected. It's scary the way things change in a few years, the different people that I saw when I visited, I won't deny that. And not being there to walk with them through that change, makes it the more drastic, the more ominous, the more disappointing. And what do they see in me I sometimes wonder; oh what I'd give to know.

I try to be a good friend, one who is understanding; but as with all things in life, I've come to realize that doing the right thing is often harder than doing the wrong thing. It is easier to get angry than to be patient; easier to be expectant than to be selfless. And we will fail, and we will fall harder than before, because despite our good intentions, we will be misjudged, and we will be forsaken.

I've read a few books, where the ending portrays a character who gives up his life, or his reputation, for someone or something bigger than himself. The author focuses on the fact that the person or organization he gives his life or reputation to, never rewards him, never appreciates him, never has the knowledge of what this hero has done. Tragic hero? very much so. And so I often ask myself, would I be able to do that? Will I be able to be the friend that goes on loving, that goes on supporting, even when the friends you're loving and supporting push you away, discard your efforts, and blame you for their shortcomings. Will I be able to be the friend that never utters a word of rebuke or retaliation when the friend that you give up everything for lashes back and hurts you?

Today is a special day, it is the day where I celebrate the birth of a good friend, it might be true that the days we have known each other are in no significance compared to other people, but I guessed we clicked. We clicked in more ways than I could ever imagine and hoped for, therefore I am thankful, I am not thanking fate nor am I thanking God, but I am thanking you for being my friend, a friend that excel in so many categories and have shared my burden in so many ways that you could never possibly imagine. You. I doubt that people would consider me as a perfect friend, but when people say perfect friend; and I know, I am not there yet. I hope very much that I would be, but like everything else in life, a journey takes time, and when we finally reach there, we realize the destination was never as appealing as the journey itself.

Happy Birthday Day…my dear friend…刘荣峻

p/s: I wrote in Chinese for you!...be proud…lol….