The Good and the Bad
Ok. the bad stuff first.
sis came home... parked the car and toppled my beloved Vespa!
SUPER sian but surprisingly not angry.
JUST KNN sian lor.
wtf man. taking time off to go repair it is one thing. being left without transport is another BIG THING. fuck manz
and the biggest sian thing is of course the fact that it's dented and severly scratched!
*sobs* it's no longer chio!
*sulks* luckily hong kong is coming up wed and i get to go shop!
the good stuff.
sat was the day my 2 best friends (of 12 years) got married after 12 years of paktok-ing.
well. actually they got married last year (ROM) but the banquet thing was on sat.
friday was out for some male bonding with the groom.
woke up feeling shitty cos we slept at 4 plus and had to be up by 6.
went through the whole running from house to house and tea ceremony with them (and of course the "torture" of having to get the bride first.)
i shall just skip all of the narration about what happened etc.
even though I am generally not the type and hate being the type, i shall allow myself to be truly sentiment here.
you see, seeing the two of them "complete the course" so to speak makes my teary eyed at a point in time yesterday. I guess maybe this is how it feels to be geniunely happy for somebody else? it's an undescribeable feeling of happiness - not the kind of happiness one feels for oneself say when u achieved a goal for yourself. it's a quiet but exceedingly overwhelming and selfless feeling of joy.
being deeply involved with the preparations (and the 12 years they went thru) really meant something to me. even though we are in our adulthood, it still feels like we were back in secondary school, doing and saying all those nonsense things that made life so carefree and enjoyable. and yet behind all these nonsense lies a friendship and bond that is unreplicable.
using more words would not be able to further describe or make clearer the feeling of happiness that ran through me yesterday.
"many happy returns, buggers"



