Monday, August 10, 2009
I.Love.Joo.Lie.
There comes a point in your life when you'll feel that birthdays are overrated. For me, that happened when I turned 26, about a month ago. The thing is, that feeling wasn't aroused by the fact that I've celebrated too many birthdays, or that I'm crying over old age. No, I was simply too overloaded with work and overwhelmed by everything that was happening around me to even want to take time to celebrate Me. Yeaps, sad but it's true. It seems 13 July has become just another date on the calendar.But just as I was all ready to sweep it under the carpet and let the day boil over, I was reminded - as usual - of the little things that matter. See, it wasn't just a day for me to celebrate me anymore. It had become a day where people get to show me how much they love me; to spoil me and let me bask in my moment (as narcissistic as I may sound, I'm actually coming to a point).
This realisation came through a series of smses in the beginning of July - when the thought of my impending birthday hadn't even dawned upon me yet. Good friends start asking if I'd be free for a meal together soon. And you know what? That's basically it. The simple yet powerful gesture of friendship was all it took to get me all hyped up about 13 July again. And that, for me, is a true testament of friendship - that no matter how little we see each other nowadays, how little we are involved in the daily happenings, some things are set for life. And the best part - we meet up and chat like we just saw each other yesterday. It's really like planting a seed and after years of water and care, you now reap the fruits (flowers) of your labour.
Gosh, I realised I've been talking a lot lately, so here are some photos for a change. I'd love to feature some other sets of people (Maria, Vin, Godpa + co) but we didn't take photos at dinner! Bummer!
