if they had a king for fools would you wear the crown?
build us up again and make us last
- king of fools, poets of the fall
from youths to drunkard games, from God to the devils advocate.
all in a day.
happy birthday russell.
my best friend, my abang, my frustration and my peace.
we've been friends since i can remember. we've travelled through our turbulent teenage years, now barely touching the cusp of adulthood.
life would have have been pretty darn different if you were left behind. no late night yassin suppers, no mircowavable brownies, no one to argue about fishing with, no one to wrestle in bed because kenneth might snap like a twig, no leopard skin/ velvet dragon / silk tiger blankets to curl up in. No you means the effective end to the things i look forward to.
one thing i love about you is your honesty. When clothes look ridiculous on me, you would not hesitate to cringe your face, flip my sleeve and say "what the fuck?". When a boyfriend takes me on the highway ride of my relationship, you will pull me to corner, wrinkle your face, point to him with your palms upward and say "what the fuck?". you have never failed to let me know what you think. yet somehow you knew what i was thinking as well.
now that we're barely legal, it's comforting to know we have a friendship that has seen through fights, frustrations, tumble over laughing and friendly insults.
all i can say now is, happy birthday bebe/puss/russell, i love you for the
cause what I feel is the only truth I know
and I get by on this naivete of youth
yesterday, was the youth rally at expo.
day starting out pretty alright. the kids we brought didn't give us much trouble. the day moved pretty good, plus i guess the company was pretty good too.
at expo, the power of the rally was just breathtaking. it's a catholic thing, so a lot of the older youths like me were much into it. it was reminisce of the old now defunct shine Jesus shine rally. so there was jumping and screaming, dancing and singing and being just wild for God.
but i think the kids (read 15-16yrs) were a bit carried away when they started climbing on the stage during the praise segment and they were dangerously close to being injured. my heart a bit stopped. haha.
alls well ends well i suppose.
matthew named me his drug lord wife. i seriously don't know what my responsibilities is.
off to russ's where the party, even at 11pm had just started. the sji boys were there, we all came about 11 plus to hot steaming bacon agli olio, chicken wings and other orgasmic food. chendol please.
the night simmered to just alcohol. thankfully, i was on meds so could drink too much.
I must say SJI boys are the personification of drunk bottles of ethanol.
we, as a group of 15, counting me out, went though:
- one bottle of king roberts
- half an absolute red ruby
- half an absolute peach
- one bottle of 42 below kiwi (very nice but highly fucking potent)
- 1/4 bottle of gin
- 1/2 bottle of whisky
- 4385720348957468 lychees
- one 'russell's father's mango'.
suprisingly, everyone survived when my group left around 5am, the boys... well. andrew was yelling at everyone to learn 'the way of the lychee'. newin was the devils advocate was pouring drinks so much he didn't know how to play any of the games. leon just sat there and practiced how to pout. dexter was the starting out pornstar.
what a day.
what a night.
