Growing Old With You

Indeed, its the day that everyone looks forward to celebrate every year. Ironically, it seems like its a day that I somehow rather forgo; I only grow old, as in grow old not grow up. Counting every year, it seems that I have lesser & lesser time to do my stuff, enjoy life or do the things that I really wanna do in life, or achieve the things I really dream in life. So should I celebrate happily that I have lived another year successfully in this world? Or should I start to worry more that I have one less year to live before I live my life the fullest?

Its just as though how you would visualize a glass half filled with water; half full? or half empty.

For those people who knew me since a few years back, they would have known I never fail to avoid or totally shun my birthday. Yes, I dread it. Apart from growing old, it doesn't seem to be anything happy for me. Perhaps I was lonely during then, it was more of a envy then to feel any joy. EIther being single and lonely, having unworthy friends who betray, turn their backs on you, or backstab you sure hits the spot painfully. People around me always having friends, mates or partners to spend that very day with them still beats not revealing your birthday & hiding at home in a corner with any means of communication turned off. But of course, that's all in the past. To chose whether to be happy or not is entirely up to ourselves. Moving forth out of my old emo self allowed me to find the brighter side of life. I took a step to allow others to know when my birthday is. Apart from giving yourself a chance to receive wishings & gifts, I also gave myself a chance to share my happiness with them. And in return, they will also share their happiness with you.

Whether or not I have opened myself totally to everyone or not is not important; they are always still the people whom are assholes, or plain people I can't communicate well enough with since I don't watch soccer or have any similar interest. Talking about women with men simply can't make the cut. Talking about how I love to collect cool electric guitars to women isn't logically the right thing to break the ice. Ultimately, I have now in my life, June to be there with me and some friends whom I can sit down & drink ourselves silly crap about even sillier stuff. Since its a time to actually be happy, let's leave the more serious parts to talk about on another post.

First ever in my life, I'm gonna be posting lifestyle pictures instead of the usual arty farty.

Though I don't do crazy romantic stuff, or bring you to exquisitely expensive restaurants, I believe its the quality time we spent together. And its something money can't buy.

The Crazy Faces of June and Malcolm

Wish I could make the same tasty Potato Salad like NYDC. its so tempting we couldn't resist to dig in before we took a picture of it. Dear says only theirs beat mine.

Last of all, the Three Amigos baked Rice; White Rice in tomato sauce & cream, ham, sauteed onions & their signature meatballs over a thick layer of mozeralla cheese. We sprinkled another layer of parmesan cheese & crush chilli flakes on top. Droolz...