Of Friends
Dear TomHa,
Wanted to blog about this yesterday but it sort of slipped off my mind amidst all the hustles and bustles of this weekend which saw me do so many things in such a short period of time. Kind of reminded me of those crazy madcao rushings in Army.. Haha.

Well, friends, I presume that I do have a lot and I am not sure about how i treat them, I mean, I seriously tried my best to treat each and everyone of them well, to the best of my ability. Whatever result that comes out is not going to be my call anymore, so yar, you get the idea.

So, there I go again, the number of friends that I have never troubles me one bit, but it is the variety of friends that I have that I find to be rather amusing sometimes. I mean, some of them have personality that are so conflicting that I find it rather strange that I actually got acquainted with them! I mean, if you look at it, I have friends who likes reading books so much that he actually idolises Li Ao, the madcap speaker who always raises provocative cross Taiwan straits issues because he reads 10hours a day and has over 10, 000 books at home! Wow. ok.. this friend of mine really likes reading and he reads academic textbooks for fun, can you imagine? I cannot even stand having textbooks within 10m of sight. They make me wanna puke. All I want to read are books with stories and are funny. How different, and how freaky.

Well, I have some other friends who enjoy punishing themselves so much that I find it really hard to understand why they are doing this sort of thing in the first place! I have a friend who revels in having pus flowing through some wound on his butt as a result of engaging in some sadistic racing sport that involves some Kayaks and waters. Eeew.. Freaky..

I have friends who are actually artistic. Hmmm.. you would understand this much more if you should have a look about the things that I drew. Some are already good drawing for fun, some further their studies in this field all the way till the tertiary level, some are even making their living in this field! And it always gets really embarrassing when I got invited to have a look at their masterpieces. Haha, me and my big mouth.

I even have a friend who although the whole world is telling him how good he is already, just can't seem to stop feeling depressed and engaging in self-pity. I mean, if I can like talk Haiku in his normal conversations, make you feel worthless in one sentence, write over 400 words to describe his barber experience with only the last sentence telling you that he IS cutting his hair, and is RICH and can go watch concerts, performances live when all I can do now is to wait for arts central to broadcast them some 4/5 years later, I can go die a peaceful man.

But, then again, I am not them. I still like them as friends! Wahaha..no offences.. this is the sort of thing too much thermodynamics can do to you..