The Role of Friends

What, in the end, defines a friend?

One that'll tell you the truth, even when he knows it is not pleasant.

One who advises with your interest at heart, even though sometimes the advice is neither sought for nor listened to.

One who shares the moments in your life, no matter how trivial it seems to the other people.

One who tries every single way and means to keep you from the edge of the cliff, even if it means being irritating, getting into an argument or risking the friendship you hold dear.

And if you jump, and you crash, one who is still there to pick up the pieces.

Come to think of it, what defines friends, are not the good times, but the bad.

They're Fine...

The Cyclone didn't hit Yangon. My friends are fine. Whew.

Just got internet up, it seems.

HUGS Norah-Anne and Zarah Belle Soe. Be safe and come to Singapore NOW.

Rest Well My Friend

I'm sorry I didn't know until yesterday. I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to say goodbye.

Thanks for the Hoegaardens that you always split with me the first thing I arrive at the bar every time.

Thank you, for sharing your dreams and excitement of being a dad for the first time.

Thank you, for the pranks you pulled on me, and we, on the other customers.

Thank you, for sharing with me what you wanted to do, so your family can have a better life.

Thank you, and I'll miss you Halid. There will be one more name to remember when the song plays.

Another One Bites the Dust

One phone call was all it took.

Fuck. Didn't know what to say.

He wasn't close. I know him, knew him as my junior in dance. Seen him around at MoS once.

Never really talked, never really communicated. Still, it was someone I know. Knew.

Don't know why he didn't confide in the friends he had. Maybe he wants to put up a front, the jester. I know that mask all too well.

A lil late now.

I don't miss him, but when they played RnB on Saturday night at China One, it's too close for comfort, and though I liked the song, I can't dance. Not then.

I reckon, as long as we remember, they're never really gone.

To the people we know and lost. Cheers. May we never forget life.

Gahhh... Blogspot malfunctioned again. Interface looks like shite, but at least I can still post a couple of Myanmar picture.

Taken from Sakura Towers.

Koh Win Kyar should be happy. He's famous now, he's on my blog.

The ladies are happy cos I was paying dinner. Heh.

And this is the Queen of the Universe, Norah-Anne. It's true.

I like my new camera phone even though this conclusively proves I look bad in pictures.