Friday went over to mike's place with the others to have a BBQ to celebrate Randall's birthday. It was cool and all, but i kinda didn't really wanna be there cause its been 2 weeks in a row now that pi have ditched my friends on Friday nights and we kinda made a pact that we would meet up every Friday. The food was quite good at Mikey's but wasn't really in the mood to drink and i think it was around 3 or 4 in the morning when i "redecorated" mike's pool area with my vomit. Think i had one too many tequila shots that night or it could have been the JD mixed with Jim Beam. Somehow or rather, well, it wasn't what i had in mind anyways.

This long drawn affair of celebrating my birthday just left me feeling more disillusioned about birthdays. I just realised that its been a freaking long time since i ever wanted anything real bad on my birthday (probably the last time was in pri sch) and nowadays, people just give me like 20bucks for my birthday and that's about it. So when the others got me stuff and all, i didn't really know how or what to react. I mean celebrating once was cool and all, but the constant redoing of it just disillusioned me and now I'm actually quite sick of it. Birthdays are meant to be days when you feel special, cause its you're day and all and people will be damn nice to you and get you stuff. But to me, it doesn't matter, cause if you want someone to feel special, you do it everyday and not just that one day a year. Presents are cool, but the time spent in the presence of good company is way cooler to me. It kinda sounds like i am not appreciative of the stuff that people did for me, but if they knew me well enough, they would have known that i am one that doesn't really care much for social events.