today, we, as a big group of one, celebrate the birthday of the foreigner who gave us laughter through his funny indoneisian english accent (but if you want to.. ), his immeasurable cuteness, and last but not least, the way he reacts to certain things. and if that's not enough to convince you that he's the kind of best friend you will want to have, he never fails to stand up for his friend loyally, be it physically or verbally - this is the foreign talent whom i play football, catch movies at malls, waste money on lan-gaming, and have late night supper at the nearby prata shop with. to finish this sweet little testimonial i have for him, i want to say that i will never ever in my entire life, find a guy like him.

my day started when i overslept and was late for my ironcad course specially for selected design and technology students, most probably due to the late night supper i had with su for the past 4 days. i was late for 30 minutes, and when i asked for help for the things that i've earlier on missed out, alfred goh snubbed me by saying, "you're late, i don't want to talk to you." so, i explored ironcad, but found it too difficult to pick up without any guidance, and thus turned my attention to yahoo pool. i was angry, but knew for sure my day wouldn't end just like that, with so much unhappiness because i had rinaldo's barbeque party to look forward to in the evening.

i went home, prepared and washed up, and left home almost immediately i step into my house. i met su first, and we had some D.O.T.A-loving time together. shahridan came not long after we reached the place, and took his seat too. we left the place at about 530 in the evening, took a bus to rinaldo's place, and met up with andrew and friends who were playing soccer. rinaldo, the birthday boy, the organiser, wasn't home then.! i joked to carvey that i suspected the food wasn't even marinated or prepared, and the bbq pit not booked yet. rinaldo didn't seem like he was at all excited about this party.

then group by group, they arrived. it poured heavily, and we took shelter at the management office. rinaldo said if it goes on like this with the heavy rain, we will have to have the barbeque the next morning.

luckily for everyone of us, the rain subsided. we took our place at the barbeque pits, while some helpful hands took the initiative to start the fire, cook the food, and prepared drinks. the boys took their seats and relaxed, while waiting for food to come, and savouring the evenly marinated chicken slowly. life man, i tell you, life. then, we cut the cake, and all had only one thought in their minds.

zhiyong prepared the cake he paid for.

"happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... ..." they chorused together. rinaldo was forced to take out the only candle left on the cake using his mouth when the song ended. he said, "i know what you all want to do." but andrew replied very seriously and sternly that he wouldn't.yes, i still love my indoneisian friend, the one who done lots of stuff for me in my secondary school life, but really - i couldn't help.!
his head inched forward to the cake.

and then..

after that, it was the chicken-marination-sambal-prawn-coke light-bbq sauce-and-any-other-liquids frenzy madness. i think each of us ran around the playground at least 15 times, trying to escape from the mixture that were poured around unsteadily. it was wild. somehow, the attention diverted from the birthday boy to zhiyong, who scolded a vulgarity loudly and proudly when carvey turned off the lights while he was lighting the candles. the bigger boys ran around terrorising zhiyong with their armed bottles of the mixture mentioned above.

the girls left, and we decided to play soccer at his condo's street soccer court. 10 minutes later, we were chased out. all of us left from there. i enjoyed today, really. i still love you, rinaldo, although you threatened to hug me when you're all dirty and stinky with all the marination for the human's body.

till then, friends.

p/s: some pictures eileen took -

this bastard still can pose when he's in this state. must be the new age of narcism.