My Get Well Blog.
'Life is a sexually transmitted disease'
Well usually in such a time and place I would be blogging about how my birthday was or what great meaning I gathered from school. Rather, this blog is dedicated to a friend whose Company I have enjoyed for a while now. His name is Alistair Wilson and for those who don't know him he's a guy in year 12 SGS. Today, I, along with the rest of my grade learnt that he has been diagnosed with cancer. Dictionary.com defines cancer as a malignant and invasive growth or tumor, esp. one originating in epithelium, tending to recur after excision and to metastasize to other sites. Whatever cancer really is, most of us by now know what it does or could potentially do. So what happens in moments like these? Usually what I would try to do is make some poetic line and make this sound a bit more formal, but situations like this call for something different.
My friends and I affectionately know Alistair as "Stair-bear" for characteristics that are known to us. He's a quiet type of guy and always there to talk to at lunch. I'm could go cliche here and describe how much he means to me as a friend or rather I could just say Get Well man, we still need you at the parties so that we can rely on you to entertain us when its all going downhill and at school so that there's always someone to talk to. It just doesn't seem fair, just a few weeks ago we were bitching about exams together and now it's this. We know you'll pull through this and when you come back we'll make sure there's a party. For now rest easy and get well ASAP.
17 Years Since The Beginning.
'Watch the time go right out the window...'

Well, to those of you who didn't know, I turn 17 at whatever time I was born 17 years ago. What does this mean? Well for one, 17 years of my life has just...shall we say breezed passed. I can't get much more poetic than that. So from birth till now, a period of 17 years of ups and downs, verticals and horizontals, lefts and rights, fluctuations and recessions have simmered through..."like sand in the hour glass."
So what do I have to look forward to on such a joyous and festive occasion? In the past I would've enjoyed a simple party; with all the music, the laughter, the fun, the games and my god the fairy bread. Oh how I miss the delights of such beautiful creations of food. I wouldn't mind some now. But away from the puffy bread with the sweet sweet candy and butter on top, more to the point, birthdays just don't come in such a package anymore. I'm not complaining, just really reminiscing on the good ol' days and realising its all gone now. I just hope between now and next year, there's not as many regrets, not as many hopes but rather some memories.
生日快樂... 我對自己說...