A Special Day

Yay! A few more hours later, we will welcome another member of this board to The Wrong Side of Early 20s. Cool right? Anyway, I think it’s customary to give a short speech at occasions like this (occasions like just before people get buried or when family members host a toast to someone’s memories or something).

All of us have known him for more than ten years, don’t ask for exact dates, my memory is as good as my maths. We all know who this guy is, he’s been a big figure in our lives all these years. After all, it’s kind of hard to miss someone who’s 170cm and 90kg. He believes that he is funny, knowledgeable, handsome and in every sense, indispensable. We believe that he’s wrong.

People in his secondary school call him “Ah Kow”. I think it’s not wrong to call him no. 9, I believe he should be no. 1. His shirt should reflect that and he should stay where he belongs every Sunday morning. For someone who peaked at his JC years and struggle with fitness all year long, he says that he has not reach his physical prime, which is assumed to be when he is 28. Well, we are all entitled to be delusional at times.

He’s not that worthless really; he’s got his good points, it’s just that it’s hard for us to name any. Every single one of us had wondered, at one time or another, what his girlfriend sees in him. Well, female minds are one of the greatest mysteries of the world.

But his life is not all doom and gloom. After all, god ain’t so bad as to wreck a man’s life and not balance it with something good. That’s what friends like us are for right? Even though you may be a 100kg worth of hairy fat and flab, even though you can’t run can’t shoot can’t pass can’t trap the ball, even though we always 鸟 you, we still love you man. Even if you are lousy piece of flab, you are OUR lousy piece of flab. Happy Birthday.