Growing Up

Growing Up is a painful process. Where you have to start thinking about what you want and not what your friends wants. Is it selfish to think of yourself? Or is it more selfish to think of others' needs and neglect your own? Or in mandarin, ni dui de qi zhi ji ma?

I enjoy talking to my group of secondary school friends, for they are the ones who provide me with depth, they are the ones who allows me to express myself, they are the one who expand on, comment and criticises my ideas and ideals. Different people manage to bring different perspective into my life, ranging from religious to plain domestic.

Others might think that i'm a shallow vain person, but i know that my friends know otherwise. They know that vainity is really me, and yet it is also an act.

Dinner was great for more than just the food, ideas, gossips and concerns get exchanged, and it makes the meal more than just physically filling, it is also intellectually satisfying.