Finally met Rong after few dozen years. And realized it was his birthday the day before. Damn. I totally suck at remembering folks' birthdays. 3/4 of the time during dinner I was choking on my noodles and fish meat, coughing till I could feel the reflex work in my intestines, and struggling with death to talk to Rong. Was damn frustrated I wasn't even able to see a few proper sentences without feeling the itch in my throat or fumbling with the tissue box to stuff white into my nose. HORRIBLE FLU.
A little treat of ice blended Strawberries and Cream puts a smile on his face. He's so brotherly and nice to me. I ordered hot chocolate, and my throat still refused to let me go.
Here's the big guy.


And he made me take a picture. I wasn't in a picture taking mood because I was superbly annoyed by my throat and nose. But it was his birthday, and I owed him one. So smiled wide. Yeeee I have ultra fat arms.

We've grown so much since these five years. By some work it is amazing how we kept in contact. His commitment to his Soka work is fantastic, never seen someone so dedicated to religion and relationships. His insights into life are probably very different from any guy of his age and it is always interesting to hear from him. Till next time, buddy. Meanwhile you may go hit on BattleGear.