"Your respect is in your own hands..."

Hey yaars!

So the b-day festivities went down tonight. Just got back in about 20 minutes ago and thought I'd synopsize.

I ended up meeting up with a bunch of friends from the Jays at a place called Fez Batik. My boy Cedric ended up booking the "VIP lounge" which was 2 sweet. It had this whole shamiana(look it up!) feel to it and was very reminiscent of the Motherland. The festivities of course, were not.

Of course that's not a bad thing. I ended up having a good time, and have to give massive props to Cedric for putting things together. He really outdid himself. Things were quite rocking, with me thanking my lucky stars I had a few friendly faces to "watch my back" in case things started getting a bit rough. I feel semi-bad at being one of the first to leave (on my own birthday at that!), but at the same time things worked out well, as the Mother wasn't too upset over things for once.

While being enjoyful, I must say tonight was a very humbling experience. It was a night for contemplation and introspection, in which I learned more in a few hours than what I had over the past month! This evening allowed me to re-evaluate my life, allowing me to take a step back and view things for what they are. It was an epiphanous experience. I feel re-newed.

Numerous anecdotes and quotes have been cycling my head, giving me this newfound look. I will enlist a few, to get you a feel of my whole mentality at the moment.

"Your respect is in your own hands."
"If you do not like your image in the mirror, do not break the mirror. Break yours."
"A wise enemy is better than a foolish friend."
"Deeds, not words shall speak me."

That's just a taste. Who knows what else this weekend brings.