(read if you wanna know about pris and me, if not. just skip it)
if you guys were on my twitter, you'd have known how worried was i for my stupid fat friend. well, everything seems to shimmer down. And even now, when i read her blog, i tend to shed lame, laughing tear.:
But I must say, the one person the only one human being in this entire world who understands me the most is Thams. Everyday I grow to love you more and to realize that we might just be friends forever. I know you like the back of my palms and you know the feelings I feel and what I'd do or say next. When you cried with me even just listening on the phone, I knew then that you were the only one possible of understanding exactly how I felt. Hurt by hurt no doubt. The countless bbm(s) kept flooding in even though I read but never reply? And the part where you said:
"..and even without talking to you, I can cry. But U know everytime I see a R (read), I feel happy at least I know you're alive."
Really, what more can a girl ask for except for a bestest friend like her? Thams, I just wanna say that even though we don't exactly tell each other "I love you" all the time, I'm sure you know deep down I'd do any and everything for you. I'd always be there in your time of need - drop everything and run to you. You are the reason that amidst all my tears and heartache, I still know I have hope and faith in you that you'll help me back up when all things fail.
You'll be my friend forever and never to part. xoxo
Honestly, it was one of the weirdest feeling i had. i wasn't out of love, i wasn't in danger of anything, i wasn't even sad to begin with. But after hearing slutty cry (ok, I've seen her cry like a million of times, or even hear her cry), i felt very hurt. its as though i feel her? although i may not be a good friend (you know in which sense)but i know i will be a good friend when it comes to being there, cause i know, forcing doesn't work on you.
(no more friendship stuff)
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i just got home from mj and dinner over at c's. how nice, it actually feels like a perfect routine. his mother cooks the best dishes and the mj kakis isn't those loser-ish kind. c booked his bkk trip, and i can't be bothered to argue with him about it (i'm probably suffering from the-aint-you-suppose-to-be-going-bkk-ehhhh? with me? why now friends?, den you will go about saying "you're going with pris". But it's not because we planned it. it's because i have a ticket which i do not wish to waste. that's the difference). i'm starting to realise how high my tolerance level are right now, and it's amazing how i always tell my friend and myself to ask this question before any quarrel starts, "whether it's worth to start a quarrel, which leads to the ending of those sweet moments that one(me or whoever) is having". And honestly, most of the time, no.
my bf is not someone who will bring me out to get my stuff done, to laugh or be happy for me at my purchase, or even remember when we're suppose to meet and do what. Instead, he will ask me to get my ass up, go down town and do what i needed to do (secretly i know he wants me to do that so that he wouldnt need to acc me) and when i purchase a new bag(like today) he goes about saying how it's a waste of money. This i agree, i don't deny that most of my purchases are just for luxury and its good to have someone nagging at you, at the end i benefit from saving. No one will fit your requirement prefectly, thats why i stop fighting for my needs, instead i choose to accept and understand whatever the person is. nothing changes, yet works better.
=) if you're naughty, i'll upload all your ugly photos! damnit all damn ugly i swear. heeheh