was just feeling all-so-sentimental.. so i wrote this little "story".. sheessh.. this is totally not me (the damn-shit screamer).. haha.. but hey! mister (or lady..) i'm priviledged to PMS.. so i can be mushy and goosebumpy once every month alright?! whatever it is... i'll get on with this feeling.. i'll just type as it goes..
as an author.. i should type this before hand..
this is a work of fiction. any resemblance to real events or people, living or dead, nice or nasty, is entirely coincidental.
hee.. kk.. i'll get on with it.
**tomodachi**
it was just a 3 cents cloth.. on which i used what was left of the farbic paint i have at home to draw your nick on it.. the cloth ain't good.. it tore a hole through when i used too much paint.. so in the end.. i made it look like a mess.. so that the hole wasn't too obivous.. haha.. well yeah.. and i thought maybe your girl was right.. you won't like this type of impractical stuff.. so i din dare to hand in to you personally.. i just threw it in the bag with the practical present. then when i saw you smile.. when you saw that cloth.. i didn't know whether it was real or just being polite.. i mean the smile.. i was just glad you din say anything bad.. and i was shocked when you said you like it.. that was the best memory i had of you. you on your 18th birthday.
i don't know what happened.. but all of a sudden.. we weren't that friendly anymore.. i don't know what happened.. i just know that.. we aren't really on friendly terms anymore.. it was sad.. for you were a friend i would treasure. but.. i don't know.. suddenly.. you glare at me.. you don't smile anymore.. maybe it wasn't sudden.. it was just that i didn't believe what i saw.. until it become reality when people around noticed and spoke of it.. sigh..
no matter what it is. i hope it's past.. and we're still friends.. i know what some "friends", i may call, of mine.. have accused me of doing things i have not done to you. but i don't wanna explain.. 'cos i trust that you trust me enough and know me well enough to know i won't do such things.. you know how i always apologise after making joke of you or whenever i see that smirk of yours dissapear.. so i believe you know that i'm not what they say i am.. well maybe i'm wrong.. but really.. i was glad... and still am.. that you actually smiled at me yesterday.. that you replied me when i said good luck.. with a cheeky grin.. so whatever happened.. that gap.. i will not fill..
for i know whatever was isn't important anymore..
as long as we're still friends. :)
god bless you. good night and sweet dreams.
**tomodachi**
oh well.. the reason why i'm typing this very very very long entry is.. my internet explorer.. is exploring the net a-little-too-slow.. yes. i took nearly a hour to load.. so here i am.. making use of the time typing my newest longest entry.. argh.. and wondering why i can't write this much for gp essays.. ah ha! must be my life is too interesting to be compared to a gp essay.. yes yes yes.. that must be the reason (ok.. whatever.. it's another pathetic excuse for being horrid at gp).
i'm thinking about the terminal.. and dnangel.. i've done nothing today, except staring at screens.. but i'm really too much in a daze to talk crap (though crap is bad enough).. i'll end up blabbering in baby language that you won't understand and babies can't read.. so.. i better shut up now..
fantasy is my reality..