♥ PhooiSze.
I have a great passion for both speaking and writing, hence making me a great friend but an even greater enemy. But even so, i am probably the best person alive! Why?
because i am biased, stupid. I am a PZ after all, hello?
Loves
Sweets!
Designing!
Pink. At least I am TRYING to. T__T'
Turning people into retards. It's my forte anyway.
Hates
Pink!
People who hates me MWHAHAH!
Craves
Nokia 7390
Laptop Make my own blogskin
Let's not daydream and move on ok? =)
| As the end approaches, I thought it's only right that everyone have tears all welled up in their eyes as we bid goodbye. No, it's not about the holidays that saddens everyone. Go ahead and grant me longer holidays, I don't mind.
It's just that having to come face to face with the fact that we might never see some of our friends again. The people we took for granted. The people we took for a ride. The people we betrayed. The people we took advantage of. The people who never abandon us although our attitudes towards them were terrible. The people who were always selfless. The people who never fail to be by our side when you need them.
The people who found pleasure lending us a helping hand- despite all the sinful wrong doings we committed without feeling a tad bit remorseful- without complaining.
Although you may argue that none of them leaving were those I cherished much, it just leaves you with your mouth hanging in the air when told they are leaving. It just suddenly hit you that you could have done better than ignoring them. You could have done better than forming cliques and exclude them. You could have done better than shouting insults across the room just to hurt that person.
You could have been a better friend.
But you chose not to. And no don't you dare deny it. You could have treated...take for example, Virgil, better, no?
I could have, but I didn't. He was just another insignificant character in my life. (no I am not saying he's insignificant I am saying he wasn't to me.) He brought us candies from Australia anyway. All we did was crowd around him and then comment on how terrible the sweet is and even hacks is better than that expensive bottle of bon bon wtf and then we'll spit it out right in front of him with this disgusted expression hanging from our closely knitted eyebrows.