A good friend of mine celebrated his birthday yesterday. But I didn't call him, or text him a happy birthday lest leave a message on his facebook.
oh how he must hate me now. I guess dislike can turn into hate easily, right?
I didn't know how to dial his number without feeling a strange lonely feeling. If this precedes, our friendship will be over.
This is the part where Penang turns ugly.
Yes, when everybody asks me how Penang is, of course I'll give them their favourite answer, my safest reply.
"Penang? Awesome food I'd never be tired of."
If someone had the sensibility to question this answer, I might have the gall to pour my heart out about Penang.
The Penang who robbed me of my friends. Idiots for males and sluts for females.
I'm sorry. I know it was harsh and it was based on my own equally unsensible judgement. Forgive me, I take it back.
Better to find ways to mend a friendship than sit around and sulk.
I admit: It never was sweet ol' Penang's fault.
Thanks for the cendol, still.
Saturday, September 4, 2010,7:47 PM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.