i fell with a thump, but it was nice.
Sunday, February 27, 2011,
they were all born in brick houses.
painted white and filled with cash.
most of them,
owned a car once they turned 18.
pure malaysian, but they speak english well.
they party and stuffs, but none of them were sober.
we draw lines on one another, and we dont go beyond that.
because we shared that thing that kept us standing this far,
RESPECT.
we dont only HEAR, we LISTEN!
maybe, im so used of havng friends like this, that it was a mistake for me to actually open up to a different type of friends. bukan sombong, bukan angkuh, but i guess, it's true, bukan smorg boley jd kwn kite. no matter how much we tried, certain people mmg bukan utk kite.the truth is, kite sedar x sedar, sbnrnye kite da biase ngn standard kwn2 kite. it's impossible nk make friends ngn org yg x same standard ngn 2. dpd kite gado2, dpd we said things that we shouldnt, might as well we leave. ignorance can be a bliss at times.
not everything, is worth keeping.
and this friendship is one of it. let's just stop here.
coo n pulp, i should have listened to the both of u. sorrie.
new past