THE PRITONG TALONG
After our last belly dancing session, I felt very much accomplished of myself. I managed to finish an entire dance routine and discovered that this ass of mine…*points to my ass*…can actually move to the groove!
We had isaw feast in Jinkee’s subdivision after that, and I was committing the deadly sin of gluttony again. Damn it, why do isaws have to be so dirty delicious?
Then we made ourselves feel how it’s like to be children once more and amused ourselves in the swings, monkey bars, merry-go-round and seesaw. Simple joys like these makes me realize that really, the best things in life are free, and that I am ever-so-lucky for having friends like I have now.
I wonder how miserable it is for people who may feel they are popular because almost everybody comes to them for help; but when they really think about it, they don’t really have friends. They just have people depending on them for help. Gets? Not everyone have friends. Sure, they may have acquaintances, but not friends. As in real friends. Not the ones that you are with when gossiping, laughing about something or someone, but FRIENDS, those who still loves you even when you are most unlovable.
And even up to this age, some people still don’t know the true meaning of the word FRIEND. They often confuse it with people that they are always with, people they are always laughing with, people they are always talking on the phone with, people they eat their lunch with….
…OKAY I’M BABBLING!!!
I’m going to stop now.
I can’t defend my point properly anymore.
Ahaha. I’m sorry.