It's another Friday again,
but this time i feel different.

I feel like i've been given back my life,
the life i missed out on since several months ago.

Rina and i are heading down to Insomnia tonight, for some chilling and talking..
I need to feel the buzz.
After what's happened,
i can't help but feel stressed out.

Yes, this is one major downfall.
And im picking myself back up again.

I want to say this :
I LOVE MY FRIENDS.

i appreciate all of them, for letting me, be oh well..
me.
Without them, i'll never be who i am today in a sense.
I have smart friends,
i have witty friends,
and most importantly,
i have true friends.

Like what Sady told me once ;
A good friend makes you laugh by telling you lies.
But a true friend makes you cry by telling you the truth.

Now ain't that true?
And recalling that back,
i have many people who make me cry..
well, by telling me the truth lah that is.
And i make myself cry sometimes, too.
Cos i know im being true to myself about things.

Take Nisa for instance,
a person i'll always look up to for morales.
She's got it, i must say.
Smart, intelligent, morally-upright,HOT.

Friends like these just make your day.

They're always willing to hear me out, and tell me straight in my face what i should be doing.

But ultimately, the friend i'll always have for life, is undeniably..
my own DAD.

He'll look out for me,
pray for me,
take care of me,
scold me,
whack me,
but at the end of the day,

he'll be the one teaching me what life is all about.

and i grateful for that.

And then there is this one friend i've regarded close to me once;
i dont understand her.
She was there the day i lost my child.
She was there by my bed when i awoke from my abortion.
She saw how purple my lips were, how yellow my face was.

She was well taken care of by my family and me..
the nights when we couldnt go home,Dad would pick me up, and pick her up as well..
send her home, making sure she's ok..
and times she hadn't had cash, we'd squeeze in our last pennies to make sure everything's ok.

When she started becoming liberated, i worried for her..
i wanted to make sure she wont fall into the same pits as me..

I miss the friendship, i really do.
It taught me alot about people and relationships.

But yet,
she doesn't get it, does she?
She still had the heart to fuck me up.
and now, what?
her life's begun?
her life's smooth sailing?
She's happy this way?

All the best is all i can say to her..

...cos what goes around, comes around.