Tuesday, September 15, 2009
On LavSuc @ 5:38 PM
A friend
Thats what you would still be referring to me, right?
Sure. I have known you since a while back
I am a friend right?
Some one you knew right?
Some one close right?
Some one who would look out for you, right?
Yes I was and I would have had.
But I will no more.
Ask yourself.
Reflect a little.
How often have you been a friend?
Don't tell me we have differing views on friendship.
You knew what I was like.
You knew I would give unwavering loyalty until betrayed.
You knew but you didn't bother.
Your ship can no longer harbour here.
There is no more love for you.
Only desolation awaits.
Be warned and stay away.
We had our many talks. We spoke to each other many personal things. I know I tried very hard. To be a friend, to be gracious, to be forgiving. There is only so much that a person can take. Pardon my lack of humility but I think I can swallow more than what most take. You took me and my friendship for granted. Yes I am getting personal because you have hurt me despite knowing for a fact that I am sensitive. All that was said between us, they do seem like bullshit now you know? You clearly do not treat me like a friend. You do not even bother with the little things. You do even care enough to talk to me.
what mattered were the unsaid and undone.
You've missed it, "[it'll be] gone, [it'll be] running water" (X Country 2005 Bryan Tan)
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Friday, September 04, 2009
On Amigos @ 10:40 AM
As friends, we should always be truthful to each other. However ugly things might seem, however brutal the pain might be. Because we are friends.
That is a fact.
I don't like silences. Not when it is unaccounted, unexplained. Because friends always give an answer, a justification and it is accepted w/o question.
Because friends are.
Friendships should be treated severely because it is an interaction between people. It is sincere and it is a connection of the mind, the heart and the soul.
Friendship is sacred.
You know a friend when you blatantly point out their flaws and they say thank you. It is the counter logical reactions we frequently, unintentionally evoke that is a clear mark and distinction of friendship.
Friends defy the normality.
A friend will probably be able to multiply your joy and add the happiness, minus the pain and divide the sorrow
Friends are mathamaticians
In essence, a friend might take many forms in our eyes. Fact is, each friend is unique in their ways, each with their kinks and qwirks. We can all give our own definitions and consituents to what makes a friend, but friends just are.
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Mere Mortal Man @ 2:42 AM
Searching for some stimuli on the web, i chanced upon the origins for the yellow ribbon project. Apparently it was sort of inspired by this song by Tony Orlando & Dawn "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round The Ode Oak Tree". Interestingly enough, it is something i can identify with. After all, we're all sinners, tainted and scarred.
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to doIf you still want meIf you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak treeIt's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me'cause
I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me freeI wrote and told her please
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree
I'm comin' home
Then you'll know just what to doIf you still want meIf you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak treeIt's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me'cause
I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me freeI wrote and told her please
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree
I'm comin' home
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