Friendship

When I get bored, I think.

When I think, I write.

When I write, I post it up in my blog.

Otherwise, my blog will be dusty.

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When I stab other people in their backs, I won't feel the pain. But when others do it to me, it hurts real BAD. So I sent a long sms to AG, telling him honestly why I find him annoying and hopefully he would forgive me. And he hasn't replied me yet. :/

The reason why I am apologising to him is due to my own selfishness. I wish that nobody after this would stab me from the back again. By saying sorry to him and by not talking bad about others again, I really hope I would be spared of the pain. >.< Yes, I am selfish. Go ahead and shoot me.

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And what is a friendship really? Some friendships are long-lasting; some are not. Am I the only one who thinks that friendships from school are still the best? Well, there are friendships established in college that are meaningful and I hope they would last a long time...
*hint-hint* *thanks for giving me your listening ear when I am down... thanks for letting me torture you with my boring stories* =)

I honestly think friendships are more meaningful than it sounds. It is not just a shoulder to lean on when you are down, nor it is just a person to laugh with when everything is okay. It must not be based on convenience nor dependence. It could not be based on kindness and love alone; these do not sustain friendships. Frustration and hatred characterise relationships; they break us all apart. I don't know how to phrase this but Furuba gives a powerful quote: "Love means taking in all things negative and positive and accepting them wholeheartedly." Well, something like that anyway.

Friendship is like an investment; we put in a little of ourselves into that friend and they into us. And that is why when it is torn apart, we feel hurt inside because those things are lost forever.

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Don't treat me like an empty vase. You pour all your problems into me, to sustain your own sanity. I don't mind that, really. I am glad to be of help - to dispense advice. But you forget all about me when you are happy, when your life is a bed of roses. Once life gives you a rough ride, you come and rant to me - the lonely empty vase. Am I the worthless vase that could only hold the water that sustains the pretty flower that is you?

I don't mind friends who come to me for help in checking their bio report. Or come to me when they face personal problems. I am glad to be there for them when they need me. It means they trust me with all their problems - and that means a lot to me. But come to me too when you are happy or just when you are bored and have nothing else to do. Just a simple chat will do. Even crapping sounds fun.