(Saturday, December 18, 2004)
if life is like a game, friends are the power-players of the game, good friends that is. the influencial ones that control how the game flows and they will determine whether you win the battle or vice versa.
however, like the game, these power-players can come and go without your control. one minute they're your ally, and the other minute they might turn their back against you (not to mention stab you a few times) or they're just gone/dead. i've made a lot of friends and foes in my life. everyone of them made me a better person as i journey through life as much as i love or loathe them. each of them earn the my respect as either a worthy associate or an honourable adversary.
as much as blows are exchanged during rivalries, these honorable opposition has never been a shameful dispicable low-down bastard whose defination of pride, if it could be transformed in numbers, is of negative integer. some pridless obnoxious pussy launched a personal attack on me through my friend. i'm going to lose the best person i've ever known in life very soon. what am i going to do? buy some pop corns, sit down and let him blast me willingly and not to mention say sorry because my friend is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
p/s - cibai-pig-fuckin-shameless-slut if you're reading this, please feel good about yourself now cause i'm just gonna let you bring me 6 feet under.
1:18 AM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
