When a friend is in trouble,

Do you lend a helping hand?

Or you dont really give a damn, but you appear oh-so-worried?

Maybe you thing they are a nuisance,

And act like you dont care.

When someone gossips about another you know,

Do you stand up for them?

Or join in the gossip,

Maybe you don't even bother to do anything.

When your friends does something wrong,

Do you encourage them to do otherwise?

Or maybe you encourage them to go further to the shit-hole.

Maybe you just roll your eyes.

When your friends gets something good.

Do you utter a compliment?

Or maybe you just get jealous. Then proceeds to show off that you can do better (indirectly of course)

Maybe you just don't want to know.

When your friend is down,
Do you do anything to make them feel better?

Or maybe you just get sick of them, you want to find other friends, but you decide to just pretend to be oh-so-worried about them.

Maybe you just walk away.

Friends can be so complicated. I personally feel I'm not good enough of a friend. I have offended numerous people, and counting. I'm also pretty biased (who isn't anyway). I have never talked on the phone for more than 30 minutes with my friends (except my primary school ones).

These past few weeks, my friends and I have experienced sweet and bitter experiences. From cuddling under umbrellas together to late night gacktfan chatting to the not so pleasant ones. Good friends doesnt necessarily have to be in the same cliques.

I don't have the I-call-you daily routine. I tell my mum about this kind of stuff. But when I do, she uses them in lectures like I have very little friends cause my attitude sucks yadda yadda. I have been squabbling with my sis for the past few days too. I know my attitude sucks, I'm trying to change it.

FRISCO (Its sucky! 2 min drawing pai seh)

Zany is killing me. I'm super duper excited. SUPER. Hell I don't even know how to get to east coast! DIEDIE (but still very excited)

So many friends,

So hard for me,

Because all those I love

Are all in different cliques.

So many individuals,

That I love.

Those words I say,

I don't really mean it.

I love my friends,

Even if they hate me.

Oh man, I caught the Melissa-blogging-syndrome.

I can't really connect with my friends you know. I really envy my sis, she can like, tell how long her armpit hair is to her friends (okay not really but you get what I mean).

And I cant even bother to pick up the phone to call anyone. I think thats my problem- I dont freaking care to much.

I saw this cool thing in the internet:

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse, God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

National Friendship week is round the corner! (3rd of August *cough cough*). This post is NOT emo okay.

Was stoning for the whole recess till I decided to snap out of the -dang-i-screwed-it mood.

Pinched a short while for this entry. Just wanna say...