One of the many reasons why I love Angel, Martin, Mannan and Leslie is because they treat me like family.
Anddd the truth may sound harsh but they don't hide stuff.
I like that:)
First we met up at Cineleisure, and I made a new friend: Eric!
So we took the bus to Great World and ate what I wanted, fishball noodles.
Told Martin about stuff and Angel kept laughing at me.
Then we had icecream at Ben&Jerry's. I GOT CHUNKEH MONKEH, BABEH.
Talked about terrorists and bombing for 20 minutes and took retarded photos with Eric's camera.
Later we hung around for awhile, got to know Eric somemore, got bubble tea and 75-ed to The Esplanade.
Walked under the dark bridge where lots of teenagers hung out at, walked past the shops and down to the underground area, where we sat to watch people do lots of cool stunts with their bikes, breakdancers, hip hop dancers and poker card freaks.
I was beginning to worry about reaching home late because Daddy kept calling, but God made a way again, and I got a lift from Angel's parents.
Days like these brighten my mood so much that it makes me grin to myself like an idiot.
Today was my breakthrough.
We're a family.
We're honest-to-god best friends.
Because you guys love me for who I am.
And when I'm wrong, you correct me, you show me how to accept other people.
They're like life skills, and I learn them in a way that's indescribable.
ALRITE BESTIE, LET'S GO TO UNCLE JOHN'S + AUNTIE ELIZA'S PLACE FOR A HAIRCUT AND GET YOUR NOTEBOOK FOR YOUR PERSONAL DIARY.
And never again will I feel this way.
Ha! I must be a retard to feel that way.
1.3.08
