Monday, August 21, 2006
this is the 3rd entry for the day.
and its
taken from bro's blog.i don't know why i keep ranting.
but i can't stop.
this has got to do it ;
this has got to remind me.=
Today im going to talk about my friend, whom i endearingly call Leng zai.
I call my friend an idiot all the time, because she is one. She had a relationship with this rich girl. I thought the rich girl was nice, but then i realised she's just like every other rich girl i've met.
She's no good.
(surprise, surprise.)
So my friend breaks up with this rich girl, after some unforeseen circumstances (like the rich girl deciding to fall back into the arms of a man. You know, penis.) and such.
So said friend is sad and torn because she loves rich girl but rich girl seems to have only been fucking around with her heart. So my friend takes pills and ends up in hospital. See, that's why my friend is always called an idiot. But of course, if it was my stead who traded my heart for a penis i would probably commit manslaughter and then stangle the whore with the testicles i cut off and spend my life in jail carving her name on the wall in hate in a straightjacket.
but that's me.
See, now said friend is being an idiot again. She spends the night at rich girl's home, and rich girl bats her eyelashes, flicks her hair and is all pitiful, and asks my friend to have another relationship with her. She says she's in it for real this time. (I'm sure she's always in it, for real. Something's always in her, anyway.)
As much as i call my friend an idiot, i love my friend. She's a close friend, who has made her idiotic mistakes, but come on, she's paid for it in due. Now she's trying to resist rich girl's advances but she's not too good with girls and boobs and all that jazz. They make her unclear and i'm afraid she might make the wrong decision.
Like i said, rich girl is no good.
No good for my friend, because
1) i don't like her, but that's me.
2) she stepped all over my friend.
3) she was the reason my friend got her stomach pumped.
4) My friend was probably, never the same after her relationship with this rich girl.
5) If rich girl loved her so much, my friend wouldn't be so emo now.
I'm coming up with five good reasons, but i'm sure they're enough.
My friend is now treading on thin ice; i've given her the warnings, i've given her all the knowledge i know against such incubus. But my friend has to be determined, has to be cold and strong to fend this incubus off.
She has to remember all her past experiences; all her past relationships.
If rich girl can hurt her once so badly;
she can do it again.
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