so here we are. well, here i am, really.
decided that i’d ditch blogger. all of you should know that i am becoming more and more disapproving to sell-out things. and blogger is one of them.
past warning: i was, am and will be eccentric.
’nuff said.

(i won’t spoil the surprise so u come tell me what my blog really is this time. and please do drop comments. no more tagboards!)

friends. or not friends?
the word is very highly subjective. [then again, which word in the dictionary isn't?]
one moment i thought i found friends, the next i realised i was still all alone, the way i started out.
maybe it is my fault. maybe it’s not. i don’t play the blame game.

what is a friend?
someone who talks to you because you have a common ground?
someone who talks to you and continues doing so regardless of situations?
someone who takes notice of you only when you’re needed?
someone who sticks by you, have lunch with you, have sleepovers with you, talk 24/7 on the phone with you?
someone down the street…?

I just – I wish I knew.
I’m not going to be all melancholic now, but I just can’t help but wonder.
Will I fit in somewhere?
Will I be an additional member somewhere and be someone’s friend at the end of ONE day?

Don’t tell me it’s all going to be okay.
I know I’ve got you readers as my friends. I do do do.
It’s just really strange how much harder it is to GET friends in the thing called university.
Yes sure I talk to people, even though not many – but they’re one-lecture acquaintances.
They are classmates. Not friends. Oops. What IS a friend?

What I’ve said in the past have come ringing true at a final last.
What is the truth?
What is certain?
What things are defined and undefined?
What am I?
Where do I truly belong?

And I seriously thought I’m going to be the next Rupert Murdoch – ‘a citizen of the world’.