hmmm... here i am again.. i just love to write here now.. since my poetry notebook is still with someone else, and i made a new ntbk but i can't seem to start writing in it, i'll just let my time pass away writing here in xanga for the time-being. anyway... so, what could i write about today..?

a friend.. a word so easily worn out, sometimes even taken for granted. what does one do to find a "perfect" friend---or does that person even exist? sometimes, it's so hard to find a friend, especially in a new environment. at first, it would be so hard trying to fit in, and believe me, it is. but as time passes by,  people get a bit more comfortable with each other. they loosen up a bit and be a bit more frank with you. sometimes, you would encounter those so-called "friends" of yours that hang-around you ONLY when you have some sort of service for them. it really sucks that you keep doing good for them, and after you do that particular deed, they would treat you like some sort of crap that needs to be scraped of the pavement.

real friends are the one that really hang around. they stick to you like glue. and i don't mean creepy people that hang around you. those are stalkers. hahaha! you know, there are only a handful of people that i know that i can consider real friends. the people that don't treat me like crap. the people dont leave my side, especially when i needed them the most.

i can count those kind of people i know with my right hand.. some are also good, yet, not the one's qualified to be "real". i know you guys also have friends that can be "real", you just haven't found the time to look for them--- or better yet, notice them. maybe look around the corner, you'd see them. or take a look at your cellphone, you might read a message from them asking "how are you?", it's those simple things that really count.

you might think that there's no one in this world that still cares about you, when you've think you've already given up, smile, then say, "i'll find you yet.." then that person my just come around and knock on your door.. -Michael Roy Reyes