I’m bored.

So, I decided to blog. Have been traversing across the world of Modblog and found a few blogs which has pretty neat designs, witty posts, and the like. I so shake, stutter and humble myself before them.

I forgot to put up this notice, so here goes:

OMG 1000 VISITORS OMG

Haha, I’m sure those numbers aren’t really the correct amount of unique visitors (since I myself, well, refresh my own blog), but ah well. What a milestone, I’m so proud.

I noticed that I’ve been blogging mainly on my daily activities, and I’m sure to other visitors who are strangers to me most probably would not know what I’m talking about, hooting about, shout gleefully about, or whine about.

So I guess I’ll talk a bit about friends. Yeah, common topic, universal, ubiquitous. I have been thinking about various things that I did not put into words (most of these from either when I’m in the bathroom or in my bed).

I have this friend whom I thought was my best buddy. I was going through a weird teenage phase, so I got pretty much attached to him since we share similar interests, and since he just got back from a foreign country, he was open about everything. And so, I pretty much confided my troubles with him, and his problems with me.

As the years progress, I visited his house less frequently, till one day he cooked up a fag in front of me. He smoked. He was in this clique or gang or whatever, and I was nonetheless shocked. I guess I was swayed a little, since he was my best buddy and all (or so I claimed), and got tempted to try it out. Which I didn’t.

I don’t know, but I soon visited his house even less frequently than ever, and we soon stopped contacting each other. Till now I’m wondering why – and yes, we do communicate with each other occasionally via MSN and SMS – that I just stopped talking to him suddenly. I dunno, it was something that I should be able to figure out, but being the dust of the universe, you tell me.

Through my early teenage phase of life, I got excited when I got new friends, especially elder ones. I remembered being so proud (with childish euphoria) and told a friend, “Hey! Made a new friend with a senior today :D”. (As I type this I’m smacking my forehead.)

Till now, I hold friends dear to me. And in fact, at times, even more than my own family – which I know, is wrong.

I made a new friend this year, and slowly we got close and hanged out with one another which I didn’t really expect that we could just, well, hook that quickly. I treasure and value that. I’m not the type that could go around chatting up with strangers about the sky, the moon, oh-how-is-your-school?, the weather, your canine pet. Even to friends around me, I find myself debating in my own freaking mind what I should speak out, instead of lashing it out without thinking. Oh I’m trying to improve on that social aspect.

There was this recent newspaper item in which the reader said that, his/her friend has this weird philosophy of friendship: you get close with that particular person, and if for some reason the friendship dies away (lack of communication, etc), he/she moves on with a new one.

I don’t think I can do that. Or have I already done that?

This being the Internet, I guess I can just blabber whatever I want. I had issues on sexuality, researched, and finally concluded that these stupid “unstable hormones” (can’t they just stay stable, dammit) can drive anyone crazy (I got wrecked, depressed, suicidal before), and I am well, me. I’m me. Boku wa boku da yo.

I find myself knitting up a few (real life) friendships via MSN, and to that dude who created the Internet, you’re magnificent. Sometimes I feel disconnected with my friends when I’m kinda like isolated ‘cause I don’t have any good footballing skills. =/

And here are my two personal pictures of me and my friends. =) The first pic – which has been made as the logo of my blog – is simply stunning. Second pic, with a renewed friend in Joe just because we craved extensively about flying to Australia. XD

Oh, and drop a comment. Your opinions. I’d love to hear ‘em out, be it just another stranger or someone I know.