Greetings, visitor!
I'm redesigning the template for this blog for my big sister, Elaine. I guess my main goal here is that she can invite her bestest best friend, Erika, to come blog with her (if it's possible) here.
So, yeah, I'm just setting things up here.
And please, excuse the dust and glitches.
Sincerely,
Lance Anderson
The birds are chirping, winds blowing and trees dancing. I stroll around the park- alone, waiting for someone to accompany me. I eat and walk, munching my Ritz Bits off my fingers, and I start to drink a can of coke, to make myself satisfied.
I observe the people around me, waiting to greet me whenever they pass by. Instead of greeting or bowing, they roll their eyes at me. As if I'm such a piece of dirt, a dust from the ground. They don't know the danger coming nearby.
Suddenly, someone shouts my name-- breathing heavily- panting, "Mandy! Mandy!". I stopped short, heart throbbing in my chest, I was nervous, terrified, but I was wrong- I turned around to see who called my name with a croaking but alert voice. "Uuugh, it's only you." I said, holding my hands up to my chest to stop my nervousness, it was only Clarisse, my best friend. We are best friends since nursery and I'm glad to have her until now.
"Could you please stop whining?" I snapped, barely looking at Clarrise's eye, I was annoyed, completely beginning to start lecturing my best friend for being such a jerk- letting me wait for an hour in a fine autumn day, making me finish my favorite snack before she arrives and for shouting my name loudly, it looks like somebody died in the middle of a fine autumn morning.
"Why do you have to be so annoyed Mandy?" she replied back, making me feel guilty for scolding her. "It ain't just nothing, it's a very important situation and I need YOU to come with me." She stated with her legs aching from running around the park just to find me, I suddenly thought that I might have been too harsh to her. I come towards her and said, "Hey, hey, don't get mad, okay?, I'll come with you, okay? I'm sorry". I braced her, and laughed at myself, making myself look crazy in front of her so that she would smile and be nice to me again. Clarisse looked at me with sharp eyes and stayed like that for a few seconds. Then she laughed and snorted "You look like you've been hit by a bullet in the head aye?." She laughed so hard that her laugh sounds like a weird laugh- you know, from a clown or a circus player.
"Oh, am I?" I said, gritting my teeth, clenching my fists, turning my fingers into rolled ones, my way of escaping my embarrassment. But I'm so thrilled to be nice again. "Oh you stupid whore". Clarisse said snottily, our jokes may look dirty, but it feels funny to hear them. It's our way of exchanging jokes.
"Let's go now shall we?." Clarisse said, getting serious. "It's really important buddy." She retorted. "Is it really THAT important?" I said, narrowing my eyes on her. I feel like I'm being a lazy gal. But then again, I should listen to her.
"By the way Clarisse, you never told me where we're headed.", I said, getting curious. "You were in a hurry when you came here, but when we go to that place, you're saying, your gestures seem calm and normal. Really. Like there's no event being held on right now and there are no people involved or are waiting for us. She stopped, didn't look at me, then grabbed my hand then I was shocked to see sprinting feet, I catch up her pace and ran with her, towards the Cherry Blossom trees, along the autumn leaves, and the benches. People start to look at us with curiousness, but steady eyes, they thought that two people were running for their lives because they were being chased by cops- but their thoughts are all wrong.
"We have been running for 30 minutes, buddy." I complained, I am so tired, my lungs are bursting for air. Panting, breathing hard. We have been sprinting around the streets of Radem, in the middle of Madagascar. It's about time to stick to what's trendy- "traveling a lot". Clarisse stopped, her face red with tiredness, wet with sweat. She mustv'e been doing the "running-type" overactingly that's why her cheeks are so red. "We're here." Clarisse said, taking out a huge towel out of her backpack. I forgot to express Clarisse's physical identities- and mine too. I had blonde hair and green- almond eyes, with geeky glasses that run through my eyebrows up to the under of my eyelashes. I wore a sweater with floral decorations, a scarf, an Adidas-Jeremy Scott shoes and a "The North Face" backpack. Clarisse's features are dark browned hair, with gray eyes and a sleek chin, with chubby cheeks and a slender figure. She wore khaki shorts, a long-sleeved blouse with a vest and an Jansport bag. She wears her hair in a bun, and she wears piercing- lots of them.
It may sound weird to others, it may sound sweet to everyone I know and who knows me, it may seem like a drama to unfamiliar people but let's face it. You buddies had this gift before, and is spreading. This gift-- the most precious of all, will be the most memorable. Some may have gone to another country or city, others have went to the farthest place you ever knew. But you're still in touch with them. I keep thanking myself I was born and I keep thanking God that He had given me this gift I will forever keep-- My ever-dearest Friends who, in turn, looks after me, cares for me, worries for me and helps me when I'm in need. We may have conflicts, troubles, arguments but it all fades after a day or two. But we continue to laugh and have fun. Remember the day when you first met your first friend? That's the kind of thing you can call as "friendship". I always tell my friends that friendship starts when you talk to each other- whether it's a common thing you both like, or a random but funny stuff. You start as acquaintances, but you get together fine. You both laugh and stare awkwardly at first but you get to shout and slap her in the arm when you both get to be so close. I remember when I was in Pizza Hut eating with my friends, some of us aren't really close like my other friends but I realized we all had the same thing thinking about. We all are having fun. As we eat and laugh and shout, we all did had a great time. That's the kind of thing I like. Frankly speaking, I choose my friends carefully, especially in boys. I know. Because boys these days are difficult to find especially in attitude. Luckily, for me, I had boy friends who are nice and can accept that I laugh weirdly- like a cabinet opening. HAHAHA. I continuously thank my friends for accepting me for who I am. I may have lost some friends because of conflicts, but they return to me safely, it may be awkward now, but we still have that spark that makes us friends. Sometimes I regret being mad at them because their a jerk, but I forget all about that stupid stuff and move on. We all make mistakes, I say, we're all people, and we're all not perfect. Everybody is unique in their own way. I say. Since I love my friends a lot, I don't want to lose them anymore. I want to hang out with them more than in the past.
Being a Senior is a hard obstacle, I experience hardships and stress. But thankfully, my friends are by my side. They help me when I need assignments, they help me when I'm in trouble. I don't ever forget to pay back everything they've done to me. So now, as I write this not-so long blog, I want to make people open their eyes and see the truth that friendship comes first before material stuff. It (material stuff) may fade gradually but friendship doesn't. Friendship might have troubles along the way but it ain't temporary. Face the reality that having a friend by your side is the most greatest gift you ever had. And don't say you regret having one, because if one day you're all alone, you will end up finding a friend and if you haven't found one, it's all your fault. So don't waste your time arguing with your friends and thinking their such jerks blocking in your way. They're just helping you to be a better person. They are our guides, our walls to lean on, our helpers. So don't forget to thank them. Because I will cry in front of them when I graduate and I'll say "Thank you for everything." I will miss my friends. I will miss them a lot. And if the times comes, I will meet them again and I'm glad they're still there to comfort, laugh with, have fun with, help with me whenever I want to. I don't take them for granted, I keep them as precious stones, I don't usually leave them when I'm finding new friends, I'm not actually finding new friends but I'm encountering on new ones. And I have been adding new ones lately. That's a good thing.
Don't ever take for granted your friends, because one day when you're too busy collecting stones, you might have lost a diamond because of your business finding new ones. Don't make yourself forget them. Because they don't usually forget you. That's it. Sorry if my statements were somehow long. But it's a lesson and a memory I'll keep.
