"we never really came apart so we can never get tgt. actually the problem behind all these problems is with our clique, it was too large and everyone didnt really stick to anyone. we just mixed around with the whole grp."

how totally true. what is the true meaning of friendship? i think i won't ever find out. it all seems so fake. so superficial.

does that mean sticking to someone when u don't have anyone else to be with? or is a friend someone whom u can depend on yet u don't care much about?

how about this:

In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In primary one, your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the washroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In primary two, your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In primary three, your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours, you left it on the bus.
In primary four, your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework that you forgotten to do the previous night.
In primary five, your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In primary six, your idea of a friend was someone who comforted you and lent their shoulder to you when you received your PSLE results.
In secondary one, your idea of a friend was the person who helped you to pass the ''love letter'' to your crush/stead.
In secondary two, your idea of a good friend was the person who comforted you when you broke up with your boy/girl friend, saying that the person is not even worth of your tears.
In secondary three, your idea of a good friend was the person who would come over to your house and help you decide on which clothes to wear on your first date, although she had her date waiting for her.
In secondary four, your idea of a good friend was the person who would help you in the "O" levels' examination when you had chicken pox and on the examination day, you recovered but your friend had the disease and had to stay home for a week.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!

that would be a perfect friend. almost too good to be true. can we still find someone who fits all of the above in this present world? i hope i will.