Just felt like posting something other than what I had forgotten what to write about earlier.
And no, this wasn’t what I had wanted to write. I still haven’t recalled it.
Whatever it was.
Sometimes I feel that some friendships are like cakes.
Why? I wonder if anyone thinks this way:
Cuz you see all over the surface of the cake is cream, right? No matter how you cut the cream in half divide, do whatever to set it apart in whatever way, in the end when you lump it all together you don’t see any gaps. The cream will stick itself back together.
That’s the outer layer.
But as you go deeper, into the inner layer into the actual cake itself, imagine cutting it in half. Imagine doing whatever you did to the cream and break it, set it apart.
When you put it back together…
It doesn’t meld together anymore.
Even if it was just a small crack, it will never again regain its original shape in one piece.
The pieces will stay, well, pieces.
You can try to arrange them back into order and then spread the cream thickly all over to hide the fact that the cake has been cut but while on the outside the cake looks like it’s a one piece, it breaks into pieces again when a time comes when you have to dig deeper past the cream.
On the other hand, there ARE some friendships that are like chocolates. ^^
There’s nothing on the surface, and when you break it, well it breaks. But if you grip it tightly enough, the chocolate will melt and be one piece again.
Which type of friendship are you in? XD
LOL.
Though I wonder if anyone can make any rational sense out of what I’m talking about. ^^;
6 comments:
Chocolates...^.^
like shit can?
sticky also...
but can't melt lah~
hohoho~
hahaahahaha
ck
nice description.....
we are like shit man...hahaha
ws: yaman...i know sure u wil like it de...
LW: sorry o...你的post太令人想入非非了...
haha....so funny ah...but shit also will lost the water in it and become pieces again loh..but i like the description....cholate shit..wakaka...XD
this salty fish and ck. you both should learn to keep your thoughts and comments to yourselves. ling wei's piece of pure, original, pollution-free writing kena contaminated by your disgusting thoughts edi. and she's too human to delete your comments.
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