Yakking my head off. (That doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I was Yakki ;] )

Friday, May 09, 2008

The afternoon with Yakki REPORT:

:] I don't know if Yakki will believe me, but I really did enjoy the afternoon. We walked up to Honeyleth's house (please tell me I spelled her name right) to ask for help to find us a Good News area. On the way, we spotted this bloodied man. We were scared to even go on walking. But we were more scared to stop and turn around because they might come after us, or something. We couldn't really understand what happened, but we think it had something to do with the guy with the bottle in his hand that we saw as went on the way the bloody guy came from.

Okay, so we didn't really get to find a place for Good News. We spent the afternoon chatting. Not really on my part, since I listened a lot to their City High chika (they're classmates), but I did a lot of questions. Yakki thought I was devastatedly bored and felt out of place, but no, I didn't. I lvoed listening to their bizarre, though fun, stories. I really liked being with them too. Honeyleth was such a down-to-earth-person, and though she wasn't really sociable, she was friendly enough, but not really chatty with me, which is really decent, anyway. And then I've alwys like Yakki even if she can give off the intimidating, maldita vibe, you can really feel her being honest with you. She was shocked to find out that Sam and I fight. What, just because she's Miss Fabulous, does that mean I have to kick myself down for her to step on?

People don't understand my "friendship" with Sam. Well, I don't either, actually. Maybe people would rule the possibilities that we're best friends, because we do see each other every single day, but I always tell them we aren't, so maybe they think na nagpapa-under ako sa kanya. I've known Sam for two years, and we've been seatmates and closer since I got more active in church for a year. I can say I know a lot about her, and she knows, I think, a lot more about me than I think she does. I do love her, and we have been really close friends, as we sympathize about all the common stuff and all.

I therefore deem my theory correct, that everyone deserves a chance to be special. Not only because of them being brilliant, pretty, smart, or rich, or whatever have you. They deserve a chance to be special, even if all you see are the negative things, because there's always going to be something that will be worth loving. There are a million things, a million reasons, but the way they are different for everyone is what makes them special. I also support this with the fact that Christ said that if we love Him, we should show that love to others for Him.

I rest my case.