Merry-go-round friends.

The spinning equipments that make you scream I'm damn dizzy! Stop!

Remember how we'd stand on the merry-go-round and let our friends spin it incredibly fast. First round, you're fine. Second round, things start to blur. Third round, you try to squint and for a moment you can see clearly but you lose it and it blurs. Fourth round, fifth, six... Everything's a blur.

By the seventh round, you scream, you want off. Your stomach's flipping over and over and you feel so damn nauseous. God, stop, please, you cry. You feel so sick, you just wanna die. One moment you can see a blur of colours, the next moment, everything's white or black.

Like the common and unfortunate friendship.

Dates.

A social appointment, engagement, or occasion arranged beforehand with another person.

The superficial people around me, those who tend to do nothing but judge what they see on the surface, love to think that you're annoying, due to the fact that you tend to try to be everywhere I am. And that when we're together, we're too much to handle.

Well, would you prefer me have someone who never was there for me? Dear, Geraldine and Dad and so many more?

Let's cook again, like we did last summer...

There are no more potato wedges in the fridge.

Because I fried them (for us) out of greed and gluttony. Good wedges they were but I'll do without them, that's for sure. Great snacks, but I shouldn't have it too much, or I'd just turn huge and, maybe, ugly (think of all the acne due to over consumption of deep-fried food).

Oh, I learnt one thing though - if Gee can cook, you (definitely) can too!