Zobel Street

I pedal every other day if not everyday and I pass through this street always. When I was in grade school, I'm part of those half-breed's...you know the half-bully-half-good-kid? yeah I'm one of them. And so I met the kid who lives by the house with a big big yard in this street, Zobel. She's okay, quiet and nerdy kid that time, full blooded bullies loved her, good kids envy her brains, teacher's which I call master wizards favor her.

Let me tell you something about her. She used to work at a big TV network, she's a writer, a sweet friend, and a loving daughter. I know a 30 year old who doesn't give shit about his parents, never gives partial amount of his salary, and cheats on his girlfriend. She's the exact opposite. Why I compared her to a dude? I don't know, I just can't think of any my friends who's like that. My girl friends are sweet, real friends, real people.

Her love with her parents and friends can be immortalized with words, If this blog site crash for good, then oops! I'm lying, and it can't be immortalized with broken tech words. I am proud that she is my friend.