Long one! A very long one ahead! (=

Okay. So yes. I decided it's worth writing about this all over again. Yes. It happened yet again. There I was mid way writing a rather long entry, and then it went poof! Just like that. Sigh. There you have it. One of those little, minute trivial irritating things in life. Hmm.

I had a heart to heart with a friend this past week. I couldn't be more glad it happened the way it did. A question of fate perhaps; of meant-to-be-ness. (was reading The Three Fates lah) So yes. That, and extremely long rides in the bus got me wondering. About this peculiar thing called friendships.

I know for a fact, that I've got only a handful of people I can call up anytime for any particular reason. I do know that. I've also come to realise that perhaps, I do have a phobia of the term "best friends" or "besties" as it has been more so, used as such.

Or maybe it's cos I don't quite believe in it. I don't know. I've thought of it before. Many a times actually. Or maybe that's just it! That trust issue, which sucks so bad, mind you. Yes, I'll admit. I do put up a guard I suppose. Even when I'm around people I should technically be letting loose with. Even so.

Reminds me of Bio. How through past experiences, you're actually able to conjure up your very own "reaction plan" should it happen to you once more. Like for example you've been attacked by a wild dog, possibly infected with rabies. You'd probably shriek in fear at the sight of an emaciated dog the next time, right? So I guess it works that way, for other aspects too.

What I do know however, is that I do have a number of people I'd consider as my good friends. Are they on the same par as a "best friend" just without the title? No, they're not. But still good all the same. Maybe even great. True, especially.

Another thing I know, is that more often than not, the term "best friend" is simply a label. A label for your own security, like a gurantee. Sounds far from the way it's supposed to sound right? All menacing and fishy with a hidden agenda. I know. But well, to each his (or in this case, her) own, yes?

To me, I think holding on to the label "best friend" brings about unnecessary preassure to "perform as expected" of one. Don't you think it's true? Or at least admit there's some truth in there?

It's like there'll probably be this soft voice whispering "but is that what a best friend should do?", that kind of thing, every now and then. No, this does not mean, that come the title, you ought to do without the unwritten rules and rewrite your own set as and when you wish. I mean come on! Stuff like dating your best friend's ex is definitely a no-no and will always be so. I doubt that will ever change.

It's a good thing too, this soft whispering voice, I agree. Cos it let's us see where this will take us and stuff. Choices have consequences. That eventually, we're the ones who make the decisions, yada yada yada...

But well. I think the label ends up doing more harm than good.

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So anyways, the past few days went by in quite a flurry. Let's see... Wednesday, the 16th. It was the booster session! Man, brought back memories of those very memorable 3 days, of course. Missed all the humour especially!

Caught The Exorcism of Emily Rose with Clara, despite all the AKLTG (Adam Khoo Learning Technologies Group) trainers commenting what a horrible movie it was. I suppose I was kind of disappointed. I expected so much more gore and to be really really spooked. But, you know, if you belief you'll be spooked, then I say spook on baby! Hah. I slept through some parts of it though. Whoops.

Thursday, met up with Melissa around 7.30. Initially intended to watch Harry Potter. Hah. Wishful thinking, man! Bought tickets for Oliver Twist at Century Square instead. It was, I must say quite dry but a classic's still a classic. (=

Headed on for dinner at TM's Pizza Hut. STUPID SHIT. It's so friggin' obvious that it was prepared, likely a million years ago, stuffed in the fridge and when someone orders it, thrust into the microwave oven and ta-da!! Your pasta is served! Convenient eh?

Melissa was peeved enough to take out her finishing eyeliner and vent it all out on.... the poor poor plate! Haha. It was pretty funny actually. She being the arty farty person that she is, even wrote it with such... elegance if I do say so myself. (=

"The food sucks! Taste it yourself! But the drink's not bad lah."

My god. Was in a state of pure glee and amusement. Haha. When we peroceeded to pay the bill, the guy was all, "Um, would you like to fill up a feedback form?". HAHAHA.

Oh yeah. We took neoprints too! For the fun of it. I can't recall the last time I took neoprints actually. Most likely on Sports Day with all the Bogae people. Did stupid poses and stuff. Hilarious.

Friday, 18th, yesterday! Was quite a busy day actually. Flying about here and there, rush here, rush there! Managed to get through the IC crap within an hour. Which is quite long. Considering I already have the photo. But Counter Woman 1 said it was okay. But Counter Woman 2 said NO. So after waiting for a good half an hour for my turn, I had to get out of the queue, take my photo, which is UGLY BTW, then go back to her. =/

So after that, rushed home, took a quick bath, got ready and out again! Cabbed to Mud's house. I see everyone was settled right in. Very comfortably so, in fact. I am still clueless as to why they find it incredibly amusing to poke fun at me! I doubt I'm that fun to pick at. Doubt I'm that ... pokeable...? Right? SIGH.

Went to a few houses then ended up slacking at Najib's. It was nice. Catching up and stuff. Man, did I miss you guys! Najib's so tall. Mud lost a lot of weight. Mariam's getting impossibly taller. Aniszah couldn't make it though! Sadly.

So in the end, it was just Jib, Zai, Mar and I. Slacked or lepak-ed, as a better term, cos all we did was really just lie down/chill on the sofa/carpet and talked and talked and talked. I very nearly feel asleep. The mood was just too comfortable lah!

We only left Najib's place around 12.30...? Mar took a cab home while Zai and I shared one. The taxi was nice too! The right temperature and after Zai got off, the silence! God the silence!! It was rather therapeutic. Naturally, I fell asleep soon after.

Hah. Thank god it 's Singapore and not America where chances are, I'd probably be mugged, raped, then stabbed for convenience sake and left to die and wallow in misery at the corner of some ulu street. OR.... In true Desperate Housewives style, chopped up then stuffed in a toy box and flung into the river. Oh Thank God!!

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Today. My sister came over with some super coolio drama and so she's staying over for a couple of days. Tales of a Psycho Mother Part II. Super entertaining, really. Go catch it! (=

Guess that's all then. Ciao babes!