Besties ...

This is a mixed feeling post. But altogether not a sad one.

The fellowship of the three-ring is about to be broken with the upcoming nuptial of one person in the group. Broken, but only to give room to grow up. And grow separately without growing apart.

And I quote: When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

To my two besties, I will miss the dramas, the conflicts, the shoulders to cry on, the shared gossips, the whack in the head, the muffled loud giggles in the cinema, and the craziness we created.

All the best to the one who will start the journey with a new bestie. And to the other two who might've each found their own. Raise your glasses pals, let's celebrate life! *chink!*

Pics courtesy of Friendship Wallpaper

The final fellowship...

P/s: If either of you need a coffee buddy, just buzz me. I'm a sip away, unless I'm in another State or Country. Xoxo.

Weird friends ...

The last time a best friend married without telling me or even invited me to his wedding, I didn't speak to him for 6 years. He claimed he lost my mobile number -- lame isn't it when I have a leased line listed -- but there's always a way if there's enough will. Apparently there wasn't any will. It made me wonder just what kind of friends we were.

And then quite recently, I waited for another best friend to tell me something important, and then I ended up listening with the rest of the world. I hadn't been speaking to him since then. I had wanted to at least be the first one to know since we had shared so many good stories together and I thought I at least deserve that honor. Apparently there wasn't anything special about our friendship either, just an ordinary happening that doesn't merit much thought. Well what kind of friends are we anyway to treat each other so callously?

Maybe I should take a hint, yeah? That a girl and a guy cannot really be best friends, contrary to popular movie belief. That a guy will easily forget a girl best friend once he found someone to take over your place. That no matter how good a friend you are to each other, someday it will not even be worth a single memorable thing when someone or something comes in between.

I keep losing good friends. I mean, a guy and a girl they befriend each other differently. You can have a good friendship without romance getting in the way, or so I thought, but it isn't romance on our part, it's from another source entirely. Then you get the cold shoulder, the unanswered phone calls, the short and delayed text messages. It's starting.

I mean, COME ON! Give me a break!

Paranoid. I speak of no one in particular. I am just hurt that a person who calls you a best friend will just easily snub you out when you have no more use. That, and I probably should just stick to my good close girl best friends from now on. Because although it is kind of weird for a girl to befriend a guy without getting down and dirty, I might think innocently of the friendship, but he might not. 

Wait. Really? So was that it? Was it because I was so unfeeling and blind about how you feel? COME ON!!! You're just a coward.

That's it. I'm done with this BFF crap. I just wanted to be happy for my friends, if only they'll let me in on it. But damn. It's too weird now.