bespwen

i know i haven't written anything for a long time in this blog, then i got inspired after a visit from one of my best friends. i have had gained so many best friends in my life. so, this one is dedicated to all best friends in the world. but it's about one particularly "makulit" bespwen.

i'm not the type of person who writes or calls my friends regularly, but it's amazing how we can always pick up where we left off. it's like we weren't ever apart for a long time at all. even though it doesn't always turn out to be good.

i could still remember how we became best friends like it was yesterday, and it's kinda funny how it happened. we started as trainees for an IT company in june 1999. there were 40 of us and we were divided into groups of four. she belonged to the group in front of us. however, she kept joining our group during the lectures. i didn't understand it back then. now i know, that it's because i'm this very charming person who she wanted to be her best friend. :D

anyway, so this "makulit", never-runs-out-of-energy girl comes with me everywhere i go. she goes with me for cigarette breaks even if she doesn't smoke. she pesters me with boylet issues, with poems (mine or hers), and weirdly with my "good" singing of cranberries' dreams. it was almost crazy, specially the part about my singing. i was already thinking that maybe she's a lunatic-stalker-type of girl (which later on i learned to be true *lol*). then, the craziest of things happened...

one day, one of her best friends (a guy, who i found very cute) visited her. it was just after lunch and i was on my way back to the training room. then, she stopped me and introduced me to him. she said, "ito nga pala ang best friend ko dito" (this is my best friend here.) well, being the nice and sweet girl that i am, i couldn't deny it and make her lose face. so i nodded, and shook the cute guy's hand. and that became a binding contract. poor me!

now, i invited her to my home. fed her and all. then what does she do? spill out the pre-husband-secrets (read: embarassing moments) to my hubby. she's so, so bad. now, he has weapons against me. argh!

if only i had not signed that contract. now, if there's a way to cancel the contract between best friends, i don't have to do things, like:
* weeping or panicking when calling at odd hours;
* listening to incessant tales about other people, boys, or life's endless questions;
* crying and bearing my heart out about my sad pathetic life;
* hearing things that are painful to hear, even if they are the truth; or
* doing a lot of other things i still couldn't figure why best friends do (like "dance, dance revolution"!)

so you see, best friends are really painfully the best!