Therapy?

"You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by."

I wouldn’t say I left my heart in Seremban… oh maybe I will. To make the past month totally insignificant I’ll just summarise it in a sentence. Passed my finals, went back for a really relaxing Chinese New Year, rocked out at the Muse concert, moved out of Seremban for good, and moved into Batu Pahat, loose wiring and all. Started the surgical posting not on the wrong foot but neither does it seem right at first… and in the meantime blogs get ignored.

In that time I’ve found the time to watch, of all movies, Talladega Nights: The Legend of Ricky Bobby. And while the concept of "shake and bake" escapes me, what it essentially means is that two best friends knock fists to reaffirm that yes, they are best friends. BFF.

Through the years I’ve forgotten who my BFF is. And though the image of Will Farrell and John C. Reilly knocking fists is far and away from what best friends should be symbolised by, I think you get what I mean.

Yeah I do have memberships in several gangs (some renewed yearly), my groupmates and batchmates who I work with, people who I share lunch and dinnertime with, friends who I bitch to when I need some ranting done, or a handful (ok two hands full) of really close friends who I tell the gamut to.

My old friend has this friend classification system whereby the closeness of a friend is directly proportionate to the amount of money he is willing to lend and the time allowed to repay the debt. If only I could classify things just as easily. He/she’d have to do all the things above I’ve mentioned, lend money, not expect a return, and still be able to run a marathon with me. Or for me, if I’m lazy.

So in the meantime, while I adjust to the funny weather and insane drivers from Batu Pahat, there is an opening for a BFF right now. To my past BFFs, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, we’ve had our days in the sun and fooh, some of them were really good. But the moment I bitch to 12 different people I realise that I don’t have a specific current BFF to lock in all my frustrations. And I don’t have a "1st person to call" for whenever I, say, kena lottery or kena saman.

So, yes, opening for BFF. Available. I’ll share my entire DVD and CD collection. You can watch and listen till your eyes and ears bleed. I’ll make you fruit juice smoothies and force you to diet with me. I want you to tell me I’m a slob and not pull any punches, in fact, punch me in the gut if I behave like a parasite. Shake and bake, baby.

So you wanna be my BFF?