Not talking about the ultimate evildoer questing for world domination, nor Neo of the Matrix (honestly, although I liked the concept of the movies, I found it draggy…. ). Nor am I referring to significant other halfs. Not your girlfriend or boyfriend.
I meant, your best friend. You know, the one who knows all your crap and still stands up for you. The one who you have known since forever. The one whom you have a connection so true, there is no need for general courtesy to maintain that bond. The one who cares for you no matter what shit you get into. The mom you wished you had. The sister you always wanted. The brother from a different mother. The twin you met again.
The one with whom you share truths you’ve both never told anyone else. The one you trust to keep their mouths shut. The one who gets pissed off when you spill and just as quickly, forgives you.
The one who doesn’t laugh at you, but with you. Shares your ups and downs. The one whom you don’t feel the need to tell everything about your day, but the one who has the patience to listen (and actually pay attention and comprehend, unlike yours truly…. Hey, blame it on my short attention span problem alright! >. Now that I’ve got the polite niceties out of the way, the reason I begun this post, was to state my observation on the Ones.
Oh don’t lie. Don’t tell me all your friends are equal and are all your best friends. Be honest. There’s the tight-knit group you refer to as your brothers, your sisters. And then there’s one you call your old friend, the childhood best friend, who somehow lasted til today. Both are special in their own ways, and I don’t treat them any differently. I love them both in all their unique charm.
Now, in most besties that I’ve seen, there is bound to be the pretty one, and the toad. Or the brains, and the brawn. Or the outrageous one, and the shy one. Or the fat one, and the lean one. You know what I mean, total opposites of each other.
Take me for instance. I am unable to speak a single Chinese dialect without stuttering, or sounding like a friggin foreigner; while my girl friend (also my adoptive mom) is able to speak several tongues at ease.
Oh and did I mention? She’s engaged to be married this weekend, and I’m…..
Single. Not jealous. Not raging. Not jealousssssss.
She also has Pantene perfect hair that grows a mile a month and mine is frizzy and retarded. She has killer curves and I have…. Uhm. Muscles. Yes, muscles.
OK, so I lie. She’s the one with the killer curves as well as the build of an MMA chick. I’m the one who attempted to pick up muay thai, she’s the one with the painful punch. Yipes.
Fine la she’s physically perfect, the total opposite of me. I’m a bag of bones with natural polka dots on my legs.
Not jealoussssssssssss. Really. Not. Jealous.
When we go for karaoke, she sings classic canto songs, while I sing English rock songs. But we don’t care and we just laugh together about it.
Ah.
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