Sunday, July 07, 2002

and since I am in the mood to write...figure I shall attempt to recover my say I lost on Friday. It was frustrating to lose those as a lot had been said...and I always believe that a repeat is never the same. Anyway, it was about the value of friendship...

In our lifetime, many people cross our paths. So often, they come and they go. Some acquaintances remain as that and some become friends. It is such a generic word. You have the friend who sends you a wedding card to remind you of his/her existence, the friend who calls once a year for a festive gathering, the friend who calls you every few months to catch up, the friend who is also your colleague or ex colleague and talks only about work, the friend who calls you almost everyday to share his/her life and the friend who tells you what goes into the diary, the friend who becomes an acquaintance and the friend who is "sorry, I dun remember but what's your name again"? I mean it is tough. We all get disappointed and hurt when sincerity, emotions and so much time spent in a friendship, hoping that it will be everlasting, result in alas, back to being acquaintances. Nothing we can do if people dun feel the same way as you do. Hence, reciprocation is important. Also, think about it - only if your emotion is stirred thru a rollercoaster ride, then that is what I call a "Friendship". I believe we all will find it...just takes time, all of it.

I also wonder what it means when one claims to have a best friend. Almost 15 years ago, my dad said to me "You are only your own best friend, no one else". My dad was trying to be a father. While it seemed rather exaggerated and extreme then, thru the years and all of my experiences, I have become more conscious of this liner. What do you do when your friend becomes increasingly elusive with every phonecall, every email, every meeting....you end up hanging out with your alter-ego and because only you, yourself know exactly how you feel, you end up having to make decisions on your own, despite advice from friends (which can frustratingly differ as well) at times. With this, perhaps, my dad was right. I will only know for certain when I lay, taking my last breath.

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