Got Friends?

It's been almost one year since I sadly departed all my beloved friends back home. But honestly, that day when I left seems to feel like yesterday. I still remember the tears that I shed at the airport, and the company of family and friends surrounded me before I said my final goodbye. Yes, it was a moment of pain and joy all mixed together. A moment that I could still feel the shiver in my body when I was hugged, and the taste of saltiness in my throat.

Since then, I was able to connect to friends and family via phone and Internet. Thanks to the modern technology that I am able to know what's going on with those whom I dearly love (although sometimes, it's wonderful to receive a snail mail for a change...get it?). At first, the phone calls and emails were more frequent, but slowly, they are disappearing from your life and you wonder whether Friend A, or B, or A to Z, are still alive. I guess that's the price to pay when you abandon your sisterhood.

Fortunately, the social butterfly in me is capable in making friends. Honestly speaking, I have no problem talking to strangers (no, I'm not just a slut, but a friendly slut) and knowing what they do for fun (literally!) and how the hell they manage to do 18 units per semester while having a full time job. Despite all my charm and super-friendly personality, those friends whom I met (or should I say acquaintances) are somewhat different from those I knew so well that I know their weekends schedule will be spending time with one another.

Although sometimes it sounds so easy for friends to group together and share intimate moments, it actually takes a lot of energy, commitment and mutual respect for that kind of bonds to happen. It takes time, it needs motivation, heck, it even requires money (remember those Starbucks coffees and Fitness First membership?) to strengthen the friendships. Some relationships can be so simple and quick (like meeting someone at gay.com), but true friendships take years to build. But sometimes with careless mistakes, a friendship can be forgotten, forsaken, or even turned sour.

I just wish that will never happen to me, or to any of my friends, because I care to know what they are doing, who they are dating, and what type of dildo they are using. I want to know the cheesecake recipe, the plans of moving to NZ, the adorable lover in UK, the hectic sales job, the men in Shanghai, the DJ career, the speed dating, the HIV, the cancer, and the boxer that licks. Oh yeah, I simply love dramatic true life stories, so do not feel hesitate explaining the bits of explicit details too :)