I just want to thank God for my girlfriends. Best friends. Breast Friends. Dsyfunctional cukoos. haha.
It's been years of friendship. I think i lost count? sec 1? yea.. those were the days. Back in an all girls school. Where all was good and wild. Canteen laughters, secret hideout during recess, singing and singing, and the many many conversations about every topic girls with raging hormones can think of.
My friends would label me as: theCRAZYone.
yes, and i live up to my reputation. Back then in sec 2. I covered my face with panty hose and hid in a dark classroom while waiting for my victim. And when i see someone walking along the corridor towards the classroom. Go figure.
In the event of a heartbreak, where my tears flow. And my breathing is causing me to hypervantilate. It's good to know that i've got those two to listen and soothe me down. If i fell terribly sick, it's always those two who i call. If i just wanted to crack up and be a nut. They would crack up with me too! haha. most of the time. When there was a stalker by the window. They help to calm me down. It's been them and more and more of them.
It's pretty hard to live without them. In fact. We always have this dream of living with each other. Having our own apartment. Living through each others nonsense. I bet our fridge will be filled with lots of ice cream, yoghurt, chocolates and stuff that girls eat when they have those heart felt conversations. Us, in our pjs, with a pillow intact. and some food at the side.
We may have gone to different places now. But we are still ONE BIG DSYFUNCTIONAL FAMILY.
the steps to kissing. smile. lips together. and MUAH. hahahaha. It was a spontaneously posed picture.