“The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had. – Anonymous”

I used to think that the adage was one of the best ways to define communication between friends (especially for me). Recently, my meetings with friends have been full of conversations and interesting topics covered that I normally walk away feeling great from the intellectual simulation. One of these occurrences jolted me and stands out very distinctly.

My friend and I were doing the most mundane of things – cleaning a toilet – and we were just chitchatting over various issues and she suddenly drops a bombshell piece of news to me. For a split second, all I wanted to do was comfort her. But after a seemingly unfeeling question later, we went back to our previous topic and of coz, cleaning of the toilet.

Something was said, a query clarified and life goes on as it should. I know she is strong, and she knows that I care and will always be here regardless of what is going on with my life. We’ve been talking a lot lately (been catching up on lost time) and discussing various problems we are facing in our lives; it gets pretty heavy very often. We have heated debates, we can get a little (or fairly) angry with each other.

Putting all that aside, it’s really good to have a sound board and someone who really understands (without me having to put into words every single feeling/thought/etc) yet judges me because I am her friend, mostly her punch-lines/judgement calls are most impactful. Being stubborn as hell, I very often cannot see beyond what I am willing to see and I’m thankful to count her as one who I know I will be able to talk to regardless.

But no matter what, I have learnt that friendships are full of one-liners, sometimes two.


Everyone looks forward to Fridays – but yet it can be one of the most irritating days in entire week. Case in point, a colleague and I are bored out of our minds in the office and we are falling asleep doing boring as hell work. As of now, we don’t really have very solid plan for a Friday night; it’s actually quite sad.

So she was talking about going to town just to walk around to kill time. Then suddenly I was struck by this bright idea to go Ikea for dinner. Since we were at her desk, I wanted to find out what meal deal it was today for members, when this conversation happened:

Me: What day is it at Ikea?
Her: Errr…..Friday?

I didn’t know that Ikea sometimes operates on a calendar different from the Gregorian one. Such a utterly bimbo moment.

The dumb things people say on Friday when the motivation to work no longer exists.


Mandrake and I were having some inane chatter over the MSU 2006 pageant and then the mis-cue happened. It was a classic case of different topics – IM-ing makes that infinitely easier to happen. I spent the better part of the day thinking it was some game (which it was anyway); below is the transcript of our (nearly) entire day and the nonsense we got up too (Yes, I deleted a lot of our chatter in-between a whole thirteen pages worth of it before edit!)

Sheesh, it’s amazing that so much had conversed between us. Be very vary, it’s a long long post ahead!

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My friend is ready to serve the nation – and she is a girl.

Recently, she went to NIE to register herself so she can “mould the future of our nation”. And she was given something really interesting

She’s now a series of numbers that can be converted into a barcode.

After we read the words on the tee shirt, she promptly proclaims “Ah, another tee shirt I can use in bed”

Yes, the perfect place person to educate our future…


“Six-year old children are more fickle than most grown women I know”

I can’t even imagine what the child will be like when she is sixteen. I think the older that little monkey grows, the more picky and inconsistent she is.

Previously, I had no problems arranging anything with her. Now, it’s a hassle just suiting her schedule – not to mention her tastes. As I tell some, “A six year old kid’s schedule is more hectic than mine!”

Oh well, have to re-jig my schedule again.


If one’s cupboard is 80% black, it’s dreadfully difficult to find a specific black top when you are getting ready for work.