my best friend

The other day, I met Zenny for coffee at Vivo 2 days before she returns to the States.
We talked about many things...
And confronted some issues I'd conveniently stashed away in my big head for too long.
Issues that were non-pressing, but disturbing nonetheless.

I miss that.
I miss that reality check only true frens like her can give.
Those utterly no-holds-barred, very ugly, unpleasant, not-nice-to-hear truths.
She can detect everything,
Probably cos she's as weird, nitpicking, instinctive and foxy as me.
I miss her friendship, and realised then...
How long we've not been able to do that.
You just can't do it on MSN, on an IDD call

It's a blessing to have honest frens like tat.
People who don't sing your praises and say nice flattering things.
People who are close to you, yet free of bias, envy, jealousy, competition, comparison.
It's really not that easy to have people like tat in your life.

She and I are as dissimilar as day and night.
But yet, in some strange way, our way of logic and reasoning are very similiar.
Talking to her is so easy. I don't need to simplify or break it down or explain.
We get each other just like that.
Even if I don't wish to say it out, I can bet my last penny she's thinking the same thing and trying to break it to me.
I appreciate that.

With her around, I can't run away from things.
Can't stash things away too long and pretend everything's rosy.
Can't deceive myself, can't deceive her.
My guard is down, my front is off, my bluff is out.
And I thank God for that.
For her presence, friendship and time.