A Season of Tears

I'm a crybaby. I admit it. Always have been. Always will be.

With two good friends UK-bound these two weeks, let's just say that I'm packing my bag with packets of tissue. A truck full of them. For me, for them and for everyone else who will be sending them off.

Ros will be leaving on 20th, Yukie 26th.

These two gals have never met each other before and they don't have much in common, except that both are really gossipy (like i am, which is why we're good friends! Ahaha!!), laugh a lot, very caring, like to ogle at hunks (yukie: Mr Red; Ros: "My Tonie ah.."), animated, babelicious, etc. The list of goodies packed in their small frames goes on. Omigod! They actually have quite a lot in common, don't they? If i'm gonna put everything down, I'll be writing a thesis about their goodness and they'll be so happy that they're gonna buy me breakfasts, lunches, teas, dinners and suppers for the flattery. But i'm on diet so...

Yukie's my secondary school friend. I disliked her during the first few days of school. Because she's so LOUD (both her voice and actions) and I'm so soft-spoken and quiet. (Objection overruled! It's my blog! Heehee..) But as you can tell, that's all history (The part about disliking her. I'm still a soft-spoken and quiet gal :P) She's my partner-in-crime for daidi, mahjong and when i feel the need to slaughter chickens. (What's that?!!?? We used to sha(1) ji(1) a lot in air-conditioned rooms widely known as Party World or Kbox now.) Oh, and we make stones, otherwise also known as cakes, for people to choke on. But that is only possible because Yukie and i have another partner-in-crime, Teng, to unleash our baking prowess. With our powers combined (i.e. high-decibal laughters), we spooked lovey-dovey couples and made them disappear from the romantic coast of West Coast Park on Christmas Eve last year.

Ros is my uni mate. I think we probably only knew each other in our second year. I thought she's friendly. She thought I'm nice. So the friendly and the nice got together, hit it off and became rather good friends instantly. We did our internships together at TODAY newspaper and spent many Fridays after work gossiping, laughing and what else? More gossiping! We backpacked to Europe together with Nat. We walked the dark streets of Paris, shaken and scared, after a near snatch-theft/ pickpocket incident at midnight. We watched cheesy, hilarious porn flicks in our hotel room in Amsterdam. We napped in all the museums that we went to. We looked out for each other when Nat left halfway for Paris Summer School. We watched operas at dirt cheap prices, and with good seats to boast. (We looked like poor little girls so a couple offered us their good-priced seats because they had something urgent on). We snapped (sort of), went our separate ways and ended up in the Bell museum together. We made dashes and sprints with our heavy backpacks strapped on our backs. We almost didn't board our plane in Rome because we were sleeping! The month-long trip was unforgetable and I'm glad we did it together.

Parting is sad. I feel a part of me being taken away from me. But if i am to feel this way, how many folds the sadness will be for them? Apart from the ton-heavy emotional baggage of leaving loved ones behind, they will be accosted with issues of adaptability of all sorts. Yet, for all the problems that they might possibly face, there is nothing much i can do for them. Except to wish them the best. I applaud their bravery, for having the courage to take a gamble of some sorts to build better futures for themselves.

Take care, my dear pals! Till we meet again, i have enough memories of us to get by. I'm sure you have too.

I'll leave the hugs for the airport send-offs.