Hi Stevenn,

haha.
i know. it sounds funny to be talking to u (via blog!).

but i'm thinking of u buds! (i call steven BUDS, he calls me PADS. I'm serious)

It occurred to me the posts i post, the pictures i upload,.. that buds reads them, sees them.
He makes the effort to find out about my life, drops me an email (and doesnt reply), chats me up on msn (and we both dont reply), promises to meet at zouk (but i dont show up..) ETC .

i remember the first time i met him at zouk. My insurance exams and him, a banker.. quickly gave us a conversational springboard even though HE WAS DRUNK (to date he still refuses to admit it).
I liked him immediately. No, not the like-love. I was just surprised at how easy we both hit it off.
To be honest, we dont hang out or anything.
Lunch? Nope.
Occasional dinner? Nope.
I havent so much as even seen him in broad daylight.

We only text, email, msn --- all poor approximations of communication actually.

so WHY do i bother with such a friend?

Because when i was down in the pits of the nadir, when i was crying (counting, i've called him Crying more than i did Not Crying).. Buds talks to me. he doesnt just talk. he practically also yells and screams at me.
He does that because he wants the best for me and thinks i dont. (Weird.)
He does that and makes me cry even more.. he drives down to my place, sits me at the Maple Park and starts making me cry again. Then drives me to his place, sits me at his Olympic-sized swimming pool and starts making me cry again.
i keep crying until i understood what he meant.

i didnt sleep that morning.

thanks buds, for being who u are. i honestly couldnt buy a better chap. HEEHEE
and deep down i know u'll always be here for me :)
(really u would. u're just a stone's throw away LOL)