I think you're great because...:
*You've read Enid Blyton's books. Especially "Once in a Blue Moon", which was my childhood favorite. I thought the novel was just a figment of my imagination since no one else seems to recall having read it. Except you. And I know this sounds stupid, but during our less-than-a-minute discussion about bursting toffee and the round room up the trees, I felt content and at one with the universe. The perfect voice-over of my thoughts would've been "Finally. Someone who can relate." Now to look for someone who has played the Day of the Tentacle.
*You're scared of creepy crawlers like I am. Which means I won't get condescending looks (hopefully) when I squeal at the sight of a winged cockroach, or jump in fright because of a stray beetle.
*You love taking walks and sitting on sidewalks like I do. I was particularly happy when you didn't mind sitting at the sidewalk outside Megamall, even when it was quite unorthodox and cars could've run over our toes.
*You don't mind silliness and stupidity, even when I know you're particularly smart. This is good because I might look smart (thanks to the stereotypical glasses and messy hair), but in reality I'm silly to the core and stupid to the bone. :p (Errr. hyperbole on the latter, I hope.)
*You understand me, for some weird reason. Sometimes, I feel like you know me better than long-time friends of mine do. A big misconception, for example, is that I'm bold and friendly and highly sociable. You see through that veneer. You know I'm shy and a bit awkward at social situations. And while you tell me to get over my fears, you don't do so in a way that makes me feel bad about myself. You don't force the issue. And you even try your best to make me feel comfortable. I appreciate that lots. More than you'll ever know. (I have a real urge of hugging you right now)
*You enrich my life, simply by being my friend. Because of you, I have newfound appreciation of Filipino vegetable dishes (it was the first time in nearly 2 years that I've tasted ginataang langka again). It was because of you that I found out that Miguel Lopez de Villalobos was buried in San Agustin Church. It's because of you that I have newfound respect for Starbucks, although not enough to worship it and make it my hang-out. And if I ever order any warm drink in the future, it will be because of you as well. :p And I don't mind your influence. It adds a whole new dimension to my personality, and I am thankful for it.
And while I disagree with your choice of movies (how the hell you can dislike zoolander, and think that fight club is stupid--i would never understand), and while I will probably never agree that our score-card is 5,000 to 7
And while there will always be an ocean separating us (unless I clear Manila's streets of traffic and you follow-through with your brilliant idea of settling here), and not enough tournaments or excuses available for us to cross borders and meet
I will always consider you one of my bestest friends. and I will always cherish you and what little time we've spent together. and I will always maintain the fact that I've beaten you 7 points to none. :p
Here's to hoping we keep in touch. That I never stress and worry about running out of things to talk with you again. That you find yourself in Philippine archipelagic waters, or I find myself watching Boston legal while the rain pours down in boring Singapore.
Here's to hoping that our friendship will last beyond debating and adjudicating.
Here's to hoping that in the name of our friendship, for my sake and the sake of the world, you finally get a copy of Zoolander. And watch it without expectations of intellectuality (is there such a word).
Because if you think the Ace-Ventura-guy is funny... Ben Stiller is funnier.
That much I'm sure of.
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By the way, when I stop replying to your msgs, it means I've run out of load. :p
What I would've replied to your last SMS:
"You really are conceited, aren't you? But of course I miss you, and NTU. Not enough to spend big bucks on a plane ticket to Singapore yet though. :p The operative word being 'yet'. I just might, in the future. Enjoy your samosas!"
*sigh*
No more tourist-friends, no more tours. Life here would be so dull without you guys.
Currently listening to: screaming infidelity in my head
Currently watching: sin city
Currently feeling: sad and teary, wah
You may not know it, because I might not have told you explicitly--but I am sure you have touched my life one way or another. 
