Two weeks ago, I was desolate. I am in a country with no one. Weeks passed, I had finally opened up myself to others. Belle’s friends, unknowingly of them, I have called them family – Mel and Kuya Mark, Tilay and Eric, Michael and Louie. Not that I don’t have friends of my own but it’s just I can’t seem to find them or they are just too busy to see me. Isn’t that poor of me?
Growing up, I never had girlfriends. I grew up with a string of guy friends who eventually-professed-that-they-like-me-which-eventually-killed-whatever-friendship-we-have-left, or guy friends who I eventually-liked-which-ended-the-whole-friendship. I was left with Anton and Kenneth, whose raging estrogen hormones are evident as the midday sun. And Ryan and Ross, who, are always being themselves, nonchalant. And yah, I remember I had three girlfriends, Hannah, Janice and Louiela. And Louie, as I fondly called her nowadays, turned out to be manly when we were on the latter part of our teenage years. And there goes my long introduction of why I don’t have girlfriends.
So when I worked in my previous company, we were all girls. I was afraid might not fit in. I am not emotional which is very ironic because ever since I got here in Singapura, my tears were as rivery as Orchard’s flood. My officemates cry together. They just have the same feelings for every situation -- just like when my close friend, Ryan, got terminated due to unfortunate reasons, they all cried. They all comforted Ryan but I was, like, hesitant to even give him a hug. So I just poked him.
After three years, I have adapted to what it feels like to be a girl and having girl bonds. Now, I get to be invited to weddings and christening and birthdays and sons and daughters’ birthdays because I got officemate girlfriends. It is fun!
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