"E V E R Y T H I N G I S T E M P O R A L"

Its been a week since my best friends came down to Melbourne to visit me. Funny how things might have been so damn different if I stayed in Singapore. Perhaps, we might not have been as close as we are now. Even if we were, our grad trip would definitely be somewhere else besides Melbourne. I've been through hell and back with these girls and I wouldn't change a thing about the circumstances we've been put through together - be it the sad stories, the stupid ones, or the funny ones.

The minute they came over, it felt like a whole wave of familiarity. It was quite weird for me because I was so used to segregating my Melbourne life/friends and my Singaporean life/friends, and then suddenly within a span of 2 weeks everything I had separated for almost 3 years all came together. Fast.  I've always mentioned that I'm only ever myself when I'm with the friends I know back in Singapore and that I've never actually felt fully like myself here. It's something that's hard to put into words, but I hope this suffices. 

After being on a constant high the last 2 weeks, where my days and nights were all jumbled up - some nights were hard to remember after being intoxicated almost every other day, filling our lungs up with nicotine and all that bad shit, I crashed. The minute they left me to head to the airport, my heart sank (which felt pretty weird, actually, because I haven't felt any bit of sadness the last 2 weeks so it took a while to recognize this feeling). 

It's crazy and a part of me still feels as though them coming was all part of a beautiful dream - as cliche as it sounds. Barely even 16, I made the decision to come over to Melbourne to study, and since then, through every hardship or long skype calls with them, we always kept the dream of "we'll come over to aussie soon to visit you!". It was something that motivated me to stay sane through some crazy times, and when I was almost going to lose it, that hope of them coming down to see everything that I was living in the past 3 years was like a surge of encouragement to keep pushing through. It was always in the talks, but we never knew when. But after 3 years, they finally did come to visit. And I couldn't be any happier. 

One night, we were up talking and we came to a realisation that the next holiday that we can all have together will be in a very, very long time. So many big changes are coming our way the coming year, and everything just seems uncertain in the next 2 years. University, graduation, work, etc. It was quite sad actually, finally accepting the fact that we can never go back to our carefree 16-year-old tearing-hong-kong-up-with-no-legit-itenerary-for-6-days lifestyle, nor will we ever get to relieve our 19 year old rabak-Melbourne-hoes holidays anymore. I am nothing without these friends who have taught me so many things like resilience, how to lose yourself to find yourself, how beauty stems from within each of their hearts, how to see past so many flaws (only because I know I am flawed, too), and how to love - essentially. 

You guys are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can't thank God enough for placing you guys in my life. 

"You know what they say about friends that poop together"

"Friends that poop together"

"stay together"

Telepoopthy is evidently only achieved on our level of friendship. 

 Till the next time, loves.