Sisters at Heart

we call each other "sis"... coz we're sisters at heart!

we first met when we were both 13... from the start the sisterhood never wavered...

she has weird views... other people will not consider normal...

i have weird views... other people will consider abnormal...

she can follow my train of thought like she's right inside my brain, but i feel totally comfortable with that... my mind can twist and turn like a locomotive gone out of control but she's there holding on...

she knows what i feel even before i speak out loud what i feel...

she's my worst critic but the best shoulder in the world to cry on...

MY BESTFRIEND!!!

Sometimes she has borne the brunt of my stupidity but she is still there... picking me up, dusting me off, and giving me a piece of her mind.

Once, I took the words of that mushy duet of Celine Dion and Barbara Streisand to heart... "Tell Him" in which the chorus blares out:

Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
Hold him close to feel his heart beat
Love will be the gift you give yourself

Now THAT guy thinks I'm kind of a stalker or something... and what's cruel is that he has decided that any form of communication he gets from my bestfriend is actually coming from me! He will not answer any text message or email from her because he believes that I'm the one sending those messages and not my bestfriend. For crying out loud, this happened almost ten years ago and he still thinks I have my sights set on him! If that's not soooooo crazy, I should be rolling on the floor laughing my head off. But it's not so funny now... and to think that for the last five years, I have been nurturing the hope that the friendship could somehow still be salvaged. Nu-uh!!!

Another time, she caught me on the verge of doing something that she refused to mess with herself. Right from the start, she was already nagging me not to do it... but it was such a new experience for me that I was compelled to still go thru with it. And eventually, when the sky fell, as it was bound to, she was there, not to say "I told you so!" but to pull me through the worst.

One of her other friends once asked her how I could stand to be her friend when she was so contrary, and she answered him, because we're the same and we love each other.

I don't remember ever being hurt by her. I don't remember hurting her either.

Yet, people say when friends hurt each other and then reconcile, the friendship grows stronger.

With us, even without hurting each other ever, the bonding grows stronger each year.

Our closeness has been misinterpreted once. At an intersection, a few years back, she was driving the car and I was seated beside her in the front seat. It was Valentine season. A male flower vendor was carrying bouquets of roses to sell to passing motorists and she had stopped for a red sign. Then she leaned over to lay her head on my shoulder, just to cuddle. The vendor mistakenly thought we were lovers and he offered a bouquet to her so she can purchase it for me. We were laughing so hard we didn't notice the traffic lights had changed to green, the drivers behind us were honking their horns madly.

We have different tastes in most everything...

When we order chicken inasal, she prefers the thigh, I ask for the breast part.

She's allergic to chicken, though, so she eats in moderation. I can eat chicken everyday.

I'm allergic to shrimp and crabs, whereas these are her favorite seafoods, other than molluscs.

When she sees a cockroach, she will stamp on it. I'm squeamish about killing anything. I'd rather let the roach run out the door.

She likes to debate. I'd rather keep my opinions to myself unless someone asks. We're both opinionated though.

She's traveled outside the country. I prefer to visit all the places I want to visit in the country before planning any trips outside it.

She wants to go out of the country to work. I refuse to participate in the brain drain.

She smokes like a chimney. I can't stand cigarette smoke. But because of her, I'm a second hand smoker.

She can't swallow tablets, capsules, or caplets, any medication in oral form. I am so much of a pill-popper, people sometimes think I'm an addict.

We do have several things in common though. But the one thing we really enjoy together, drinking Coca-Cola!

My fervent hope and wish is that when our purpose in life has already been fulfilled, we can go to a mountain retreat (my choice) or to a beach retreat (her choice) to live out the rest of our lives, still together!