After a year of being postponed, my good friend Klassy finally left for the US last Monday.

It’s sad and what’s sadder is that I wasn’t able to see her off. Klassy and I go way way way back, to a time when she was known as ‘bursting at the seams’ and I, ’sicfairy’. Ours is a friendship founded on Hanson (yes, the band) but based on so much more. It’s a nice big bundle of crazy, of fangirl-isms, of scream-singing in cars, of drunken nights, of themed parties, of Fun Times At 20 Avelino Street, of ugly green and white uniforms, of catholic schoolgirl angst, of Katipunan Avenue meanderings, of LJ-ing, of “rabid like burning chlamydia”, of emo porch moments, of hookah!, of purple clay penises!, of lezzie love, of love, of being there for each other, and… it’s cheesy and sappy, but it’s actually harder to write about her than I thought it’d be.

It’s odd knowing that she’s not within texting distance nowadays. Like, “K, wanna have coffee, let’s” kind of distance. Like, “K, it’s Tiesto tomorrow, wanna watch, let’s” kind of distance. Like “K, gather the kids, let’s do something” kind of distance.

Now it’s an “I’ll see you, I’ll come visit you. Not soon, but I will!” kind of distance. And it’s sad.

So I’ll leave it at that, although Klassy deserves more than a blog entry (and definitely a BETTER blog entry than this) from me.

TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD: KLASSY AND KUPCAKES.
O-HO! DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE!

Two more geeky things after the cut.

MIRIAM COLLEGE BLOGGING! THIS WAS WHEN I KEPT KLASSY COMPANY WHILE SHE MANNED HER BATCH’S YEARBOOK BOOTH AT SCHOOL.

I love you, Lez =)