I do

Yep, it's official.

Mark is married.

What did I feel? Just a teeny tiny bit sad. I swear.

I got a call from Jono this morning. Asking me if I want to hang out today. Apparently, Jewel crashed in his place last night after a booze marathon and he couldn't wait to get rid of her - or at least try to get someone to hang out with them two.

I can only handle J so much.. that's it, I want you to spend time with us, came his text message.

So I agreed. I arranged for them to come pick me up in the afternoon.

We ended up going to Pacific Fair and watching Red Eye.

Jono loved it. I didn't.

Since J still had a hungover, she basically slept throug it.

So Mark got married over the weekend, Jono said casually.

Oh yeah? How did it go, I asked.

It was a quiet one, only his family and relatives were there. I was the only one along with his best friend in primary were there who weren't related to him, he replied.

I was quiet for a moment. I remember having a missed call from Mark on Saturday. I remember because I checked my phone during my break and I figured he was doing his typical I'll-let-your-phone-ring-once-and-see-if-you'll-ring-me routine.

How can he call me when he was getting married that day?

Jono then proceeded to tell me that I've lost my chance.

I'm not planning on doing anything, I protested.

How can he say that? It's not like I'm rushing to get to the airport to jump on the next plane to Sydney with a divorce paper in my hand and stormed straight into Mark's office and hassle him til he signs the papers.

I'm not a pathetic loser.

Jono may think I am but I most certainly am not.

I'm procrastinating on calling him. I don't know what good will come out of that, but I just have to congratulate him.

But then again, how can you say congratulations to someone who married someone he didn't really love?

But I should say something. Something positive.

He is still my friend after all. Just because he got married doesn't mean I'm going to fuck off our friendship.



What happened to the smart-ass Jono I know and love?

I was having lunch with Jono and J when Jono started babbling.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.

Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

What the hell are you on, I asked him irritably.

I had no time to listen to him being sensitive.

Well, it's not that I don't have time. I just wasn't used to it.

In the end, J and I just started laughing our asses off and teasing him the whole way home.

I don't think he'll let his sensitive side show again soon.

He will if he wanted to get teased.

But judging by the look on his face, he doesn't.

She's coming home in five days

Yay!

I can't wait.

I've been counting the days of her coming home. I miss her so much it's not even funny.

I heart Bernie.

We've been friends for eight years now. Yep, it's a long time.

Back in high school we always got in trouble for wagging school. We would show up for form [homeroom] class but then fuck off for the rest of the day.

It was either we hit the malls at 10am or go to her house and watch Jerry Springer - our favourite trash talk show.

Amber was in our group too. It was her, Amber and I who stuck together til now.

That's probably why we are so close together - us three. We surpassed long-distance friendships. We survived through e-mails. Occasional text messages and mandatory birthday and Christmas phone calls.

Actually, it was just Bernie and I who did that.

We've been through a lot.

We are there for each other when we're down, dealing with our current dilemmas about boys, family, work and uni.

We get drunk together [this was ages ago with T].

Ok, puberty bit us in the ass hence, pimples everywhere.

We like taking photos of ourselves.

See what I mean?

We do, of course.

We even go to Timezone to have those cute sticker picture thingies.

Again, this was ages ago.

We also take each other's pictures.

I tell her about the guys I'm interested in.

This is Vince.

This is Mark.

And this is Norsk. Aka German Guy [don't get me started on the mix-up].

But we also share the same guy.

Just kidding.

When we go out, people think we're either sisters or twins.

I know it's crazy.

I mean, how can they think that we could be sisters?

She's my best friend.

I'll never get tired of this girl.

Never ever.