So I turned 21.
No party, no booze, no Facebook contact list-wide event invitations, just a couple of small lunches with my favourite people at my favourite restaurants and a cake from my favourite cake shop. Read more…
“Best friend” should really be used for the one top friend and tends to be mutual. But as I have indicated earlier, I have multiple “best friends”, some of whom may not consider me as a best friend. This is because of the way I “organise” my friendships so that I have friends who are closer than others in different “departments” of my life and activities.
For example, I have an S closest friend in law school, I have an S closest friend in girly gossips, I have an S closest friend who’s also my boyfriend (Stephen), I have closest friends of different countries, I have closest friends of different circles, I have closest friends in different organisations, I have closest friends in different stages of my life… and I often lazily refer to all of them as “best friends”. But my one true best friend, Sean (another S), is my bestest friend.
Sean probably took a big role in shaping who I am today, so my personal profile would not seem complete without introducing him.
We began as classmates when we were 11 and 12. I got along well with everyone, especially well with the males, and especially well with Sean because we were chess buddies/rivals and he tried to edge closer to me in the hope of dating me. 
I believe we maintained close contact even after we got into different high schools because he was stubbornly crushing on me and promising everyone that he won’t give up on me until he was 28 years old. Eventually he gave up after four or five years because I was cruel. Examples:
And if it wasn’t for him being my friend’s boyfriend, I might have been arrested for physical assault today (smashing his nuts). Sorry for the violence, but I’ll explain. (Warning: language used below is unsuitable for young readers. Lol.)
One of my best friends, S, is a nice and modest girl, so I simply did not expect her boyfriend to be such an arrogant nuthead.
When S first introduced me to her boyfriend, I said, “Hi I’m Cheryl.” He looked around, avoided eye contact with me; in summary, he ignored me. I didn’t think much at the time, as I was genuinely quite excited to meet my friend’s new boyfriend, so I wished my friend a fun time with him and left them alone.
Before today, I had pretty much left that bit of memory behind me.
S invited a few friends (including me) and her boyfriend over to her place today. Due to the crappy first meeting between me and S‘s boyfriend, I held my hand out along with the others for a handshake greeting. Great, ‘sif refuse to shake my hand and leave me holding it out awkwardly in the air. I felt a little miffed but shrugged past it, I’m used to awkward situations.
During lunchtime, he babbled on with an arrogant tone. What offended me the most was a claim relating to my chosen career path. It went along the lines of:
Anyone can be a lawyer. I can be a lawyer from reading a book.
Sure, perhaps you can be a lawyer after reading a book of at least 100,000 pages of cases, statute law and textbook explanations (good luck finding such a publication), but there are professional legal training courses to go through before admission to the bar. Perhaps you can do all that, but you also need to get your cocky ass past job interviews. Perhaps if you can do that too, I don’t know what kind of lawyer you’re gonna be, but surely no more than one hell of a dumb fucking blood sucking parasite. Go stick with your Engineering and English. If you’re so great, why don’t you add a Law degree to your CV? It’s only one book away.
He knew that both S and myself are law students. Wasn’t that an incredibly rude remark against his own girlfriend that shows he’s always looked down on her?
S, if you ever come across this post, I swear I have nothing against you personally. But a cocky asshole is no match for a nice girl like yourself, and me and Stephen are definitely not the only ones who think that.
