rocks my socks

Like Mayer says in Bold as Love (this is probably my third post inspired from this song. Really. Awesome song), the best form of love, the one that he totally wants is the ( as he beautifully puts it)Thank God!! Your back- love” . And I couldn’t agree more. Thats the love my parents and sister express every time we meet. And its good love.

However, I think there is another love that comes quite close to that. I don’t think its technically  love, but what ever it may be, I think its a pretty awesome emotion. And if I am allowed to coin it a term I would totally call it the I miss you-love. Its a superb kinda love coz you can mean it kinda casually or super seriously, if you get what I mean. But however it is expressed, its a fucking awesome feeling when you feel that love for someone or you receive it from someone. And although I am bitch and never really feel that way about anyone, I am super fortunate enough to have people express that to me. A LOT!

(Excluding my sis and parents) Topping the list is Karn, followed closely by Rishi, who constantly reminded me of how sorely I was missed here in sg when I was back home in the summer. What for??  I never know, but what ever it was that I was missed for, thanks a fuck lot guys. Really. As usual I dunno what to say. But yah, just thanks, thanks and thanks. thanks.

Then come people like Tong, Val, Joel, Edmund, Swee Foo…. Insane-Mother-Fucking-Awesome people, who always remember me and never forget to tell me how much they enjoy my weird ass company and miss it when I am not around. Thanks.

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I dunno where to place her, so I have a separate paragraph for Chandni. Thanks a fuck lot for still remembering my birthday and calling/talking to me randomly whenever you have the time. Only person from my old school I still like and want to be friends with. You are awesome.

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And all the random people too, who randomly pop up and remind me of how I am missed. Why?? I dunno again. But then they do. Gargs, Louis, Sakshi, Raphael, Xiao Zhi…Thanks.

To put it simply, I never understand why I am missed.I seriously don’t. But what ever it is that makes so many people tell me that. Thanks.

You guys rock my socks.