Food therapy.

Just when I was feeling ultimate boredom last night, my two best friends called and told me they were outside my house with two bags of food. And so once again, my diet plan died. Nevertheless, I thank my two best friends for their effort and time. Indeed, sometimes all I need is friends to come and find me when I need it, even if it means in the middle of the night, just to hear me rant. I know. I am wilful and sometimes unreasonable. I know. Not everyone has the space and time to do what my best friends did. I know. It is not fair to categorize my best friends under Best Friends just because they have the time to do such things. But I am glad to say, it is not any of those that determines their position, but what we have gone through and shared all these years. Thank you for the food therapy my dears, although I went to bed earlier and did not entertain both of you. I really, really appreciate the late night visit.

When I went to bed this morning, my mum said, "Are your friends crazy?"

Perhaps they really are. They are my crazy best friends who do crazy things, for me.