my favourite threesome

I miss these siblings. A born genius, a street-wise and loving brother, and a hyper socialite (in order of left to right, that is). And all with good looks! I love the girls to bits, but I am closest to Krish. Yep -- that punk in the middle.

There are only a handful of very special people in our lives that are always there for you during the hard times. Krish is one of those people for me. We first met in 2005 at the University of Waikato's hall of residence. We gradually formed our friendship (much to the aid of alcohol) over the next few years. We were spending so much time together that I was starting to even talk like a profane Fijian Indian with a Kiwi accent: "Fuck bro, you gotta get me some of that shit". You must be thinking how the fuck is that Fiji, Indian and Kiwi at the same time, but never-mind. Now, now, lets not get too carried away with the f-word. It got so bad that Krish once said I sounded "like Elmo swearing". 

I remember all those times when we would watch America's Top Model in his room while snacking on wholesome New Zealand Farmbake cookies. There was that time when he sneaked eight teaspoons of sugar into my tea and I was pretty much bouncing off the walls for the rest of the night. Not funny, Krish.

Oh and all the silly things we did! We once stank up his friends car with takeaway seafood pizza from Pizza Hut and got into trouble for that. And then there was this embarrassing moment that happened while I was visiting his family. You know which, Krish! Then there was that midnight drive to that spooky-looking place while house hunting. I also vaguely remember going to the scrap metal yard to look for car parts...although my memory is bad these days and the likelihood of that is highly questionable. I can't for my life imagine being in a scrap metal yard in the first place!

Krish was there when I was having problems with my housemate in 2009. And he was there to pick up the remaining pieces of what was left of my previous relationship this year. No matter how much apart we were, we would somehow reconnect like it was just yesterday. I've followed his family move from one home to another and felt at home with his sisters, relatives and friends. You might think this is starting to sound like a love story - but it isnt, I promise!

I am really grateful to have him as a friend and as a trustworthy confidante during all these years. And I can only wish that our friendship will take us further into each other's lives for the years to come. 

Which brings me to the purpose of this post:

 

Thank you for being such a supercalifragilistic friend! You are very, very much missed from across the ditch! 

With much love, xoxoxoxo!

PS: Hello and thank you to Jay-Sara and the-glacier for the follow! ;)