Part of my survival

I am writing this not because my friend said she is getting jealous of my husband but more so because this is the reality that she has been there through out my survival here in US.

Her name is Jas, she is the loudest girl you will ever meet, but for me she is one of the sweetest. She is always online from July 11, 2007 to chat with me every morning and night, to make sure I am fine here in Chicago, to share my grievances, to share her funny "boys" stories, and to continue to be a friend I could cry on to.

I've met her in the University, when I worked for the European Union. Back then she was working for the alumni association - she was the director! She was loud as usual but what captures my friendly heart is her funny stories and strong personality. She is the iron woman... she is a picture of strength.. she cried though when I left on July 11.

I am lucky to meet such friends that are really strong... both in will and personality. Jas perhaps is one of the strongest willed friend I have. Now, she promised she will keep me company, and like all her promises, she kept it, and she stays up late till about 4am in Manila just to chat with me.

A "good morning mare" will start the typical morning conversation... and ends with laughter or tears and hugs that emoticons could only bring. Such friend is hard to find and I won't trade my friends for anything!

Now this is for Jas.. my girl and sometimes gay friend! That's her on the pic :)