Category Archives: Le Cirque

There are only 8 of us, but when we’re together the joy (and the noise) we create makes it like you’re in a circus.

#4 My crazier-than-me friend

Note : the series #1-#7 is the introduction to stories about the best friends I met during my high school years. They decorate my life so beautifully and they deserve their own category in this blog

By now you must have thought that I don’t have any girl friend.
But you’re wrong, #4 is a she.

She thought I was an arrogant girl when she first saw me. To tell you the truth, I don’t remember her at all in the first year of high school. I only notice her in my junior year. I think she still didn’t like when were in the same class.
How did we become besties then? Maybe it all started when she’s OK when she saw me singing and dancing Macarena on the table (in the class during recess) with my 2 guy friends. I think she even clapped her hands cheering for us. She was also pretty cool with my quirkiness (yes, not only #3 is the quirky in the gang). She was so cool that I decided to sit beside her through the rest of my junior year.

Basically we share the same taste in ‘80s music and books, we then complemented each other’s interest. I introduced her to rock n’ roll and alternative music, she introduced me to comic books (she tried her best but not really working on me, I can’t tell the difference between the characters in comic books). During unimportant subjects (like, say hi to Sociology class), we randomly picked up a song or a book that we both like and fantasizing about making the film. In our young and naïve minds, we’d succeeded in casting Jaclyn Smith in one of Sydney Sheldon’s books and also a film synopsis adapted from the Cranberries’ Linger.

In her naïve/crazy trait, she’s very similar to Phoebe of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. She sometimes asks silly questions which we need to really think hard to find the answer. After all, there’s no easy question in life. She always speaks what’s on her mind, sometimes it’s too funny we can’t help fall off our chair laughing. She always has cool stories to share we listen to them with our mouths hanging open. It’s so fun when she’s around. Laughter is guaranteed.

Most of the times, she does things impulsively and recklessly. Observers who watch on the side (like me and my friends) are sometimes scared to see, but in the end when all comes together we envy her courage to do things her way. Listening to her stories (and being part of her life) adds some spice in life. For me the most precious lessons I learn from her is that it’s fine to live on the edge, things will be alright at the end.

She’s a hard working woman and a mother of 3.
It’s amazing that she can still have time to be my best friend, anytime, anywhere.



Posted by on September 2, 2011 in Le Cirque


#3 My soon to be missed architect guy

Note : the series #1-#7 is the introduction to stories about the best friends I met during my high school years. They decorate my life so beautifully and they deserve their own category in this blog

You must know the drill, right? #3 is younger than #2, hence #3.

He’s also a good friend of #1. I met him the first time on that first Sunday in my freshman year in that dark and dreary classroom of the Photography club. He’s so tall and quiet, he gave me the impression of a quirky mysterious guy. He’s a great photographer, he knew all about the basic composition one-third rule, depth of field and all the basic photography theories, I told myself that he actually taught us better than the official photography tutor did.

Surprisingly, I am encountering problem in continuing this article. I thought we were really close during our freshman and junior years but I guess we started to bond during my senior year in high school. He sat behind me throughout that year -there was even a time when we sat side by side for a full week. From that moment, I learned that the first impression was all wrong. He’s not that quirky, not that mysterious. He’s an intriguing guy, a bit vicious in fact (but in a good term, go figure), and we shared loads of laugh since then.

He mentioned swing, Ella, Louis Armstrong, Harry Connick and Dizzy Gillespie. For a 17 year old girl, those are new names and had to be explored. I might have listened to lots of jazzy music in my younger years, but #3 is one who inspired me to really listen and enjoying jazz. He’s one to blame for my jazzy life. Not only we share the same taste in music, we also share the same opinion in TV series and films. During our college years, though miles (and 3 hour drive) apart, we sat quietly in front of our TV to watch Friends (on Sundays) and Ally McBeal (on Mondays). Episodes were discussed over text messages afterward.

A visit to his college city always filled with a private architecture tour in his jeep. Architect is his major passion and it’s one of my most favorite things to be photographed. Over the ride, the conversation was flowing from jazz to TV series, from chicks he liked to guys I flirted with. When staying over at his place, #7 would always interview us late at night (or very early morning) to get some inside scoops about things I can’t write here. My first impression about this guy was once proven right (mysterious quirky guy) when he drove a more than four hour drive from his college to our origin city just to spend a good 2 hour with me before taking me to see my date that Saturday night. Sometimes there are things best to leave unexplained.

He has become the hottest architect in town, and soon to be the hottest one in the region, I have no doubt about it.
I still have millions of things to write here but one has to stop writing when tears are hanging in the corner of one’s eyes.
For some beyond words reasons, he’s the guy I’m going to miss so much very soon.

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Posted by on August 16, 2011 in Le Cirque


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#2 My Best Guy Friend/Tutor

note : The series #1-#7 act as introduction to stories about the best friends I met during my high school years. They decorate my life so beautifully and they deserve their own category in this blog

He’s younger than #1, so naturally we call him #2. Like #1, we’ve never been acted as classmates through high school. What makes it even absurd he was not in the photography club.
I knew him through #1, #4, and #6. But the degree of that kind of friendship was a hi and bye degree. Not worth to be a #2. Then came senior year, the year book year. Nah, he was also NOT in the yearbook committee, but he was dating the girl who’s in charge of the yearbook. That’s how we became friends.
Until today, I always regard him as my best-est best friend. I know him so well as he knows me SO well. To him, I’m like his guy friend. And to me, he’s like one of my girl friends. Go figure if you can.

Despite the distance between us (he’s in Australia), he still teaches me lots of things. One of the most important things is that it is very normal to experience ‘things’ beyond our control. Voices in the head and the non-stop premonitions? He teaches me how to deal with them. Whether I want to embrace it or ignore it, it’s my own prerogative. Yes, people have those abilities and no, having abilities like these doesn’t make us special. Be humble. If you’re comfortable with that, and if you want to, go help others with that.

He also teaches me that distance is an illusion people create. And it is very possible to keep a long lasting relationship despite this illusion. When we fill our BBm with long conversations, we fill it with love and laughter. And when we do that, Australia is not another country. It’s just a word.

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Posted by on May 27, 2011 in Le Cirque


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#1 My camera-mate / dermatologist

note : The series #1-#7 act as introduction to stories about the best friends I met during my high school years. They decorate my life so beautifully and they deserve their own category in this blog

Age wise, he’s the second oldest (after me) in the gang, so let’s call him #1.
I am not pretty sure when the first time I met this guy. We were not in the same class in the 10th grade. He wasn’t even in any of my class during my high school years. I do remember seeing him on that Sunday in the old ugly classroom. Yes, we were one of the very few members of the photography club.

In my high school, joining this club didn’t mean you had to have your own SLR camera. I didn’t have one and enjoyed my time pretty well until came the hunting time. #1 knew this and generous as he is ever, he shrugged off and non-chalantly said, “Use my camera. We’ll use it together”. So that’s what we did, his were the films with odd numbers, mine were ones with even numbers. We ended up screwing the odd/even numbers arrangement but we had soo much fun. Later, when I published my first photography book, #1 would surely be mentioned.

He’s kind and generous aaand kinda cute that I used to have a tiny crush on him. Tiny maybe, but a crush still. (Un)fortunately (?), the timing was never right though. Whenever I had a boyfriend, he was single, and when he was dating some chicks, I was single. We’re just not meant to be. He knew it, I knew it, every body knew it, we just laughed it all.

He always wanted to be a doctor (he comes from a family of doctors) and he becomes one now! An advantage for us, a bunch of hypochondriac people.
I still see him twice a month for he’s now my dermatologist. And we enjoyed the 1 hour treatment time, where he can talk about anything in this world and me listening, in pain.

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Posted by on May 26, 2011 in Le Cirque


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