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<p><span>It&#8217;s been a pretty rough week&#8230; one of those where you take a step back and think to yourself &#8211; &#8220;wow! didn&#8217;t see that one coming!&#8221;. All week, I was up by 5am, so that I was out of the door, and at work by 730 am. I think its fair to say that physically it was very draining too.</span></p>
<p><span>On Tuesday night, as I headed to bed, I decided to restart my blackberry because it seemed a little slow. As I lay in bed, my face turned the same colour as the screen on the BB&#8230;. it was displaying the white screen of death. My attempts to revive it were futile, and it meant one and one thing only &#8211; I had to reinstall it (darn! important numbers were lost!). So as I hooked the BB to my PC, and got <span>online</span> to find the drivers, I got talking to my buddy </span><a href="http://drinkingraindrops.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span><span>HFM</span></span></a>. Our conversation was hovering around a situation which she was having with a friend of hers. As we discussed further and further, my mind drifted back to something which I had put together a long while back, but never actually posted.</p>
<p><span>I was going through a phase not too long ago, when I was questioning everything associated with me. A huge question which I kept asking myself was &#8220;Who is a friend? What is a friend?&#8221; I keep thinking about this, and as <span>HFM</span> and I spoke more and more this week, it started to get a little clearer.</span></p>
<p><span>I am generally a very private person. Sure, I throw stuff around this <span>blog</span>, and I </span><a href="http://twitter.com/cookiemonster82" target="_blank">tweet</a><span> as if its the unpolluted air that I desire, but it&#8217;s not even close to what my thoughts are. So, who do I share these thoughts with? Friends right? Well, that&#8217;s what I thought too&#8230; but I don&#8217;t know&#8230;. You see, my definition of a friend is someone who I can trust with my life. Someone who is there for me without me having to look for them. A friend is one who doesn&#8217;t care about the pleases and <span>sorrys </span>and thanks, because the connection between 2 friends is greater than that. But is that really friendship? I ask that because that is what YOU expect from another person&#8230; but would you give back the same too? And if you didn&#8217;t &#8211; does that make you less of a friend? Does it make you an associate and not a friend at all?</span></p>
<p><span>I love to keep things simple in life. Life is a battle on a daily basis, some of which you win, and some which you lose. What you don&#8217;t want though is battles with or amongst your friends. I think of friends as those who I can be there for, and those who are their for me; it doesn&#8217;t have to be in the worst circumstance, it&#8217;s just assuring to know that they are there!</span></p>
<p>On Tuesday night, HFM and <a href="http://withoutmygps.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span><span>MaliZOMG</span></span></a><span> hung around and kept company which, to a large extent, made me feel <span>sooooo</span> much better; after a hard/bad day at work, nightmare day dealing with clients, trying to get stupid colleagues to do their job, and then finally as I was close to drifting off, a phone which needed resuscitation it was nice to know that 2 people just gave a crap. I slept for 4 hours that night, but I slept in the knowledge that I had 2 good friends who were there for me when I didn&#8217;t quite call out to either of them.</span></p>
<p>The same goes to everyone who comments or tweets or helps me or encourages me when I need it the most, but don&#8217;t quite talk about it &#8211; that is friendship; the pure fact that I know there are people who care enough to well&#8230; care! On my part &#8211; I have been less of a friend to a lot of people for a long time&#8230;. hopefully that change has begun, and will continue in the future.</p>
<p><span>One thing which I love about the Internet is the fact that you can make good, reliable, and great friends without ever meeting them in person. Given the opportunity, I would love to meet every one of them &#8211; from <span>Salta</span> in Argentina to Melbourne in Australia, St <span>Petersburg</span> in Russia to Chengdu in China. I love the friends which I have made in all walks of life &#8211; school, uni, work, chatting <span>online</span>, tweeting, <span>blogging</span> and <span>ofcourse</span> &#8211; travelling!</span></p>
<p>Friendship begins by offering what <span style="text-decoration:underline;">YOU</span> have to give, and not what someone else is willing to give to you; so with that in mind &#8211; do you have what it takes to be a good friend?</p>
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