Be aware that I'm not talking about the so-called significant other. Nope. Some people just got me hit in the head last night (well, not literally) and all I could be thankful of is the fact that they are also people who laughed at me right after, yet they still made sure that I was alive.

I'd call them a contradiction that somehow balances out. You chose them, they chose you. Not a match made in heaven, but both sides just click to one another. Simply, they're the best friends. The ones we always pray to be able to call The Squad of My Life. My best friends? You mean.., the one who made sure I got hit in the head? Uuh, they're the worst. I don't even know what did I do and how I ended up hanging out with people like them. Like, God, did You curse me?

LOL. Kidding.

You guys are the best. Like, legit best. I can rant about aaaanything to you, I got you complaining for venting about the same thing for the millionth time, but you didn't give up on me (which I'm like, super very thankful of). We know nothing about life, we are all just as blind about the future. But that's what make it ridiculously fun to be around all of you. I will run with you wherever the destination is, even if it's a quicksand. Because... I know I'm not gonna be trapped alone.

There's this one I have known for over three years, but 2014 brought us together. She's got issues with guys and I hope she'll find her one. Not because I'm sick of listening to her stories (hell, that will never gonna happen. EVER.) but really, I just want her to be happy. Oh and thank you for making your house available at any given time!

And this one person... Oh, God, don't make me do it. He's like, every single thing combined in a body. He listens very well, he gives advice (not) very well, he made fun to every existing person at school, he calls me names, but still he's the loveliest guy among us. Well, duh. He's got so many layers of colors in his blood.

There's always the goofy goober of a squad. There she is, an ambitious lil chick that will literally get all of her sh*t together to make it to Japan. However, she's the cutest of all, the munching machine, my sleepy makaroni ngehe addict.

The pervert one! Geez, the panicky, all-time baper and overly excited young lady, she is. Her house is my second getaway destination. And third would be Plaza Senayan's open area in which magical things usually happen. *winks*

She's very quiet. Doesn't talk much, doesn't go out much, and is the one that empowers me and the other girls to be an independent woman. She's a true introvert, sometimes I wish I could be as quiet as she is.

Everyone knows her as the naive one. She doesn't know much about some things so that the rest of us had to tell her. Her innocence is an easy way to entertain us. She's very sweet and cute and spontaneous.

Last one but never the least, the one that develops a passion in creative writing. Her blog never ever ever fails to create this stupid giggly face on me, even when I'm out alone. She's the comedian. Thoughtful, a listener, and do expect funny responds from her.

I have know many many names in my whole life. And it would be nicer if I also credit those people that know me all to well, for they'd taught me so much in life. We don't see each other very often now, but when we do, it's nothing but love and happiness. Also, there's this person that used to see the best in me, even when I'm not even sure if I'm doing good enough. Thank you, thank you very much.

All of us came from different backgrounds, grew up with different issues, we aim different goals, we've got different stories and flaws, but the concept of friendship works out on us. We hate the same person, we're passionate about the same thing, we dance to the same tune, we have similar fashion taste, we love the same exact sushi (!!!) and we're up for anything, but with the same exceptions. We're not the best discussion group, though. Because most times we ended up dropping off what we talked about and made fun of each other instead. They're the ones I can absentmindedly laugh with. And as someone who spends most of her days of the week at school, those bundles of insanity are the ones I always, always look for. We do not go with I-Love-You's but more of those PG-13 words. But this time let me do it politely. You guys rock, and oh, how I love each and every single one of you.

To me, those super duper mega extra special people are who I look up to, and who I always look after. I do find myself thinking, "temen gue kok begini-begini amat, sih?" for every genuine laughter that I had when I'm with them, or for every time I got bullied by them. But I'm not a saint, and neither are they. Each of us is pretty much an unfinished puzzle and we let each other fill the missing pieces and their existence definitely paints colors to my blank pages. My friends are my support system, right after my faith and my family. But the friends support more like, in a goofier way. I reaaally appreciate them.

For every single time I get to spend breathing oxygen, especially times I spend with them, I cherish it. Because in fact, people do change. Inevitably. Thus, all I can pray is that we're only changing to a better person, for ourselves and for one another. Also I pray for us to stay fabulously inseparable, regardless what people say and how far we'd come. I mean, let's get real now, you guys, tell me who could afford losing people in life? Nah, not me. Not most people, I suppose.

There are countless time's I've let them down. With my attitude, my decisions, my opinions and all the silly little things I did without even thinking. And I really am sorry. But they could handle me at my worst, and they bring out the best of me. That is all that matters, and I couldn't be any prouder to have them in my life. Y'all, you're the best.

Spreading good vibes,

Sarita Ayas