“Hey Seul, I’m going to use one of your cups. I need a drink.”

Muttering under my breath, I throw the picture frame on the bed. “! She’s already finished eating and I’ve been wasting my time looking at old pictures.”

Racing out of my bedroom, I enter the kitchen with a familiar sight. Stage three was starting and it begins with Wendy’s special cocktail of half a litre of apple juice, two cans of beer, one bottle of soju, a cup of vodka topped off with a splash of brandy in a jug which she drinks by herself. I have dubbed this infamous drink as the “Heart Ache Cocktail”.

After proceeding to get gloriously drunk, I have to sit through a marathon of badly sung, off-key, tone-deaf sad ballads for at least an hour. Of which, I must be present at all times to make sure she neither injures herself or damages my stuff. I wasn’t going to make that mistake after one drunken episode when she managed to break her arm as well as my coffee table, even though I was dying to get the ear plugs I forgot in my bedside table because I was too busy reminiscing about that damn photo.

Say something, I'm giving up on you

I'll be the one, if you want me to

Anywhere, I would've followed you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

Say Something, Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera

Slumped on the floor, I knew her ballad karaoke session was nearing its end when she starts wailing ‘Say Something’, the second-last song of her official heartbroken setlist, into the light-up toy microphone.

Thankfully since moving into the new apartment six months ago, I no longer have to worry about the neighbours calling the cops due to a ‘residential disturbance’. Trust me when I say that it isn’t fun trying to pathetically explain the drunken mess of a best friend that is currently half singing and half devouring a whole cake whilst lying splayed flat on her back. No matter how earnest the reasoning, it will never not be ridiculous trying to justify the fact that she woke people three floors up because her best friend chose a blind date over their yearly anniversary celebration.

“WE PROMISED EACH OTHER SEUL- ”

“Look I understand, he’s an but how about we try and keep it down. While we’re at it, why don’t you pass me your glass…”

“I get that it’s just some stupid anniversary but we said ‘Wan & Chan Forever’. Doesn’t that mean anything? Was all of our sacrifices and hard work that meaningless to him?”

“First off, that is the corniest thing ever. How did you guys even think ’Wan and Chan Forever’ was a good idea? Secondly, I’ve seen how you guys struggled together so I don’t get why the dickhead would ever think that it is ok to brush off this anniversary for a stupid blind date. Does he even know that you worked multiple jobs at cafes and convenience stores while pretending to be sleeping over at my place just so you can put in every last penny you earned in the sinking business? God, if you didn’t love him so much I would’ve bashed his skull in already…”

“Hey, he’s not that bad. You don’t have to curse him out so much. Maybe he just forgot and