of UHU glue and guy candy

the thing about having a best friend born on the same day as you in the same damn hospital ward exactly 22 years ago and knowing each other for the past 15 years is that you're stuck being sisters for life.
let's face it: there must be some divine intervention up above basically Uhu-glueing you two together, whether you like it or not.

so since she got herself some boy candy on her arm, i got to do my job and make sure the guy is not some kinda no-balls scumbagjerkpig, all rolled into one.
and i went surveying with Edna in tow, which consisted of a Thai dinner and an overnight stay at her hostel.
and i saw a different side of her.
she giggles now.
she blushes now.
she even stays up late at night now. (which she almost never does, even for exams)
it's an amazing, sweet, cute change.
she's still the same old down-to-earth sister that i never had.
except for the occasional sweet blush on her cheeks, her bashful comments about him, that 'Mars and Venus in a Relationship' book by her bed.
and her asking me about all the mechanics of relationships, which i might not the be the best person to ask, seeing as i've had 2 failed relationships, of 1 which is the classic example of a bad relationship.
the guy in her life seems decent enough to be gentlemanly, responsible enough to be the chairperson of 2 committees, humorous enough to make her giggle, special enough to make her overlook the fact that 1) he's one year younger 2)he's the same height as her (being taller than her WAS a prerequisite).
and eventhough i was hoping that she would get a guy that matched her exact ideal type (being together for 15 years made me well aware of her ideal guy type) and this present one happens to match only half of the prerequisites, when she asked my opinion of the guy,
i said, "as long as he makes you feel special and beautiful, and you go to bed with a smile on your face after he calls to say goodnight to you, and you wake up and think it's gonna be an awesome day because you get to see him, and your quarrels are nothing compared to his sweet smses, and you willingly make sacrifices for each other without losing yourselves in the process, and most importantly, you feel genuinely happy just being with him without feeling guilty, then he's a keeper. and he can count me as a friend anytime anywhere, as long as he doesn't make you cry because if he does, i know people in Penang who have quite important strings."

and she blushingly said, "i do feel happy with him."

and that was enough for me. for the time being.
and eventhough i have this intensifying niggling tinge in my heart that reminds me that there's a 3rd person now in this 2-person deal i have with her, it's ok as long as she still blushes and giggles and is sweet and happy... and of course, still calls me by my chinese name and is around to have late-night MSN convos with.