In this story both have long been out of university. They never dated though. They only knew each other through mutual friends and casual conversations. One was mending a broken heart, the other struggled with his purpose in life after his mum died.
They happened to be on the same beach for four days at the same time, on their own, trying to getaway from the pressures of their normal city lives.
Pran, with a bottle of beer in his hand, bumped into Pat who was walking towards the bar. Albeit being surprised to see each other there, they decided to hang out.
The following day, they spent together walking around. That evening, they skipped the beer and just went for a cosy dinner. Just as they were having coffee and dessert, they talked about why they were there, each taking turns.
Pran told Pat he wanted to be away from the questions his family and friends were asking - about the recent breakup. He felt that he gave everything in that relationship only to be cheated on. Not once, not twice, but three times a charm! How he got choked up in the middle of telling his story, Pat felt his pain.
Pat on the other hand, recently lost his mum. He wanted some peace. Some time to think. He couldn't imagine what life was going to be like for him without his "northern star", he said. His mum was his only safe space. It was just just the two of them his whole life. She told her that he needed to find a boyfriend... in her dying breath, so that he could be taken care of. She didn't want to go, because she still wanted to look after him, but it was time. Pat was in tears whilst telling Pran all of this. Pran felt the pain, too.
They've kept their pain for too long, that in that conversation they just let their burdens out on each other. Both felt free, liberated. And as they called it, they wished each other a peaceful sleep that night.
Their third day of having decided to hangout till the end of the vacation, they spent in the middle of the sea. Just letting themselves be caught in the breeze, and the moment. When the evening came, they decided on dinner and wine, talking about casual things.
They were caught in a moment of laughter when their eyes suddenly met. One had liked the other for too long without him and their mutual friends knowing. The other felt the same. But they needed to sort themselves out first before making any decisions. No one dared to tell the other how he felt. But when their eyes met, they just knew. And just like that, the evening went intimate.
The morning after, they knew it was a recipe for disaster. The feelings they had for each other were never spoken. But their current mental and emotional state, they knew too well, would not be able to let them carry on if they wanted to have a relationship.
It was when they got back to the city that they both realised that the nights they shared at the beach were liberating. Their conversations helped them realise what they needed to do after. When Pran drove Pat back to his flat he told him, "we never got to tell each other how we felt. But I know there was something that we could hopefully get back to after we got ourselves sorted."
To which Pat replied, "I'll hold on to that. I'll see you soon."
They stayed in toucht but they never saw each other again after that. Pran was sent overseas by the company he worked for. Pat still goes to the same beach every year. Holding on to whatever was left of the hope they had.
Love your thoughts... We still have one more week before we bid goodbye to PP, let's go ❤️
On a really serious and personal note, I'm lucky my therapy has been pre-paid for and will go on till end of March this year, so I can reassess myself.
The struggle in which I wanna help stream OUR SONG on youtube but I cry every time I watch the MV 😭😭😭
I can't for now. I still have those vivid images of Pat's tears rolling down his cheeks when Pran finished the song. Not to mention when they were standing in front of their homes.
I am glad to have shared this space with you and every beautiful person here. I never thought that watching who clowns around here at first would turn out to be a safe and engaging space.
If you ever get the chance to be in MNL, don't be shy. Or we should all plan a trip to TH once the Covid situation is safer for travel. I'll be the happiest to see you all by the beaches of Hua Hin, Phuket, Pattaya or Samui, or even in the midst of chaos of Bangkok.
Thank you for sharing that... It was exactly how I felt, *hugs tightly*. We all need hugs right now .... We will…
As someone who has separation anxiety from childhood that I have been coping with, that gate scene at the end was too much to bear for me. That's not to say though that it wasn't beautiful. It was a rather beautiful scene with very few words spoken. I'm still in pain but it has become less shitty now that last night.
If we could just all hug each other right now.
Thank you. and yes, we will stick around and go through every scene and every feeling, this show once or twice over, or in another.
I honestly don't think I'd ever look at the Bad Buddy the same way it started.
Last night changed my feelings towards the show but in a good way.
I got entertained in the first few episodes.
I felt the pain of unrequited love in 04.
I felt the truth in Pat's feelings towards Pran in 05, the fun in 06, Pat saving the day in 07 (showing he was willing to lose the bet if it means saving his love from trouble.
I saw the courage in 08, the reconciliation of feelings in 09.
I felt Dissaya's past betrayal, Pran's fear before admitting things to his mum and telling her off, Pat's frustration over what Ming did.
I felt the pain of separation after a moment of pure bliss in 11. This is what hit me so hard that I tried not to read and write any further comments until I pull myself back together.
11, for the inexperienced , is a getaway episode - where in life most of us have done or have wanted to do.
Just go somewhere where we can be free to do what we were told not to do. Even for a short while experience what it's like to be free from whatever worries we have had. And in that short while, Pat and Pran had their moment.
I had my moment, too.
I'm sure we were all with them even right through that intimate evening where we saw the 10 rating from Pat after. We were with them the morning after. We were with them when they decided they would go back to Bangkok.
And even though it was a painful slice in the heart when a tear rolled down Pat's cheek when Pran finished his song, I still felt so much love and joy for them.
When the moment of truth came, both standing in front of their respective houses, looking at each other, one saying we're home as tears again flowed through, the other wishing his love all the best calling him buddy, I BROKE.
I clutched my chest so hard as I couldn't bear the heavy stone that was place over it. My throat starting having an itchy burn. Suddenly, I was transported to the past, where I had to send someone off and I WAS LEFT ON MY OWN.
11 was about being free... and making wise decisions, choosing to be better sons than how their parents have been.
It was also about how selfless love can be -- both must have thought, "how can we be happy together if we have the big parts of us (our families) behind us in chaos. We love them, too as much as we love each other. So tonight we go home and make amends."
What broke my heart was NEITHER that decision NOR the preview for 12 where one said they broke up.
It was literally that scene alone, irrespective of context, when they had to walk their separate ways. To... for just one moment.. be away from each other.
I dream of a moment where we won't have to send someone off. Where we won't have to say goodbye, good-natured or not the reason is. I hope for all of you a time when finally, there's no more parting ways.
These were my thoughts at 4AM, when the image of that scene woke me up drenched in sweat.
Thank you, Pat & Pran.
Thank you, my Bad Buddy besties.
I know this sounds like you're never going to hear from me again. No, it isn't like that. I still wish to share another safe space with you in another show after next week. I still want to see us clowning around here even after the show is over.
Benedict, thank you! I feel so deconstructed by ep11 and the ending and the preview and I cannot even properly…
Morning, my besties Ben and Deesty. The picture of Pat and Prat standing in front of their houses, looking at each other, Pat in tears, before they walked was in my dreams when I slept. So, I didn't sleep well. I am a mess at the moment, and would need a serious distraction. This episode really should have had a trigger warning.
Same here, P'Hitted too close to the home again 😭😭😭BTW please take care!Sending hugs and strength your…
I understand that. I get Pat and Pran here.
Its literally the general idea of parting ways that gets me.
It's deep-seated separation anxiety for me, so it kind'a hit me hard. I don't like people sending each other off, or saying goodbye (particularly ariports). I used to hyperventilate when I come across situations like that.
Even sleepovers with friends, I try to avoid because it leaves me depressingly lonely when it's time to go home the next day.
Same here, P'Hitted too close to the home again 😭😭😭BTW please take care!Sending hugs and strength your…
Thank you, luv. The tightness in my chest has subsided and the sudden itchiness in my throat is gone. But it still feels heavy for me. I will probably skip re-watching it till I'm better.
It really did hit hard on me. Give me all sorts of drama, but not people parting ways.
Thank you.
Jeez! The places and times that single frame transported me back to.
read again whilst listening to this -- https://open.spotify.com/track/0YJxNXe6QrgcjXJNNnPPrN?si=1e7bd49afba94d48
(feel free to listen to this whilst reading - https://open.spotify.com/track/0YJxNXe6QrgcjXJNNnPPrN?si=1e7bd49afba94d48)
In this story both have long been out of university. They never dated though. They only knew each other through mutual friends and casual conversations. One was mending a broken heart, the other struggled with his purpose in life after his mum died.
They happened to be on the same beach for four days at the same time, on their own, trying to getaway from the pressures of their normal city lives.
Pran, with a bottle of beer in his hand, bumped into Pat who was walking towards the bar. Albeit being surprised to see each other there, they decided to hang out.
The following day, they spent together walking around. That evening, they skipped the beer and just went for a cosy dinner. Just as they were having coffee and dessert, they talked about why they were there, each taking turns.
Pran told Pat he wanted to be away from the questions his family and friends were asking - about the recent breakup. He felt that he gave everything in that relationship only to be cheated on. Not once, not twice, but three times a charm! How he got choked up in the middle of telling his story, Pat felt his pain.
Pat on the other hand, recently lost his mum. He wanted some peace. Some time to think. He couldn't imagine what life was going to be like for him without his "northern star", he said. His mum was his only safe space. It was just just the two of them his whole life. She told her that he needed to find a boyfriend... in her dying breath, so that he could be taken care of. She didn't want to go, because she still wanted to look after him, but it was time. Pat was in tears whilst telling Pran all of this. Pran felt the pain, too.
They've kept their pain for too long, that in that conversation they just let their burdens out on each other. Both felt free, liberated. And as they called it, they wished each other a peaceful sleep that night.
Their third day of having decided to hangout till the end of the vacation, they spent in the middle of the sea. Just letting themselves be caught in the breeze, and the moment. When the evening came, they decided on dinner and wine, talking about casual things.
They were caught in a moment of laughter when their eyes suddenly met. One had liked the other for too long without him and their mutual friends knowing. The other felt the same. But they needed to sort themselves out first before making any decisions. No one dared to tell the other how he felt. But when their eyes met, they just knew. And just like that, the evening went intimate.
The morning after, they knew it was a recipe for disaster. The feelings they had for each other were never spoken. But their current mental and emotional state, they knew too well, would not be able to let them carry on if they wanted to have a relationship.
It was when they got back to the city that they both realised that the nights they shared at the beach were liberating. Their conversations helped them realise what they needed to do after. When Pran drove Pat back to his flat he told him, "we never got to tell each other how we felt. But I know there was something that we could hopefully get back to after we got ourselves sorted."
To which Pat replied, "I'll hold on to that. I'll see you soon."
They stayed in toucht but they never saw each other again after that. Pran was sent overseas by the company he worked for. Pat still goes to the same beach every year. Holding on to whatever was left of the hope they had.
I'm better than last night, thank you.
If you ever get the chance to be in MNL, don't be shy. Or we should all plan a trip to TH once the Covid situation is safer for travel. I'll be the happiest to see you all by the beaches of Hua Hin, Phuket, Pattaya or Samui, or even in the midst of chaos of Bangkok.
If we could just all hug each other right now.
Thank you. and yes, we will stick around and go through every scene and every feeling, this show once or twice over, or in another.
Last night changed my feelings towards the show but in a good way.
I got entertained in the first few episodes.
I felt the pain of unrequited love in 04.
I felt the truth in Pat's feelings towards Pran in 05, the fun in 06, Pat saving the day in 07 (showing he was willing to lose the bet if it means saving his love from trouble.
I saw the courage in 08, the reconciliation of feelings in 09.
I felt Dissaya's past betrayal, Pran's fear before admitting things to his mum and telling her off, Pat's frustration over what Ming did.
I felt the pain of separation after a moment of pure bliss in 11. This is what hit me so hard that I tried not to read and write any further comments until I pull myself back together.
11, for the inexperienced , is a getaway episode - where in life most of us have done or have wanted to do.
Just go somewhere where we can be free to do what we were told not to do. Even for a short while experience what it's like to be free from whatever worries we have had. And in that short while, Pat and Pran had their moment.
I had my moment, too.
I'm sure we were all with them even right through that intimate evening where we saw the 10 rating from Pat after. We were with them the morning after. We were with them when they decided they would go back to Bangkok.
And even though it was a painful slice in the heart when a tear rolled down Pat's cheek when Pran finished his song, I still felt so much love and joy for them.
When the moment of truth came, both standing in front of their respective houses, looking at each other, one saying we're home as tears again flowed through, the other wishing his love all the best calling him buddy, I BROKE.
I clutched my chest so hard as I couldn't bear the heavy stone that was place over it. My throat starting having an itchy burn. Suddenly, I was transported to the past, where I had to send someone off and I WAS LEFT ON MY OWN.
11 was about being free... and making wise decisions, choosing to be better sons than how their parents have been.
It was also about how selfless love can be -- both must have thought, "how can we be happy together if we have the big parts of us (our families) behind us in chaos. We love them, too as much as we love each other. So tonight we go home and make amends."
What broke my heart was NEITHER that decision NOR the preview for 12 where one said they broke up.
It was literally that scene alone, irrespective of context, when they had to walk their separate ways. To... for just one moment.. be away from each other.
I dream of a moment where we won't have to send someone off. Where we won't have to say goodbye, good-natured or not the reason is. I hope for all of you a time when finally, there's no more parting ways.
These were my thoughts at 4AM, when the image of that scene woke me up drenched in sweat.
Thank you, Pat & Pran.
Thank you, my Bad Buddy besties.
I know this sounds like you're never going to hear from me again. No, it isn't like that. I still wish to share another safe space with you in another show after next week. I still want to see us clowning around here even after the show is over.
Thank you @Cyrene.
Tonight has been bittersweet for me, but that's not to say the episode wasn't good. It was awesome.
Oh god! Just thinking about next week when the shows over, how are we going to even say "see you in another show's thread".
Its literally the general idea of parting ways that gets me.
It's deep-seated separation anxiety for me, so it kind'a hit me hard. I don't like people sending each other off, or saying goodbye (particularly ariports). I used to hyperventilate when I come across situations like that.
Even sleepovers with friends, I try to avoid because it leaves me depressingly lonely when it's time to go home the next day.
It really did hit hard on me. Give me all sorts of drama, but not people parting ways.