true enough, there’s people you’d meet who you thought the least would become your friends but surprisingly..in very uncompromising ways, they become what you least expect them to be..
not my habit to drop names so i’ll just rhetorically label them..
there was this silly carefree peyups blockmate of mine (didn’t i just say i wouldn’t drop names..right) he always carries with him his silly and ridiculous antics..the kind of dude who’d find such pure delight in annoying and vexing people around him..if you’re a newbie in the envi or a first-timer then, you’d naturally be pissed..but for strange reasons though, his egoistic tricks wouldn’t get into my frail veins..despite how hard he laughs out his face over my sometimes weird demeanor or my jurassic ways, i just have a way of blocking him off..at one point, he confesses how he enjoys vexing me because it doesn’t seem to bother me at all..and i could only look back at him with my own mischievous grimace..and i guess he knows we understood each other then, even if rarely do we sit back and talk like normal good friends do..
and that mean girl..(right, pardon the adjective but nothing any more befitting eheh..a blockmate too way back peyups days..)..the kind you’d treasure not for many reasons but for little but really good and classy ones..the kind that you’d carry with you and reckon with yearning..she hated me so much for reasons i woudn’t know then..she wasn’t even candid about how she felt towards me but unforgivingly upfront about it..it was more than enough when she even managed to pinpoint me in an open forum with a group that amongst us, it was i she doesn’t like..i really wouldn’t know what exactly she was meaning then but it did bother me for a while..not because i wasn’t aware that i was nowhere near likeable..i’ve learned my lesson early on that you never can please everybody ergo, i really didn’t need her to teach me that lesson..but something in her indifference towards me made me wonder enough..not that it was totally getting into my nerves..but even so, i mustered enough courage to brush her aside..just blocked her off my way silently til then..never bothered to change an inch of me just because so (not everyone sees it but i have this silent meanness in me too..)..and so i kept my distance..two years after sharing the same classroom..who would have thought, that mean girl became one of my trusted pals (the coolest on a lighter note i should say)..the pivotal moment happened when our block was having a practice for a dance number..we both got tired at the same time so we sat at the sides..just the two of us..couldn’t figure how awkward that moment was but it sure did pave the way to a meaningful friendship..one of the best conversations really..then on, we didn’t’ become inseparable (we still went with different sets of friends..) but time to time, in between those frantic college stretch and strife, we’d always find a way to sit back and talk like we were the bestest of friends..sure, time does have its way of fixing things up..
the reminiscing has turn melancholic..good ole buddies..cutting out..:>
not my habit to drop names so i’ll just rhetorically label them..
there was this silly carefree peyups blockmate of mine (didn’t i just say i wouldn’t drop names..right) he always carries with him his silly and ridiculous antics..the kind of dude who’d find such pure delight in annoying and vexing people around him..if you’re a newbie in the envi or a first-timer then, you’d naturally be pissed..but for strange reasons though, his egoistic tricks wouldn’t get into my frail veins..despite how hard he laughs out his face over my sometimes weird demeanor or my jurassic ways, i just have a way of blocking him off..at one point, he confesses how he enjoys vexing me because it doesn’t seem to bother me at all..and i could only look back at him with my own mischievous grimace..and i guess he knows we understood each other then, even if rarely do we sit back and talk like normal good friends do..
and that mean girl..(right, pardon the adjective but nothing any more befitting eheh..a blockmate too way back peyups days..)..the kind you’d treasure not for many reasons but for little but really good and classy ones..the kind that you’d carry with you and reckon with yearning..she hated me so much for reasons i woudn’t know then..she wasn’t even candid about how she felt towards me but unforgivingly upfront about it..it was more than enough when she even managed to pinpoint me in an open forum with a group that amongst us, it was i she doesn’t like..i really wouldn’t know what exactly she was meaning then but it did bother me for a while..not because i wasn’t aware that i was nowhere near likeable..i’ve learned my lesson early on that you never can please everybody ergo, i really didn’t need her to teach me that lesson..but something in her indifference towards me made me wonder enough..not that it was totally getting into my nerves..but even so, i mustered enough courage to brush her aside..just blocked her off my way silently til then..never bothered to change an inch of me just because so (not everyone sees it but i have this silent meanness in me too..)..and so i kept my distance..two years after sharing the same classroom..who would have thought, that mean girl became one of my trusted pals (the coolest on a lighter note i should say)..the pivotal moment happened when our block was having a practice for a dance number..we both got tired at the same time so we sat at the sides..just the two of us..couldn’t figure how awkward that moment was but it sure did pave the way to a meaningful friendship..one of the best conversations really..then on, we didn’t’ become inseparable (we still went with different sets of friends..) but time to time, in between those frantic college stretch and strife, we’d always find a way to sit back and talk like we were the bestest of friends..sure, time does have its way of fixing things up..
the reminiscing has turn melancholic..good ole buddies..cutting out..:>
