Note : the series #1-#7 is the introduction to stories about the best friends I met during my high school years. They decorate my life so beautifully and they deserve their own category in this blog
By now you must have thought that I don’t have any girl friend.
But you’re wrong, #4 is a she.
She thought I was an arrogant girl when she first saw me. To tell you the truth, I don’t remember her at all in the first year of high school. I only notice her in my junior year. I think she still didn’t like when were in the same class.
How did we become besties then? Maybe it all started when she’s OK when she saw me singing and dancing Macarena on the table (in the class during recess) with my 2 guy friends. I think she even clapped her hands cheering for us. She was also pretty cool with my quirkiness (yes, not only #3 is the quirky in the gang). She was so cool that I decided to sit beside her through the rest of my junior year.
Basically we share the same taste in ‘80s music and books, we then complemented each other’s interest. I introduced her to rock n’ roll and alternative music, she introduced me to comic books (she tried her best but not really working on me, I can’t tell the difference between the characters in comic books). During unimportant subjects (like, say hi to Sociology class), we randomly picked up a song or a book that we both like and fantasizing about making the film. In our young and naïve minds, we’d succeeded in casting Jaclyn Smith in one of Sydney Sheldon’s books and also a film synopsis adapted from the Cranberries’ Linger.
In her naïve/crazy trait, she’s very similar to Phoebe of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. She sometimes asks silly questions which we need to really think hard to find the answer. After all, there’s no easy question in life. She always speaks what’s on her mind, sometimes it’s too funny we can’t help fall off our chair laughing. She always has cool stories to share we listen to them with our mouths hanging open. It’s so fun when she’s around. Laughter is guaranteed.
Most of the times, she does things impulsively and recklessly. Observers who watch on the side (like me and my friends) are sometimes scared to see, but in the end when all comes together we envy her courage to do things her way. Listening to her stories (and being part of her life) adds some spice in life. For me the most precious lessons I learn from her is that it’s fine to live on the edge, things will be alright at the end.
She’s a hard working woman and a mother of 3.
It’s amazing that she can still have time to be my best friend, anytime, anywhere.