Yesterday was a significant day for me, as I met up with my
"One Yr Meet Once Buddy" SHAN.
She still looks and dresses the same way- long hair, pants, baggy top and sneakers:) She has not changed one bit since she left SCGS. She was my P2,p4,p5 n p6 classmate, first impression I had of her was that she was very quiet, always minding her own business and not stepping on anyone's toes. A very helpful and well-mannered girl, who had no enemies in class. Even though she was as silent as a mouse, she made her presence felt in the class. For eg - she would send me a birthday and christmas card even though we were not close. Despite this through out my primary sch days, the no of sentences which I spoke to her can be counted using my fingers. So we were Hi-Bye friends and that was about it. Both of our personalities are on extreme ends of the scale. she is an introvate while I am an extrovate. Thus being thrown together as sitting partners in the beginning of SEC 1 proved to be a huge problem. This was because I was extremely talkative and inquisitive, while she was very quiet and as she did not know me well, her ans were all in one syllabus. So most of the time it felt like I was talking to wall. It was patience and time, which broke down the boundary between the both of us. As soon I realised that behind her quiet mannarism was a girl of great beauty and strength. Building up a friendship with her was one of the most difficult friendship I had ever built up because it took a very long time for us to understand and trust one another. The whole journey was tiring and tedious, as there were many moments when I just wanted to give up the friendship. But I am thankful I hung on and perservered or I would not have met such a trustworthy friend. Now that we are close, she is really talkative and open, will miss her presence when she returns. Whenever I get up every morn, I will see an sms from her waiting for me in my inbox. Despite the distance of I don't know how many km, I am glad we are still in contact. I miss you loads.
