sizterrete

for my siz.. written on June 20, 2008

A solid, loud voice in a karaoke - could she be a singer?
A popular 'mamita' in the city - could she be a mother?
A well-liked poem for her close friends - could she be a poet?
A confidante, the sounding board everyone would wish for - could she be a seraph?
Or could she be just any other ordinary girl in town?

At the very first fleeting look, I never liked her. If there is one person I would lastly approach it would definitely be her. That was my initial momentary feeling. And I don't know why - maybe because I saw her as 'maarte', or maybe because she's so raucous and her voice sounded like a thunder to me and it splits my ears!

Or maybe because I was just used to stay at a silent room, where everything that surrounded me is books, formula, calculator...I was seriously preparing myself for the board examination for the past 4 months when the company hired me.
But uhhh! Whatever! I just don't like her! And that's the end of it.

But of course I don't need to show her all the things I had in mind. It's not my personality to attack anybody doing nothing to me.
After many months of pretending she never existed, we finally got the chance to be acquainted with each other.
Ferdie and Sean are my friends and she's Ferdie and Sean's friend too so I have no choice than to befriend her.
Perhaps I don't wanna lose lunch buddies..

That's how it was. Until one time I unintentionally pinged her.

I don’t know why I did it but I just enjoyed chatting with her the whole day.
I suddenly realized that I was losing myself, confiding all my cares in life with her - my top secrets,
my deepest fears, my nonsense decisions – everything!
And she was just there, smiling when I’m happy, listening when I talk, tapping my back
when I cry, and reminding me to stop when it’s over.

She’s really amazing! It still astounds me until now where did she get such kind of knack.
She’s so wonderful and I love her. I know she’ll always be there for me.

Thanks for everything siz! Hope you'll love this…