The first time I mingled with her, I hated her. I told myself I didn’t want to be friends with her. After all, all that she uttered were pang-ookray and lait. Imagine how shocked I was when I heard her tell her high school batchmate that this classmate is the perfect model of Purina Chow pig feeds! And at no less than DL Umali Hall ha, just when a throng of people was coming out after a play! And yes, in a loud voice.
I tried to avoid her like the plague, but I was stuck to her in our evening Soc Sci1 class. I don’t think she’d been eager to befriend me either, but I guess she had no choice–she had this huge aversion against our other classmates there. Thus she chose to sit beside me. After class one day, she asked me to eat isaw with her at Raymundo Gate. There we actually talked, and I realized she had a heart! I guess one turning point I had with her was when she accompanied me to a pharmacy to buy sleeping pills (one of those Dewmaine the Drama Queen days). Since I was one scaredy cat, I asked her to buy them for me. And I was amazed at how she actually was able to coerce the pharmacist to give me sleeping pills without prescription.
And the rest, they say, is history. That one isaw food trip jumpstarted a string of milestones I shared with her all through college: her bringing me durian she stole from her Daddy (food I missed so much in Los Banos when I was in college) when she learned I was heartbroken; almost getting caught cheating with the attendance sheet in AgEcon 140 class; ditching Math 14 class because the time of my Math 14 class was her vacant period; making my break-up with an A-hole ex waaaay easier (as far as I remember, I didn’t I even grieve for the demise of our super short-lived relationship) because we made fun of him (which Randy said is just soooo mean); and yes, thousands of okrayan moments: Ano ba ‘yang kwarto mo kulay tae, ‘yang suot mo ang baduy, ‘yang luto mo hindi maintindihan, ang OA mo mag-pronounce ng mga salita, etc. Of course, I too later mastered the okrayan craft. And I mastered it so well that she often stares agape when I give her a dose of her own medicine. But I’m sure she’s proud of me–her okrayan protege.
Just thinking about how far we’ve come along moves me to tears. I keep on telling her that if hadn’t been for her, I’d have even more friends in college. You see, she was a total snob, and because of her strong personality and nitpicking, she ad lots of haters too. But I guess the reason why she had so many haters is because she is fiercely loyal and protective of her friends. So by virtue of hatred osmosis, her friends’ enemies’ hatred is passed on to her. And by virtue of hatred photosynthesis, her friends’ enemies’ hatred of her become even bigger.
Today is her birthday, and my ardent wish is for her to get her happily-ever-after, whatever her version of it is. Happy birthday!
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