Friends

After talking it out with Amsy, I guess we're okay now. We are picking up where we left off. I learned a thing or two. One thing she taught me in this whole deadmahan thing is to put myself in her shoes. It's not really easy to see things from another person's perspective. It takes a lot of understanding, which I am willing to give. Because despite my countless rantings about friends, I am a person who believes in second, third, and gazillion chances. I don't give up on people easily. And they won't get rid of me that easily as well.

I am lucky to have hard-to-find friends. I have guy friends who are sweet and chivalrous, and who give out hugs and "labyu!" without malice and hesitation. I belong to a barkada whose families I am introduced to, whose stories of girlfriends and lovelives are shared. The kind of company who laughs at my corniest jokes and gags at my mistakes. Friends who give a pat on the back for a job well done and feed genuine comments regardless if they are good or bad. Buddies who are comfortable enough to share even their sex lives (sometimes it gets too comfy it makes me puke!), honest enough to tell me my faults, and willing to share my burden.

I am glad the barkada is back. No more animosity whatsoever.