Well its been sometime since my last(first) blog post and I think its about time I acknowledge the very person because of whom I started blogging. She's my best friend. She is, The Jobless Chick .
Well it all began in the 9th grade, but according to her, it all began in the 2nd grade when I apparently tried to choke her(an incident I do not remember). But officially, we started talking due to a 21 dares game, involving me, her best friend, and of course, her, The jobless chick.
And from there, it went on and on, every single day, until we gradually stopped playing the game as we knew everything about the other. And gradually, due to her rather jobless lifestyle, one of her friends came up with the nick name, The jobless chick.
But, there was this one day, I can't remember when but I remember the day's events very clearly. In school due to reasons I cannot presently recollect, I was rather low. And that day was just a dull day. Until I reached home. I got this call from an unknown number, and on picking up, before I can even say a word, the other person said, "what the hell is wrong with you?" It took me a moment, but I realised. It was none other than The jobless chick.
And well we talked for an hour on the phone and she made sure I felt better, I felt happy. We talked about various things, school, friends, tuitions, the weather, and how jobless she was in life. And before I cut the call, she said, "you're sure you're alright na? ".And all I said was, "Ya dude". And I think at that point she knew I was.
That day I realised. She wasn't just a mere friend. She's one of those people who cares. She's one of those who makes you feel better. She's one of those people who helps you fight for yourself. She's one of those who's there for you. A person who may not have the solution to all your problems but will always stand by you. She's one of those people who is awesome in every sense.
And then this day comes when she's low. When she feels lost. And that's when you know you have to be there for her. Because you know with her sadness lies yours too. You call her, and just talk to her, not asking what she's feeling or how she is feeling. You just talk. You cheer her up, or just make her forget, even for a moment. You do that because you know that she'll get through no matter what, because you believe in her, and you see the strength in her for her to fight back. You do it because you know that one day, soon enough, she'll go back to being her old awesome self. You do it, because she is your best friend.
Well, at the end, all I can say is that I'll always call her "the jobless chick", but we both will always know that she is much more than that.
She's the chick we deserve, not the one we need. We tease her about practically everything because she can take it. Because she's not a person who'll bitch about us later, but come back with a comeback then and there. She's, the Jobless chick.
Well it all began in the 9th grade, but according to her, it all began in the 2nd grade when I apparently tried to choke her(an incident I do not remember). But officially, we started talking due to a 21 dares game, involving me, her best friend, and of course, her, The jobless chick.
And from there, it went on and on, every single day, until we gradually stopped playing the game as we knew everything about the other. And gradually, due to her rather jobless lifestyle, one of her friends came up with the nick name, The jobless chick.
But, there was this one day, I can't remember when but I remember the day's events very clearly. In school due to reasons I cannot presently recollect, I was rather low. And that day was just a dull day. Until I reached home. I got this call from an unknown number, and on picking up, before I can even say a word, the other person said, "what the hell is wrong with you?" It took me a moment, but I realised. It was none other than The jobless chick.
And well we talked for an hour on the phone and she made sure I felt better, I felt happy. We talked about various things, school, friends, tuitions, the weather, and how jobless she was in life. And before I cut the call, she said, "you're sure you're alright na? ".And all I said was, "Ya dude". And I think at that point she knew I was.
That day I realised. She wasn't just a mere friend. She's one of those people who cares. She's one of those who makes you feel better. She's one of those people who helps you fight for yourself. She's one of those who's there for you. A person who may not have the solution to all your problems but will always stand by you. She's one of those people who is awesome in every sense.
And then this day comes when she's low. When she feels lost. And that's when you know you have to be there for her. Because you know with her sadness lies yours too. You call her, and just talk to her, not asking what she's feeling or how she is feeling. You just talk. You cheer her up, or just make her forget, even for a moment. You do that because you know that she'll get through no matter what, because you believe in her, and you see the strength in her for her to fight back. You do it because you know that one day, soon enough, she'll go back to being her old awesome self. You do it, because she is your best friend.
Well, at the end, all I can say is that I'll always call her "the jobless chick", but we both will always know that she is much more than that.
She's the chick we deserve, not the one we need. We tease her about practically everything because she can take it. Because she's not a person who'll bitch about us later, but come back with a comeback then and there. She's, the Jobless chick.
