Of all the friends I’ve had, I believe Maita is one of the friends I’ve spent most of my time with – chatting, smoking, stalking, getting a caffeine kick. We’re sorta neighbors (our houses are just 5 minutes away from each other), and we were blockmates , section LR19(where I met my dear dear friends).

Who would have thought this super landi girl I used to hate(we had the same crush hahaha) would be one of my most treasured friends? She’s a sister to me – sometimes an older, much more malandi sister who knew more about bags, shoes, fashion and sex than anyone I’ve ever met.

This isn’t a eulogy however, it’s somewhat an analogy actually.

You see, I used to hate Andrei so much I wouldn’t look at him when we HAD to talk. One time in Glorietta with our office-mates, I was talking about how Iwa Moto’s boyfriend is kinda…. not so pleasant looking, and as often was his style..

Andrei: bkt gwapo ba boyfriends mo?

Ven: bkt artista ba ako?

(see, witty repartee hahaha, that’s why he fell in love with me)

So to continue my previous post, Something had to happen for me to find my way to him.

Somebody broke my already bruised and battered heart. Although my friend Nikki would often be on the other end of the line to hear me rant, I needed someone with.. .chest hair to hear my rants. So everyday at lunch, during yosi breaks, and on the way home, he’d be there for me. I’d force him to accompany me in the elevator because I didn’t like to ride alone. We’d skip lunch and go to coffee bean so I could calm my nerves. We would go somewhere else – anywhere in the world – just so I wouldn’t see anyone I didn’t want to see. We even made a bet – whoever asks out his/her crush from Lowe by the end of January would be treated to dinner by the loser – in any resto he/she desires.

Andrei was just THERE – on my Instant messenger, in my mobile phone, in my mp3 player; he opened his world to me, and I introduced little bits of my life to him. It was really difficult to disassociate myself from him; and him from me.

and damn, it felt so right.

I realized I had the BEST BEST BEST friend a girl could ever ever ever want – and I wanted more.

Of course I didn’t say it outright. Haller, girl ako noh. We were probably too dumbdumb to realize how much we loved each other – or maybe we were just too careful not to ruin the friendship that just being friends would probably be enough (although thinking about it now, I’d often tell him that if he dropped me for a girl, I’d go psycho on him with a ballpen).

So he didn’t drop me for a girl, because apparently I was THE girl

ang fun noh!

To be concluded.