My Girls, My Homies
One of the many perks having old friends over is company on a TRIP down memory lane. Like a slideshow of images the memories include frames you would crop or stretch, skip or freeze, dodge or keep, whatever you wish. While some are bright and cheery, the others are pitch-black or simple you would almost instantly embellish. You get all tickled pink exchanging stories, exploring every nook and cranny, dwelling on some as if you have chanced upon a stand-out image on an index print. After an exhausting trip and all your energy is on the wane, you just enjoy each other’s company while the pot takes forever to brew your coffee.
Truth be told, talking to your good old friends in person totally defies the parameters of cyberspace. You feel your insides churn sometimes at the sight of all the hoity-toities, high-and mighty, stuck-up people cluttered around you, some of them swaggering with all their newly-acquired status, wealth or self-importance. What a relief to finally be with people who are happy for your blessings and do not rejoice over your adversities. People who know you too well (and vice-versa) to make out what you are uttering through clenched teeth (because Mama is within hearing distance, lol), and see marshmallows beneath your tough cookie exterior. You cannot contain your happiness knowing they are just around the corner, just stone throws away to share your frenzied or lethargic state with.
It is good to have them here again, in the flesh, my homies, my College bestfriends Ivy and Dhaisy. It is refreshing, just like a TONIC that cures my ILLS. Actually the best part is, I get to cut down on my phone BILLS. Boo-hoo!
