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Thursday, May 29, 2008
Georgia's 21st birthday at Essential Brews. This girl is one of the best things that happened to my life, I always tell her. The first time I ever knew this girl existed was at bondue camp 06. She became a famous freshie overnight by dancing like a total hottie at a club during one of the camp's activities. I heard many things about her. And then she re-appeared, this time more proximate in my life. In my Leadership & Teambuilding and Business Communication classes. Snatched the limelight spot immediately on the first lessons, of both classes, of course. Speaking so confidently than anyone else I knew of, she got almost everyone talking about her and her style of talking. I was thinking, "This girl is definitely going to pin an A+ down with Tom Estad. Boo for everyone."
Georgia was the one who brought lemon meringue muffins over to my little cottage house to welcome me in the neighbourhood. BAH of course I don't live in Pennsylvania or something. What I mean is that she took the first step to come into my life. She came up to me and told me something like this, "Athena, I want to say that your speech was damn good, and I really, really, seriously, admire the way you speak in class, because it's something that I cannot accomplish. You know the way I present, it's like maybe the audience feel like I'm stepping in their space, over their boundary, because sometimes people just want to be comfortable in their seats and listen, but somehow I can't make them feel like that, and you are one person I know that has been good at it." Quite a mouthful, isn't it? She does say a whole lot of things to you.
I was pretty taken back, because my impression was that Georgia was the first girl I knew in university, to be the most charismatic and confident female whenever she does her in-class presentations. Overhearing her conversations with classmates further reinforced this impression that this girl was definitely not one to hide her feelings and she could express her thoughts very well, so much that I couldn't find anyone else I knew to compare with. And there she was,with brightly lit eyes and a sincere face, telling me she admired me. I wasn't sure what to do except say thank you.
Then I organized a cycling out with my COMM101 group mates, and I asked Curren (who is a good friend of Georgia) to ask Georgia along as well. I rented rollerblades and I was blading so slowly that those people cycling were miles ahead of me, and poor Curren had to hold my hand and blade at my snail-sluggish-turtle speed as well.
Georgia came much later, rented a bicycle, and seeing how exhausted I was from the stupid blading she agreed to switch activities with me. Means she wore my blades and I took her bicycle. Her feet was too small for my blades, she didn't mind wearing my socks, she didn't mind she was tired having reached Singapore from Bali a few hours ago, she didn't complain about the inconvenience of wearing a dress, she reassured me and told me to take her bag and cycle off.
When we were done with cycling, everyone else wanted to go home or had to go somewhere. Only Georgia said she wanted to chill and I was free for the afternoon so we both headed to a coffeeplace at Parkway Parade. She paid for the meal without one ounce of hesitation. Didn't even look at me to pay my share and continued talking away. That was the first time I got to know Georgia in person, her past, her present, her life, her ideals, her dreams and she became my friend, and a very special girl in my heart.
Georgia told me there are three categories of people in SMU: 1) People who know her and love her, 2) People who know her and hate her, 3) People who don't know who she is. And some people are judgmental, they know who is she, but don't know her personally, and they say she's a bitch blah 3x because they heard yada 3x. Georgia asked me what was my first impression of her, and I told it to her, right down to the core of the apple. I said that I didn't really like it when she ended her sentences too often with "and what not" and I actually thought she was kinda bimbotic. When someone is honest with me, no matter where their intentions come from, I still appreciate that honesty and I do reciprocate it.
I don't know exactly what people think of Georgia, but I'm more than ready to defend this friend of mine and the relationship I share with her. She is brutally frank and honest (can be good, can be bad, depending on how you look through the lens), she is big-hearted and generous, she loves her family very much especially her daddy, she understands what kind of person you are by mere observation, she gives the person she's listening to 100% undivided attention, she is readily supportive when you need it. The only thing I can complain about that she can be totally irrational when it comes to love. But she knows what she wants out of life. She's that kind of friend who can tell my boyfriend that she doesn't like him, and she knows I'll be laughing away if she pretends to be close to my boyfriend.
May this birthday brings endless blessings to you and your life (even though it's already fabulous with me around); while you have grown to be a lady, remember that it is your own qualities and honesty that earn you the respect from your loved ones and bring forth all the love in the world. You may continue to send me sms-es at 4am in the morning provided you spend more time with me.
it's Thursday, May 29, 2008 now