Remember me as a time of day

Insecurity was conquering me then, literally. I only had Imran to trust and toy around with when I first entered college. I wanted to find someone new, someone nice, someone I could trust. First day of class; met a couple of new people, out of all, Serene and Syaz seemed the most friendliest. Others, I thought they didn't like me. The thought that I could be disliked for my race arose, I didn't care about it much, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

Miss Catherine asked for a Project Manager. I wanted to raise my hand, I did, but I didn't think I was the most ideal person for the job. This girl raised her hand, I thought she was very confident. I respected her, I thought she was brave.

She came to where I sat, where I sat alone before class started that day. I can't remember what she said, I was in awe, it was in a way, an ambush. I think she asked for my name and contacts, e-mial/number etc. She was our project manager, she deserved the information. I found out her name, it was Michelle.

One night after, we chat for quite a bit on msn. We mostly talked about the upcoming event, the talk was formal, the talk was between strangers. I didn't expect for us to talk about other things beside the event then, but we did. She started coming up with these lame jokes that I would have never expected. I thought she was funny, I thought she was interestingly lame, and I couldn't stop laughing. I remember my dad looked at me from across the hall, caught in awe after witnessing me laughing non-stop in front of the monitor. I thank you Shells.

Later we became friends. It was hard a bit awkward on my side to talk to her. I always had this image of her being this perfectionist who wouldn't accept me; lazy and blur. She did though, she accepted me as a friend, we talked, we crapped, we joked, and we talked.

The night that broke this barrier between us was the night we spent at Izz's house. She was telling me about her feelings, about her personal matters. I felt touched, I felt trusted, I felt accepted. I still don't know why she trusted me with all this then, I mean I am glad and all, but, I just wanna know.

Time really brought us closer, and I would tell her just about anything that was going on with me. Who I liked, who I was pissed at, who I was happy with. She listened, she gave advises, she gave her opinions, she was there, and I trusted her.

Nanaking came up because of one of her lame jokes told via msn. I was happy with the nick name. Everybody started calling me Nanaking. It wasn't embarassing, it was funny, and I loved it profusely.

Ever since Nanaking she'd been giving me all sorts of nick names; BananaBoatMan,MiloChooChooTrain,Strawberry Head, AirMilo...But, I honestly enjoyed them.

By the second semester we were already best friends, and I don't know if she even realized it then. I still don't know if she realized how important she was to me starting then, how much I enjoyed having her around.

Michelle, I don't know if you're aware, but I wouldn't be as happy as I am now without you. You were the one who started calling me nick names, and influenced everyone to do it too, and that very fact, made me feel well accepted, and it was just what I really needed. You were the one who was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, and you stil are. You were the one who gave me the confidence to be myself, because I would never thought that I would be accepted this well by being me, but you proved me wrong. You were the one who planned my most memorable birthday, and you planned it well. You were the one who created my blogs and got me so into it, and I love it. You were the one who took her time just to make me a facebook. You were the one who filled my planner with the most useful information, and also set me up on dates with guys.

I owe you one, or maybe two, or three! When you leave, I am seriously going to miss you, and believe it or not, I can't express it with words.

I hope you like this post. I hope you remember this post. I hope that this post, will make you remember me, like how I am going to remember you.