Frozen

I sincerely hope you guys don't mind the new blogskin- sure the font is really incediously tiny but you're already used to it, I'm quite sure that you are. 

I don't know if you guys have ever experienced the feeling of being totally, blissfully frozen in time. I don't mean like when you're in love with someone, and spending time with them makes the world stand still- I mean when you literally feel as if a day hasn't past since someone has stepped into your life. 

In case you're wondering if this is some silly love-gone-haywire-pensive-Niki-No-More sort of posts I can tell you gratefully it's not. It's more important than some true love, I think. Much more than that. It's about people who I've been grateful for more than I could dream of, and all the reasons why. I find myself typing this while resisting my server duties (Don't ask what kind of game/thing I've picked up recently, it's eating my life away and I'm having fun while doing it.)

I've a lot of best friends- well you can't really call them best if they're a lot, but they're a group of people so insanely irresistible that I want to put a really important title in my heart, besides their names. I mean it's not much of a grading system but I really, really know these people are people I can truly rely on. The number has grown as I have grown myself, but there will always be 3 who probably taught me the meaning of humanity, if that makes sense- and if there's elements of harmony and the magic of friendship out there, I think it's reasonable to give it to them? Very very reasonable. 

They are the people who represent a time gone by, when the world seemed a lot bigger and the future was unclear. They represent a time where my only bad memories were those of nightmares and embarrassing moments. When I didn't have regrets and wasn't constantly sucked in pitholes of drama and rife. Yes, those were good days. And when I was a kid I wasn't much different from what I am now. Drama queen? Check. Asshole? Double Check. Loud+Noisy+Slightly Mad? Confirm plus chop. And this group of girls really pointed out to me that hey, that's okay. We'll be loud and noisy, stupid and rude with you- but we'll also keep you in check, because then we can be morons together. 

From climbing roofs, to scaring children- calling my chinese teacher an idiot in Japanese, getting hounded by little children again and nearly getting into trouble, hanging out in illegal areas and just having the time of our lives. All this in a little place I call Primary School, A place I call my alma mater and a place where I still can go back to and smile warmly, thinking about all the bullshit we did together. After primary school though, we literally split up. We never went to the same school, G even went to a different schooling system. And we promised. No matter what, we'd be best friends. And we'd maintain this. One year, two years, five years. Different Schools, different CCAs, different friends different environments. Different. Apart. And work kept us apart. Away, never able to really meet much. And the time got less. And Less. 

But for some reason I was never afraid of having to continually pick at this relationship and poke it with a prong. I was never afraid of losing them to time and space or anything, and now I'm very very sure of why. 

Within the four of us, time is completely frozen. 

No amount of distance or experience or anything changed who we were, then and now. N still takes forever to process things, champion canoeist, captain of her team, perfect score for O-levels- and her mental speed is still windows 97. It's getting better, but she still has that little funny thing about her. G's already happily attached for 3 years now, dealing with friends and school in a sphere comparatively smaller than M and N's, as well as mine- working hard in an education system that is very unforgiving to such a foreign system. But she's doing good for herself, an avid baker, my inspiration and constant annoyance. M is still the shortest (I'm so sorry), but she's amazingly bright and bubbly, her cogs probably work the best in her noggin, sporty as hell, talented photographer, dog and cat lover, and the list could roll on forever. But it's these things that don't seem to make yesterday any different. From the day we graduated, took our scores, submitted applications to different schools and today. Still the same. All of it. 

6 years in the making, and a table for four, please.

2 hours laughing, being rowdy and noisy, eating like cavemen and fighting over the mayo in the centre. Poking at meatballs and laughing at N's vegetarianism by having bacon cabonara, eating copious amounts of mac and cheese, laughing, talking. Dragging each other along, still went along with me to the toy section, still entertained stupidity, still bashed N over her having no time. Drag her around, make her watch a movie. Run to the theatre, are nearly late, have an amazing time together watching a last minute viewing of Frozen. 

Yeah. Very frozen. 

Every day I'm thankful for knowing that you three are in my life.

Thanks. 

Gits. 

xoxo