Sharing a beautiful moments with my friends
It was a nice day with good people surrounding me. They are all looking good, clothed with kindness and gratefulness. These friends of mine have been with me since 1st year so basically we were friends for over 3 years now. What I loved about being with them is the true happiness I felt. My laugh is real. My actions are real. My eyes are sparkling like a beautiful diamond passing through with light.
I never had an argument with them yet. And I don't wish to have one since our relationships are firm and healthy. As you all know, friendship with a stain of mistrust and hurtful words can easily be manipulated. Some of you will say, a friendship needs to be tested and that's true. But what's the whole point of testing your friendship? For validation? For reshaping it? No, it shouldn't be like that.
Moreover, we can attest to a good friendship in other ways. Why can't we just be supportive and loving to all of them? Such precious friendship needs to be held on and deserved to be fought for. I, myself have been forming as many friendships as possible because my life is so short. I don't want to spend my days selecting only a few friends. I am not happy with it. Some of you have been my friends, and I really value each of you.
It's just funny when I sometimes read that I was labeled as Mr Friendship. It is because I really like to connect with people both in blogging sites and personal accounts in social media. Well, that's my nature and it's my choice to make friends. Making friends was not easy, but when you keep away your shyness and your ability to start conversations, everything is possible. Possible to start to say hi, hello and how are you?
Last month ago, we went to our university to fill up different forms needed in our registrar and library. Everything was settled fine, but not fast. The long lane of students waiting for their turn is piling up each minute. The bundle and group of students are coming in non-stop as if there's a scholarship distribution. Some of the students were sitting in chairs, benches and some remained standing. We went there early so we sat in those few chairs and we finished everything early, too.
Here are some few shots I have taken from my phone.
I don't know, but I feel like I was so young in this photo. Look at my hair, bangs? Oppa? No! The girl with me was named Gen. She was my closest friend among my friends in the university. She was pretty, humble and thoughtful. I can talk to her about whatever kind of topic it is except boy's things. I loved her colored hair here. Just light and near to natural color.
So, let me introduce you to my handsome friend named Karl. He was funny, joyful and the clown of the group. Most of the time, he comes to us with a big smile and will start making a joke. The one thing I admire about him is the dedication to support his family and siblings. We were outside the library in this photo. We sat down because our legs were already tired standing for the second process.
In this photos, we were in front of the administration building. Supposedly, we were seven but the two were working. They will go to school late in the afternoon. We cannot force them to come to school because they still have obligations at work. We looked so small in the photos because the camera's angle is quite high. I'm 5'8, Gen and Karl are 5' 6, and two young couples there are around 5'4-5'5.
Afterwards, we went to McDonald's to eat lunch. We were so tired and when the cold air hit our skin was refreshing. A true refreshment for the body. We ordered chicken and some fries, too. How fortunate that our friend worked there. We had some extra fries and gravy given. She took a photo of us and we were happy about it. The day ends with happiness and full of memories together. I had fun. We had fun. That's a whole other story of friendship.
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Es agradable compartir con amigos, eso es bueno y habla muy bien de las personas