College is the make or break starting point of one's career. If there are people who see how you grow in that process, they will be your blockmates.
Saturday, we decided to get a little reunion. It doesn't matter how many people would come--it's the presence that matters. As we sat there at a table, changes are noticed: prettier faces, better personalities, higher positions in their workplaces, bigger bills, and even bigger physiques (that includes me). It is fascinating to see that once, we all were arguing about homework and eating in the cafeteria and now you all discuss better things and eat at a classy restaurant. Some of them changed, some people maintained who they are and what they are known for.
My blockmates were mostly girls from a school where men are endangered species. Knowing the usual girl groups, there will be raised eyebrows and envy among each other. That is virtually seen in this group. The bond is strong and they don't try to outdo one another rather, just tease each other in a more fun and unoffensive way (well, quite frequently).
After that dinner, the few ones left decided to hit the bar. So, we went to the nearest, grabbed a drink, and waited for something to happen. The dancefloor waited patiently but as the DJ pumped it harder, we decided that we oughta to light up the space. Lasers flashed, strobe lights danced, bass pounded, treble pierced our ears, bodies collide, hands in the air, sweat dripped, drinks spilled in mouths... It was a blast as we danced till we effin' dropped!
Afterwards, I had a little talk with the two people I usually end up talking to at nights like those at that same place with the same depths of discussions (though our last topic wasn't something really deep). Then, we called it a night.
No matter how less communication is, friends remain as friends when you meet them once more. Time surely moves quickly, but it can never take away friendships that are made to stand the test of it.
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