Reflections over people, in more or less the order I've come to know them. As the reader may or may not remember, the idea was first planted in my head when wifey sought my opinion over her own deliverance of the same to her circle. Of course, as I recently found out, the elaborate plan on her end did not go down so well...and I dare not try/risk the same within our fragile little group. Keeping my authorship anonymous, as she had tried to do, is out of the question. We all have too distinct a written voice, and I like thinking that my own is too unmistakable in any case.
I strictly believe I need not mention names in the following, as that should hardly make a difference given the level of SCREAMING OBVIOUSNESS LOLO.
Please also keep in mind that I'm clearly not doing this with any intention of bringing about any form of controversy or hurt. However, I cannot promise that you will not be disturbed, or laugh, or raise an eyebrow at what I write. I do not yet know who or how many I plan to, or will, cover; for the purposes of this entry, only one person was done due to major laziness/exhaustion/running out of steam. Read for fun, if you will.
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As I may have mentioned, chronology is a thing I always try sticking to in the telling of anything, and for that purpose, I start with the one I often credit as what lead me to the rest of you.
Her physical state is, perhaps, one of those that have warped/changed the most since my first days of meeting her; however, most change seemed to have taken place during sophomore year, and any that may have come afterward is minuscule in comparison. Whereas once the adjective to describe her may have been a cute and simple "pudgy", now it hovers on a rosy and harmonious "plump". Not many may recall her ancient form as a freshman three-somewhat years ago, but she did once possess the generic, shoulder-length straight-cut hair with no bangs of the stereotypical, quiet, glasses-wearing, anime(*COUGH YAOI COUGH*)-loving Asian girl. Post some time and emofication (of hair, that is), it came to our attention that she is, in fact, quite pretty a creature underneath her quiet guise, and that the features framed by her tastefully (read: deliciously) round face/head/hair are, in fact, of lolital beauty. There was a time when the default summon for her was, "Widdu girl, widdu girl, come here! I gots candy for you in de baffwoom..."
Perhaps the shiest and definitely most quiet of our group, her pose and gesture always tend to make her one to stand out least. Stalking/hopping about from place to place, even her jab-in-your-back/tug-on-your-shirt/"HEY [insert name in lower case]..." to get your attention is reserved in nature. Her laugh is quiet, silent, and gone after an initial chuckle; the rest is almost always a smile half-hidden by her hand. Her sneeze reminds me nothing more or less than the most darling "nya~" from a docile cat.
Mild and dawdling, she is never one too moved or too decisive (though the last is a mark of our entire group, lawl), and is almost never one to spring to action. "Hurr"-ing or "uhh"-ing like an old turtle lady, she would draw a glance off to the side before eying you again, perhaps giving a fake "a-hah...(aha)h..." laugh, and then shrugging back to inaction. Though she is a caring person and will not totally forsake your bond under any circumstance (e.g., when everyone else is ignoring/excluding you), lazy idleness will prevent her from getting in to anything overtly deep. Though she will talk to you still, she will not speak out. Though she has endless support, she will not actively be at your defense. Anything problematic or troubling you unload onto her will be received with a sympathetic nod, but the second she finds it hitting close to home (i.e., prompting her to some sort of action or bringing about change), she will turn a silently blind eye and pretend that nothing has been said.
The impression here is that profound thought troubles her sleeping brain, and she really would rather just let things be. Intensities, extremities, and struggle in life exist not for her; she is one to let the flow take her wherever 'til the end of days.
Reserved, lukewarm, quiet. These words are the air she breathes around her. Timid to physical touch, the only time one is to ever see her jump is when she's recoiling from a forceful hug or predatory touch. Quick to slap your hand and push your face away, one can almost believe that she's a no-nonsense person. But really, like any of the rest of us, she is up to some good (albeit maybe slow) fun. Picky and sophisticated over her choice of food matters, she's usually the one who is sure to take pictures of whatever is on the plate before it is eaten. Of course, that is not to say food pictures are the only ones she takes... Like largely the rest of the whattheboobians, she has a taste for the visual and dabbles in drawing/photography. Many of the more artsy-looking pictures around trace back to her hand, and her drawing style is one of much distinction and character, contrary to what she may think.
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Yeah. =P
Does anyone else remember random memories? Let's share some~ :3
