Life is strange. Consistently.

Life is strange. Its the same wherever you are.
1st day of orientation. This girl in my group. Pretty, and confident, doesnt look at me, doesnt talk to me. Blonde, american accent, speaks english way better than the rest, self-assured, expressive. And because she doesnt talk to me, nor look at me, maybe just in a peculiar way then look away, makes me think, she's arrogant, cocky, whatever.
She introduced herself, as German, with an american accent, because she lived in states for 1 year. Makes me again, feel that americanised people are arrogant and cocky.
So we didnt talk, not at all, and perhaps, everyone else talked to me except for her.
Maybe she think I look strange, Im different, Im asian, I have this thought that she probably looks down at Asians.
And I have this impression of her, because she's really pretty, talks in an atas manner, I think she's thinking that every guy would be after her, be trying to impress and please her, and that you must be smtg special to catch her attention. And obviously, she least expect it to come from an asian. And so I cldnt be bothered also, to talk to her.
And soon, she sticks to this american guy from another og, who also, doesnt talk to anyone else much, with a cocky and whatever style.
So makes me more ascertain about it. They probably think, they are the best in the world, because they have american accent. (1 year in states is nothing. but her accent makes me feel that she's purposely talking like that to show off or smtg. I mean, alot of pple spend years in states but comes back with no accent)
We attended parties outside of school and we sat in pubs and bars and coffee places, but we never, never talked. not that i ever remembered. soon, she brings along another german friend.

I dont know when or how.
Week passed and stuff. I dont know how, we talked. Now this cocky blonde german with american accent, helps me so much, we talk, we like each other as friends, we attend parties, we go back, she invites me to her kitchen, she offers to help me move house, i fetch cookies for her, we visit museums, we go sledding, i broke my leg, she visits me, brings my bag back, and perhaps soon, travel in a grp.

Life is always such. In Singapore, or wherever. The people you least expect to be your friend, turns out to be your friend. Your good friend. (:. And perhaps its God, perhaps its just life, but whatever, there is always this strange way, of how God/life, let people meet and brings people together, when they least expect it. Perhaps its God's way of letting us learn that we should not judge, and letting us learn, that only He knows, who/what is best for us, and that only He can bring people together, in the gentlest way, in the most effortless way.