It was June 1998, when I started my first year college. I was alone, no one from my high school batch as I enrolled in a very far place from my secondary school where my grandma lives. It was not difficult for me to make friends and adjust in my new environment; in fact, I am excited to be in college because I am expecting that I will be having masses of boys' classmate and I am free to sit beside them unlike in my high school moment that we were all girls.
But anyway, English grammar is one of my favorite subjects, obviously, I want to learn how to speak English not only that but in a correct grammar. While waiting for our professor, everybody were so noisy while I was in the midst of thinking of my high school friends that when we knew that our teacher will be late or absent, we immediately go to the bench and have this never ending chat or begging the security guard to let us out because our principal didn't sign our gate pass. These nuns wont allow us to go out unless its 5pm. Anyway, while I was recalling alone in my chair, someone nears me and asked my name. Before, I replied her my name, I feel uncomfortable at her.
I admit it, until now, I am not that friendly, I can only count in my fingers of my left hand the number of friends that I have. I thought she will discontinue conversing at me based on my facial expression that I showed to her but I was wrong. Indeed, she keep on talking at me, asking my subjects, course, schedules etc..Then she asked me if I can join her for lunch at the canteen. In spite of her friendliness to me, I was not interested talking at her. In my mind, “back off you witch, you're not kind of friends that I am looking for” because were not the same either. Still, I can't say no to her invitation because while she keeps on talking, I discovered her sense of humour that makes me laugh. (Most of the times, some jokes don't makes me laugh).
There I realized I was wrong on my first impression towards her like the saying, don't judge the book by its cover (she likes that saying?). July comes and I celebrated my first birthday in college with her and she gave me this very nice kind of slum book and she was surprised that after almost ten years, her first gift still with me in good condition.
I'm a bit slushy about stuff that I received from people who have a very special part in my life. For me, it's priceless. Although, were classmate in one subject only as she was taking Computer Science while I'm into Business Marketing, we still managed to be together at lunch, going to malls, after and outside school.
She was the first one that I invited to my place and introduce to my family. (Only 2 that I invited and formally introduced to my family as my closest friend, that's how friendly I am?) Each time that I was left home alone for days, my Uncle as my guardian, told me to call her and sleep over in our house. Some of my Aunts, were worried not for me but for her, they said I am the bad influence not her and while the cat is away, the rat can play.. Isn't it funny?
Well, I learned from her the simplicity of life aside from my husband. What else? Oh, I'm sorry, I think that's it. No, she's really good in computer, technical side. I always asked her even if she lives thousand miles away from me.
We finished our college, our communication is not constant as we have our own jobs but we knew that we still have our best of friends. We phoned or met for updates and need someone to talk especially with our dates and special occasions. Speaking of special occasions, one day, I received a very early morning call from her that in the afternoon is her wedding day. I was shocked with her news, at first, I thought she's bluffing me because she always do that to me, she loves it especially when she knew that I definitely bite her bait. But then she said, it's true!! She just gave me the details where to go. I mean what the hell!!! I had so many things to ask her, never heard from her that she was engaged, all I know she was dating with someone. She just told me to come because I am one of the witnesses and she hung up the phone.
