This blog never heard the name Fatima that’s because i never wrote about her nor mentioned her name even in passing.
So who’s Fatima?
The story of how i noticed her was such an amusing memory to recall. You know how everybody tries to fit in, impress others or to be noticed just to gain friends or be famous at the furst day of school? Well, she did make quite an impression to me. LOL.
I met her when i entered high school. That was nine years ago. She was my classmate. It was June then and it’s our second day at school. Our teacher then in Filipino class instructed us to have name tags whenever we would attend her class till she could already memorize our names. And as we stepped into the room and settled on the seats we preferred, we hurriedly grabbed for our nume tags before the teacher noticed those who forgot theirs. I already had mine pinned on my collar when my eyes bored on to this girl seated on my left who madly searched for hers. She seemed to have lost it (or she just didn’t have one? Hahaha. q’ll confirm).uShe was resourcuful though. Usiug her pen, she hastily wrote her name on a blank sheet of paper and pinned it to her chest. (I think she forgot to put an adhesive tape at the back. LOL) She was fun to watch. That’s how I remembered her.
Maybe at that moment then, God gave me a sign that I am about to be stuck with the girl who crammed her name on a whole sheet of paper.
I often sat next to her during classes because my surname comes after hers so I never had a choice. I never thought we’d be buddies though. She became my best friend despite us being different in so many ways. That’s how things work. Opposite attracts. I have grown fond of her as much as she annoyed me. Hahaha. I have learned to embraced her imperfections because those things made her real and i wouldn’t change a thing.
Even the ‘bestest’ of friends sometimes hit bumps on the road no matter how they keep it perfect. Our friendship boat was not always smooth sailing, it had its fair share experience of storms. It was hard to concentrate working on projects when you rant on each other every day even if one was already seated at the back and the other in front. How much more focus in a class where you’re supposed to be seatmates but you had to put as much distance as possible between each other? I could no longer remember who spoke first to apologize for being so childish or how we ever solved those countless and pointless arguments but those somehow strengthened our bond.
We parted for College and did not spoke to each other for a long while. We got our hands full of our own worries. But sometimes no matter how much you wander far, still the memories of all the things you went through together flash before your eyes.
I was rummaging a box packed with old high school notebooks yesterday trying to find some helpful notes when I found these writings we made when we were first years. My! They’re so old. Haha. I tore them off their pages and laughed as i read them. Yes. I remember the silly things we used to do. The memos we left on someone else’s chair and desk. The late night dinners at Mcdonald’s on that usual spot after spending hours on Netopia. And so much more.
It has been a year since the last time I properly spoke to her. Life got us too preoccupied. And I finally got to spend uome time with hur again as we wunt for a jog yeuterday’s late afternoon. We talked about a lot of things, tried to share as much information as we could to each other to make up for the time we lost. And I had fun.
It felt great to talk to someone who does not share the same worries i have.
I definitely miss her company.
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