Hi, Assalamualaikum.
This is my first entry of 2018, thought of I didn't do much of anything as my spm ended last year, I may have some spared time to write on a few ridiculous story of mine (which happened before).
I won't talk about the spm thingy, as it was a unprepared nightmare, so lets drop the topic here!
Grateful.
For the chance to still breathing, for the chance to wake up in the morning and hear the voices of my parents, for the chance to eat everyday, for the chance to live in a nice shelter, for the chance to meet good friends and for the chance of receiving new knowledge everyday. Alhamdulillah.
So today, I would like to talk about friends.
When I was little, my mom taught me to make friends only with the good ones. Good ones as in kindhearted, soft spoken, helpful, hardworking and all of those that will bring to you good vibes. And that was what I did before. And really, I was surrounded with good people and good vibes. But somehow, people can't get rid of making mistakes, even the good ones can't promise that they will not do any bad things or whatsoever. It was unintentionally. And that's why, every people must give their forgiveness when somebody seek it for. Nobody is perfect.
In the past 5 years, I lived in a boarding school. Not to deny, it was a prestige school indeed. Lots of genius kids studied there; which made me felt like a dummy. Seniority was just a first chapter of the first year in that school, but as you understand the whole situation, you don't really care about the so called senior and junior stuff. What you are looking forward is to make friends. There, I learnt that not everyone is the same. Not everyone have all of the chance that you have in your life. This taught me to always be careful of what am I going to say, because a tongue is sharper than a sword; sometimes, you didn't even know that you're hurting someone's heart.
All of us are not the same, some lost their father, some lost their mother and some lost both. But what make us standing, holding hands and be tough is.... friends. The bond that we tighten up day by day made us be us. 166, nobody excluded, if one of us is in trouble, then it's our problem. We have to solve it together. If one got hurt, then all of us will hurt. We're a family.
This is a story that happened last year, when the spm was just around the corner, everything felt so difficult for us; where the people that you trust the most, didn't trust you anymore, the person that you helped the most, didn't appreciate a single thing you did, the improvement and good deeds that you made were ignored by the person that encourage you to do so. Our heart broke into pieces. We tried to make them satisfy with all the good things that we made, with all the efforts to make them smile again when seeing our face, but all of it were.. nothing. Zero. There was like no motive behind everything that we did. We started to blame each other of what had happenned.
Ladies and gentlemen,
These are humans. They only see the bad stuffs instead of the good ones. Because of 1/10 mistake that we made, they didn't see the 9/10 good things that we had done. Also, human is a type of species that difficult to confess their own mistake.
But as time flew, the situation taught us to be more mature, to support each other, to be there when is needed and fix everything together. Me and my 165 friends ain't good students like the previous students in the school, whereas, I could say that we were and unlucky batch. There's nothing right in everybody's eyes about us. But standing there, with the other 165 made me feel stronger. So that's a story that I wanted to share. A story about me and my friends.
//wrote this without checking my grammar, so faham faham la, ikut skati aku la. to all grammar nazi out there, diam.
