F O O T N O T E S

sempena valentine’s day..

aku nie susah nak kapel lame dgn sesape pun. aku cepat sgt bosan. aku paling lame kapel 3 minggu kot..huhu..(tu pun kalu aku xslap kire)

so, nak dijadikan cter, dak ppuan yg aku kapel paling lamer nie ar yg paling baru.. tyme kat matriks…(kat U bz gler..tak sempat nak carik…wawa..lagipun dak ppuan engin, biase ar..haha.. no offence here)dah pas 3 minggu, ktowang clash.tu pun sbb kantoi aku maen kayu tiga..haha.. not my faulth! =P

pastu dah clash, something weird happen. she becomes a close fren of mine..(sjak bler stat exes become ur close frens???) sampai skrunk ar ktowang ‘kawan’…

tp masalah nyer, die cam kongkong aku(in a way like gf does). aku ajak kapel xnak plak. pening2. kalu aku xreply msg, marah. kalu aku xmsg , cakap aku dah lupe die. pastu bler aku nak opinion die bukan nak kasik. huh. so our relationship is indeed ‘complicated’ and riding up and down like roller coster… (wich means wether she cries or i vomit in anger.lol)

pening pale woo ralationship camni. jap ok. jap tak. aku nak je cakap, ske ati aku ar nak layan die k tak. i dun need to explain everything to her aight?? she aint my gurl!oh man…

nie tak. aku ajak jadik gf offically, die tak nak.pastu expect lelebih dr aku.aku baru je nak tobat dah tak nak ‘memaenkan hati ppuan’ cam dulu, tp nak wat cam ne? lg2 dgn relationship cam ni.

kepada ppuan2 ka luar sane, laki tak suke digantung tak bertali heh..

hurmm.. so, wat shuld i do now?? wat bodo?? (die tgh merajuk sbb U aku cuti dari awal dari U die.. silly bukan?) ajak die kapel?? terangkan kat die?? nak explain per?? wawaa… heyp!!!!

P/S: sorry pakai bahase campur aduk. kawan2 aku suruh aku tulis dalam bm, tapi bm aku tersangat2 ar lemah… ish2…

PERKARA2 YG BES TYME DUK UMAH

1. feeling secure (in family sense)

2. xpayah pikir pasal nak makan kul bape, nak makan ape, kat ne… (mmg susah)

3. tak payah pikir pasal duit. nak gune baru mintak (kalu kat U nak mintak skali 2 3 ratus cam byk. tp kat umah tetiap kali kuar mintak 50rm, seratus, nampak sket.ngeh2)

4. xpayah pikir pasal study (thanks God)

5. ske ati nak tdo kul bape, nak bangun kul bape..(parents aku xpenah kejut.siap suruh maid aku turun kan langsir kalu panas.muahaha)

6. jimat kredit (xpayah kjap2 msg tanye nak mkn kul bape?tgh wat per?turun xpetang nih?ko kat ner? and etc)

7. makan bende sedap2. supply cokelate, susu berlambak2. yg plg bes xpayah bayar sendiri.hehe

8. bley tgk tv!!! gosh! i wish my tv..

9. xpayah basuh baju… (seyes penat basuh sendiri baju..huuuu)

10. and last but not least, spending a quality tyme with my parents…. =)

PERKARA2 YG TAK BES PLAK TYME DUK UMAH

1. takut tyme malam2. nak tdo pun susah. asyik pasang telinge takut2 ade dgo perompak nak masuk kat tgkat bawah..huhu

2. kene simpan smua laptop, enpon, and bende2 berharge tyme nak tdo.

3. duk umah xwat pape jek except mengemukan badan..huahuahua

4. terpakse berdepan dgn mamat sekor tuh a.k.a adik aku tetiap ari

5. makan kene bersupan.. huhu

6. bosan plak buat keje yg same tetiap ari (makan, tgk tv, kuar jap (parents anto), online, makan, g toilet, sembahyang, tdoooo)

7. kat umah aku slalu "termiss" sembahyg espically subuh (sbb parents aku xkejut.huhu)

8. xleh naek besikal..haha

9. xde mud nak study. ye ar. kate holiday.huihuihui..

10. and last but not least gak, I miss my frens!!!

I was at the airport, sending off a close friend who was leaving for the big posting abroad.

We had been friends since school and had maintained this close friendship ever since. We had been there for each other through tough times –relationships gone bad, illness, deaths in the family, periods of unemployment (which means times when we do nothing accept wasting our times.huhu…

We shared good times too, -graduation, girlfriends and just general happy times.

“How many friends do you have?” he asked me suddenly.

“Oh I don’t know.. we know a lot of people,” I replied.

We had always been popular and had never found it difficult to make new friends.

“No, I don’t mean friends in the casual sense, I mean true friends,” he persisted.

Most of those we call “friends” are merely acquaintances, he explained, people that we socialise with, not so much by choice but because of circumstance.

When we were in school, there were ten classes with about 35 pupils in each. We used to see about these 350 people every day for five years. We played together, and we antagonised teachers together.

These were the people that we grew up with and who supposedly shaped our character.

“So, where are all your schoolmates now?” he challenged me.

I realised that I didn’t know where most of these 350 people were, and I had no idea even where to begin to look for them…

After my friend’s flight had departed, I kept thinking about where all my school friends, or even my 5 ST 1 classmate had disappeared to.

I met up with some other schoolmates later and posed the same question to them.

“Where have all our friends gone? What happenened to Izzati? Is Aravin still alive? What about Gerard? Do you know where Hanis ended up?” (P/S: of coz the questions were translated in malay.muahaha)

Although all of us remembered everybody we went to school with, no one knew where the majority had ended up. Well, except me of course. huhu. I hardly rememeber people names. So if you want to see me after 2 or 3 years, please do bring your old picture.. haha… just kidding.

And, for those of us who knew where Haziq Zakuan was, and how many kids he had (if of course, he had married), no one seems really kept in touch with others. Even more frightening was that no one seemed to care!

And that, I supposed, was the crux of the matters. We had all just grown apart.

So, my friend was right.

These waren’t really friendships in the true sense. These were not people that I could go running to in the event I needed help. These were people that I would fondly recall old stories with, but they were not true friends.

I will never forget the words of my friend that night at the airport.

“Everyone is only looking out for himself.. you are lucky if you can name one true friends on every fingers of one hand.”

To be blessed, I would have to be able to count five true friends.

I still consider myself blessed that I count… three.

THANKS FOR BEING MY TRUE FRIENDS FOR THOSE THREE PERSON. YOU ARE ALWAYS HAS SPECIAL PART IN MY HEART.

from your friend,

haaziq