A LONG DISTANCE FRIENDSHIP

assalamualaikum :)

well , actually i have only an hour to write this post.

due to the time constraint i'm having now,

i'll skip the introduction part. 

because i'm pretty sure that it will consume 3/4 of the precious hour. 

A LONG DISTANCE FRIENDSHIP.

i decided to write about this since a junior of mine keeps on updating his FB status talking about friendship and stuff. 

so i would like to dedicate this to THAT particular person and some other best buddies that used to wipe my tears and lend me their warm shoulders.

when i was in high school,

the term 'friendship' taught me a lot.

a series of chapters in every single semester,

i learnt it the hard way. 

the ups and downs,

the difficulties i kept on having,

my best buddies never fail in cheering me up.

(and help me solve the problems off course)

the bonds became stronger and stronger,

until when the time came.

THE FAREWELL PARTY

we vowed to each other that we'll be siblings forever.

but the distance kept on bothering me.

it was and still is hard to keep in touch.

everybody seems busy with their own studies.

i myself have things to take care of.

the shoulders that were always there when we were in need, disappeared.

like almost totally.

misunderstandings engulfed easily.

ANOTHER CHAPTER OF FRIENDSHIP i can say.

i realized one thing. or maybe two.

distance is the best tool to determine the strength of the bonds created between us.

HOWEVER

the methods to determine the strength will always be different.

and i found MY METHOD is way different from theirs.

UNDERSTANDING will neutralize the difference, i believe.

no text message doesn't mean that i forget them

to me,

being in a long distance friendships is the coolest way to keep the bonds strong.

1. I will start to miss them so badly.

(and it feels great to miss someone precious)

2. no more warm shoulders to lean on.

(it makes me stronger and helps me stand on my own feet. and it makes me happy when i think of the crying shoulders that are waiting for me to lean on.)

3. i'll always turn to my best buddies when it comes to important events.

(because special stories are only for special people, right?)

 4. etc.

(sorry,i'm running out of time!)

so,

i would like to say THANK YOU for being my best friends to those people who were and still are always there for me.

you know who you are.

and to my always-mushy?-BEE-buddy,

LET'S KEEP THE BOND STRONG !

p/s: sorry for not mentioning names.

i guess you know where you stand.

57 seconds left. 

AWESOME! :D

okay back to my MPW notes now. bye :)

"MOTHER, SHOW ME HOW."

whoa! spiderwebs are everywhere ! 

salam'alaik.

long time no write! i guess I've even lost my typing skill. 

but whatever. 

now let me begin the story. 

(i think i forgot how to start an essay.introduction will always be my flaw.deal with it.)

well, this evening, i came across this one scenario. 

i was in the car in front of my uncle's house .

and my dad was leaning against the car door,

watching some kids flying a kite.

suddenly, the kite went round and round and dropped to the ground. the kids were upset.

and my father was dumbfounded.

and the dialogue goes;

dad : what happened?

kid : the string is too short. we tied it to a blade of grass and the string was detached from it.

dad laughed hysterically.

ikat tali layang layang kat rumput? nice one, kids.

done with the kite,

the kids ran up a tree and continue playing. 

my dad approached em and asked some friendly questions. 

i watched silently from afar. 

after having several lines of conversation with the kids

(and i saw some laughter too), 

my dad came to me and said ;

"i interviewed one of the kids. and this is what i get. 

the kid get the last number in his class which is the last ranked class in the school. 

and his parents go to work from 8 am to 8 pm on every single day".

my dad almost weep i can see.

sympathetic. 

but i simply replied : "adopt them". 

with a broad smile on my face.

as if it is that easy.

my dad continue watching.

and the gears in my head started moving.

...

well, i heard this statement quite frequently.

"what's the purpose of struggling in studies if we know that at the end of the day, we will end up in the kitchen making meals for the family?"

and to be honest,

i was kinda influenced by the statement though.

when i feel tired of studying,

tired of struggling in understanding the lectures,

tired of having the pressure when the exams are around the corner,
i will find the statement crawling before me in my head.

i will find myself agreeing to a notion like this :

Islam taught us to be loyal to the family and serve the husband every single second in life. and it supports the statement that women will eventually end up doing all the house chores when they get married.

what an excuse.

getting back to the scenario i was having this evening,

i came to realize that :

1. getting a good education is something that requires you to be lucky.

2. and parents are responsible in deciding their children's luck. 

3. not to forget, the statement in red should be rephrased.

after having a round of debate going on in my head,

i finally drew these conclusions ;

it will be fruitless if i blame the parents who didn't perform well in their academics. so i decided to put the responsibilities on my generation instead. 

so here it goes.

dear friends,

here's an advice for you
(for myself as well).

GET A GOOD EDUCATION AND REACH AS HIGH AS YOU CAN.

because we need more intelligent people in the future in order to educate and change the fate of our next generations.

make sure that we don't have the chance to blame the poverty that we might be having in the future.

because we never know how HE arranges our fortunes later,

but we can be certain on giving a good education to our children with the hardly-earned knowledge that we have now. 

and for the ladies out there, 

stop thinking that your education will just be a waste when you get married.

yes you might end up in the kitchen with the frying pan in your right hand and your 2 year old son in the left arm, but you can decide whether to pass your intelligence and knowledge to your children or just throw it into the garbage bin outside your house. 

be smart.

and be an awesome mother.

:D