Tuesday, August 17, 2010

"I REALLY MISS THE OLD US"
AUGUST 13,2010 (FRIDAY - 11.38 PM)

Last night i was thinking about my old friends. My class mates! Suddenly i remember about my old box. I call it "PRECIOUS BOX".
I really have no idea where the box is. It a'int here. Perhaps i will find it in my room. Finally i found it. I open with hoping that i will find what i was trying to look at it. Ya,my pictures album with my class mates and other memory stuff. I cant stand anymore. My tears started falling down. I stared every single pictures with full of attention. Every pictured had a diffrent incident. Theres was laugh and tears. Theres was happiness and sadness.

I ran to my parents room and i took my father phone. Throughly fast i call my all friends. First i was call is Adi. His the guy who are always make me laugh. His always making fun of me even i'm not in mood. His always sleep in the class even got teacher infront of him. But he never fall to sleep when Arab subject came up cos of he afraid our ustaz. Everybody does scared of him. Ustaz Metawali from IRAN. His so tall. His hands so huge. Good looking also. If someone didnt do his home work or cant answer what his asking about, you will see your other nipples bigger than the other. So pain!

Then,I call Tasya. My best girlfriend in class. Its been a aged i didnt here anything from her. What she up to. What the new news from her.
She so surprised that i call her. I ask what she up to rite now and she said "i'm staring at our pictures." I extremly shocking I said "So do i,what a fate." I tell her from A to Z. She keep telling me to be strong. Everything happen for reason. I nearly crying when talking to her. Really touching. She always help me in every situation. When something happen to me the first noticed was her. She said to me "If i could twist the time and go back to the past its really fun,is it possible?" I hold my words. I'm whispering to her "The bad thing is we cant but the good thing is we can remind it always,rite? I miss our momment". I said back

I call Liana. I really miss her so much. She ondaway going back home from NILAI. She study atMURNI COLLEGE,nurse course. I call her not to long because her sounds like she just woke up from bed because of my calling. "I call you as soon as i land." she said. We used to had an affair before. We broke up with no reason. But i think maybe because i've transfer to other school. I'm so sorry. She so pretty and so damn smart. Arab? Math? No wonder. I miss her cute smile. She so humble. I love everything about her :")

Then i call my first foreigner friend. His my fucking best friends. We call him FLIES. HAHAHHA. Because he got mole on his lips. He's from THAILAND BANGKOK. He so so adorable guy.
Many girls like him. His mix.He so handsome. His skins white+yellow dish. So jelous. HAHAHHA. He sat beside me in class and his bed also. He tought me well how to play soccer and how to speak in THAILAND sort of. Firstly i know my bed partner not from here so its hard to me to communicated with him. So pressure. He didnt know MALAYSIAN LANGUAGE. So to settle it out is using ENGLISH LANGUAGE even in that time my ENGLISH so bad. I kept train and train till i get it :). He just comfort when talking to me. Half of my friends wanna get along with him but his not used to it. They a bit frustrating and jelous of me. His always pushing me to go to his house at BANGKOK. SO do his parents. Welcoming my present.=.= Are you insane?
We love to make a stupid things in our hostel like bothering people who are in dream. The head is Adi! His the man! He tought us! Hahahahahah. :D He so hard to wake up in the morning. SO i've always pull his leg to force him to get up. Sometimes i put colgete on his nose =.= About prayer he's seems a bit akward. I call him using skype. He said "I miss you tiny,when we gonna meet? Come to my place." "i cant,i never been there before i'm afraid i will lost."
"No,you not. How about i go to MALAYSIAN and we go to my place together?" he said. "You cant be serious. No need to waste your money,dont worry we will meet soon." I'm hoping. I telling him about i'm moving to TRONDHEIM. His face on web cam changed badly.
"Couple of last month i came to MALAYSIAN with hoping i will meet you. But i'm not. I didnt have your number either your house address. Its really disapointing you know. Same goes to Adi. I thought i almost lose my bff.But suddenly i hear from Adi you were here. Its give me abit hope that i keep promise to my self we will going to keep in touch together soon. Finally my dream come true." I look through to his face his almost cry. When i heard that i crying infront of him. I never thought he going to find me. "I never forget my all friends even i'm in dying. I really love my friends and i will find it till i get it back even later or soon" I said meaningful.
"Where you get my skype?" "From adi " I smile :) Then i told him i will go to his place soon but i'm not promise yet. BANGKOK? Well,let me think first. HEEE "When you fly over there dont you ever forget about me our friendship and our all friends" "I'm not,dont worry" I MADE MY PROMISE TO HIM,THEM AND YOU TOO READERS

FLIES

This is what i call true friends. Even you in pain,happy,sad you never been alone. You lost? They never forget about you. They keep trying to find you. They put you in their heart.
Because friends always besides you. They always supported you anytime and anywhere.
If they ask me which one i will pick between friends and couple. I will say friends. Because friends is diffrent. They understanding.

I MISS YOU :

CLASS MATES
HOSTEL MEMBERS
TEACHER


Maybe you wondering what kind of school i studying was. Boarding School. We call it BOB MALI SCHOOL. Its an awesome school ever. MISS OUR MOMMENT

Here the thing. When you done in your final school you will be like me. You will remember your old school.Your old friends. Your teachers.Your momment.The old you
Its make you laugh and sad of it.
And you will know how good life is. Enjoy every single momment with your friends. High school its the best ever and ever seriously. Thats true.

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