Everyone is spreading out...

SPM, is the end of high school... I had a childish thinking previously, that my friends and I can study in the same class again, but now, NONE...!!! I miss everyone!!! I miss every moment when we were together!!! I miss every lame joke!!! I miss the atmosphere!!! I miss......... Different environment, I need to start adjusting myself... With the new air to breath in... Without an old friend to cheer for me with the very familiar voice... I knew it will come, but i still feel a mass in by heart, that I started crying... Everyone is spreading out, like a black ink dropped into a pool of water, chasing different dreams... Wondering if meeting is possible??? Or the colour of the ink will fade off??? Friends... I tried to be tough by not saying "I miss u" very often... But now I beh tahan d... : I MISS U ALL, my friends... Perhaps a classmate meeting next time, we will find everyone is funny : different body shape??? Different hairstyle??? With a career that we an never think of??? With a partner that make us shock and happy for??? With tears of joy??? With smile of happiness??? With love... Love of friendship... We learn, we laugh, we care, we share, we hurt, we cried, we support, we teach, we talk, we play, we joke, everything is done, together... When we r apart, we still learn together... Learn the feeling of missing someone... The feeling of eagerness to know about someone, the sudden thought of "how have she been???" in the middle of the night... Friends, forever...

A long time ago essay, that I appreciated...

It was during Standard 2, when I set my foot on the ground of SMK Convent Klang -- a new school, new environment. I could still vaguely remember the picture of my class and the warmest welcome from all my beloved new classmates. Back then, I was really small in size. My sister used to tell me that, "If there is any storm in Malaysia, you'd be the first one to be blown away." Now that I think of it, it might really be true as I used to be the smallest among all. Therefore, my eyes were always set on a girl. She was sitting at the corner of the classroom, always laughing and smiling from the bottom of her heart. However, it was her size that attracted my attention, she wad a head taller than me, what a big Bertha! Frankly, I had once dreamt of her as the giant in the story "Jack and the Beanstalk". But I was not as lucky ad Jack, because in my dream, I was crushed into pieces by her gigantic foot.


I was a little bit gauche and shy to take the initiative to talk to her because she had always seemed so far to reach. One morning, I enrolled in a Chinese class neat Meru. Just when I was building castles in the air, someone knocked the door and asked for permission to enter the class. It was her! Initially, I was flabbergasted because it was really unexpected for her to turn out in the old rusty building. Although we were in the same class again, we did not have the opportunity to talk to each other. Or to be precise, something unsure had stopped us from starting a conversation. The moment we reached school in afternoon, the first thing we blurted out was, "Hey, was it you this morning?" and we both burst into laughter. Standing there, we were both aware that we were now on the threshold of our friendship.

We eventually built a close rapport. Even though I had always teased her simplicity, it was also the main factor which made me like her so much. She was so innocent and her puppy eyes had always softened my heart. Despite her size, she gave an aura on the need for sympathy and protection. In the midst of her simplicity, sometimes I felt that she was mature. She did not place a mask on her life. She was a person for herself and her loved ones. I have always admired her unblemished attitude towards life as it was already a paragon in this materialistic society.

Seven years is not a short period of time. A lot has changed since then. Her height now has made disparity compared to her height during primary school. She is now half a head shorter than me. Even so, I am in mirth that she has not changed other that her height. She is still the person whom I admire in the dark. However, she has picked up on melioration to scream in class. Now, she has not only grabbed my attention but everyone's.

I am glad that she sees me as one of her most vital people in her life. Memory flashes back to last year, when my father proposed the idea to send me to New Zealand for studies and other reasons. Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks after I told her about it. I lost words to express my appreciation and gratitude towards God for granting me such a lovely friend. But it was then that I assured of my position in her life. Her tears somehow performed their magic to coax me to stay.

She is definitely an amazing friend without a shadow of doubt. Under the comparison of my strong personality, she now seems like my younger sister. I always feel that it is my responsibility to protect her pure soul from the harm of the vehement society. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life. I hereby give you my words to protect our bond fir eternity. As a friend, I respect you and I will always keep you in my heart, Low Mian En.



Written by Tan Pei Sin, Wendy
07.01.2010

Admitting Your Inability Is The First Step To Know Your Ability

"选择一件事，认真去做；
选择一种态度，认真去过；
选择一个人，认真去爱。
在成功的道路上，你没有耐心去等待成功的到来；
那么，你只好用一生的耐心去面对失败。
人生有三宝：好习惯、好心态、好人缘
承认自己的无知往往是求知的第一步。

自己说服了自己是理智的开始,
自己感动了自己是心灵的升华，
自己征服了自己世界将在你脚下。

真正的爱情不是你知道他有多好才要在一起，
而是你明明知道他有太多不好还是不愿意离开。
爱不是挂在嘴边的名词，而是生活中点点滴滴的表现。
 如果你爱的人放弃了你，请放开自己，好让自己有机会爱别人。

真正的好朋友，并不是在一起有聊不完的话题；
而是在一起，就算不说话，也不觉得尴尬。
为你的难过而快乐的人，是敌人；
为你的快乐而快乐的人，是朋友；
为你的难过而难过的人，就是那些该放进心里的人。

这世界上，用得最快的，永远是银子；
过得最快的，永远是光阴。
成功的时候，不要忘记你的过去；
失败的时候，不要忘记你还有未来。
没有遇到挫折，永远不会懂得自己的力量有多大。"

Credit to Qiao Fang

It's such a beautiful article. 
How i wish that there is someone kind enough to translate this piece for those who don't understand.
It's not that i can't do it, but you know,
my language isn't really that perfect.
I'm afraid that i might alter or not able to carry out the true meaning of it.
Pardon me.