Saturday, December 30, 2006
In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In primary one your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In primary two your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In primary three your idea of a good friend was the person who shared spent recess with you playing soccer with makeshift balls/ playing five stones and zero-point.
In primary four your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to keep the smelly guys at bay during PE/ sneak off with you to catch tadpoles in the monsoon drain.
In primary five your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the school bus for you.
In primary six your idea of a friend was the person who shared the pain of taking PSLEs with you...and the joy of finishing it all.
In secondary one your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the (insert subject) homework that you had due the very next lesson.
In secondary two your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up all your stuffed animals and old comics so that your room would be a presentable "teenager's" room, but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.
In secondary three your idea of a good friend was the person who supported you in your bid to become the team captain...and helped you out when the going got tough and you wanted to throw in the towel.
In secondary four your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their study schedule so that they could study with you for the O levels...and listen to you bitch about the subjects you have to take AND symphathize with your predictament.
In JC1 your idea of a good friend was the person whom you 1st met in your OG/ class, and who stuck around with you as the academic year wore on and everyone drifted apart to their own interests.
In JC2 your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...while being reluctant to see you go as well; the person who had dinner with you every single day of the week because you stayed back in the library to mug till late into the night, who went to prom night with you so that you wouldn't feel out of place without a date...
At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you for your excellent results.
In the army (for guys), your idea of a good friend was someone who suffered just as much beside you, who got pumped for your mistakes, who charged up hill after hill, marched mile after mile, dug trench after trench with you in the sun and the rain, and never once complained about you...it was always the system's/weather's/officers' fault :) They were the ones who served detention with you, who helped ease the boredom of detention with you, who tried to help you avoid detention as best as they could...
At work ( for girls), your idea of a a good friend was one who spent the time together with you in the office/restaurant/ wadeva working place you were in, and helped you get through the maximum of workload with a minimum of fuss. They were the ones who ticked off the bossy customer, who helped you clean up the tables so that you wouldn't be the last one left to close up, and who took it upon themselves to help you finish up the in boc on your desk so that all of you could go out for lunch/dinner together.
The year you left for university your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, listened to you when you ranted on about how you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and (insert name of bf or gf) were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you at the airport as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad and helps you become a better person.
A friend now is someone you love. Not that you are "in love" with them, but you care about them and you think about them when they are not there. The people you are reminded of when you see something they might like, and you know this because you know them so well. They are the people whose pictures you have and whose faces are in your head regardless. They are the people you feel safe around because you know they care about you. They call just to see how you are doing, because a friend doesn't need an excuse. They tell you the truth, the first time, and you do the same. You know that if you have a problem, they are there to listen. They are the people who won't laugh at you or hurt you, and if they do hurt you they try hard to make it up to you.
They are the people you love, regardless of whether you realize it. They are the people you cried with during the last song at the prom and at graduation. They are the people that when you hug them, you don't think about how long to hug and who's going to be the first one to let go. Maybe they are the people that hold the rings at your wedding, or maybe they are the people who give you away at your wedding, or maybe they are the people you marry. Maybe they are the people who cry at your wedding because they are happy or because they are proud. They are the people who stop you from making mistakes and help you when you do. They are are the people whose hand you can hold, or you can hug or give them a kiss and not have it be awkward because they understand the things you do and they love you for them. They stick with you and stand by you. They hold your hand. They watch you live and you watch them live and you learn from them. Your life is not the same without them.
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I guess this is a beautiful mistake too...# ;
