Someone once asked “Do you value friendship by the quality or the quantity of time spent together?”
That got me thinking.. and my answer is.. NEITHER!
We tend to over analyze things sometimes. It’s not the amount of time or the quality of time you spend with your friends that make them good – heck, GREAT friends, it’s how much they leave a mark on you that matters. You may lepak with them all throughout your adolescent or you may have just been friends for a split second, but it’s what they make you remember them for, that last a life time.
I am blessed to have met great people and made even greater friends throughout my life. Some of which I’ve lost contact (but still very much in my mind) and some which I will see tweeting happily on tweeter evvverrryyy sinnnggleee daaay…
So, it’s an HONOR for me to write about them and leave you at awe at how huge my circle of friends have become over the years. If I could map them down, I bet it will look something like this MUIR WEB (habitat relationship web)
Let me start with my very very 1st friend.
My parents use to stay in Holland where my dad worked in shell. They were friends with a young couple who just gave birth to their eldest boy named Aji. The very first thing I remember about being friends with aji is that both of us were “shell brads” or more accurately called “oil n gas brads” because if ever any of the parents left shell, there were 99% chance that they will get a new job in an OnG company again! And… surprise surprise.. there’s also a 70% chance that the children will end up working in an oil n gas company like their parents. I guess it’s hereditary.
Me and Bukhari
(pasukan pelapis renang – courtesy of kak basyira)
Aji, due, sutra, nor, ika, fira, bukhari (the list goes on) were all fortunate brads of the ONG industry. We all stayed in PD and grew up there. We use to have weekly meets held by the OnG mothers where we managed to make a weekly mess of each others houses. I remember having birthday picnics at the beach right in front of our houses and car pooled to mengaji in Aji’s pajero.
Back when I was in college, aji, I and the rest went out for dinner and he picked me up on his pajero. “I can’t believe I use to ride at the back while your mom sent us for mengaji.. and now u’re driving it?” Hail to the old pajero…
Aji now leaves 5 minutes away from me. 🙂 But I never see him…
In the midst of my childhood, we moved to Tmn Tun (Atinahapan) and befriended a soon to be famous artist name Diana. The one thing I remember about this cheeky lad was that she “forced” me into playing bunga api in her house. The next thing I know I was running back home across the road with a burn on my pinky… nasib tak terbakar bungalow die.
She now stays a block away from me 🙂 And yes, I never see her…(except on TV)
I stayed in Miri for awhile, and I don’t really remember them but I’d imagine we had a blast in the kampong primary school that gets flooded in the class rooms when it rains. Maryati and Frida. God bless them.
Everything starts when I moved back to KL and started primary. I met such wonderful people there. Sue was one of them. I remember meeting her for the 1st time, and since then, I think we were inseparable. We sat together at the back of the class; make jokes about the teacher teaching in front of the class – bla bla long story – we went to driving school together and happyly skidded through KL at 12 midnight.
Others included din, fai, hani, hana (eh, belum), puchi, which later will end up (in addition to the SK ONES) being called “The usuals” — plus many more others too many to mention here. And to imagine we were only 10 years old then.
Not to forget the beautiful Miss lyana that was my swimming buddy way back when. Although we were each caught up with our own cycle of friends, I was lucky to reconnect with this cheeky foodie recently.
As I struggled through high school, many more intrinsic yet fantastic faces showed up to fill the web.
One girl that fascinated me the most was this 20 something yr old girl (Arni) who was working as a reporter in NST. We chatted online like all other “normal” young adults then and met up one day to discover that we had everything except our age in common.
On the road to UK (which I’m still on, more like strayed away from), I entered A’levels at HELP institute, when it still had the yellow pyramid library. There, everyday, I eagerly waited for lunch break to meet up with the spunky group of girls from econs – ainun, shameem, ellisha and azzah.
Having strayed away from UK, I found myself in this strange land called Bandung. And despite the many break downs and “I need a cigarette!” moments (never attempted, promise), the beautiful hanim, yati, melia and ly stuck together like glue, we even had our graduation photo blown up but forgot we didn’t have anywhere to hang it up. (Maybe open a “private practice”?)
And then there’s “the usuals”… I don’t see anything usual about them. They r crazy extraordinary people that tweets for a leaving.