A big ship, a small ship? It's friendship

A few days ago, Aruno asked us to write an essay about friendship. To my surprise, I found myself at a total loss because it seemed that I have nothing much to write. The desire to do well in academy, the will to vie with one another and most of all, jealousy, had driven me to somewhere I’d never want to be…

Friendship. So close, yet so far for me. It is said that friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of these things that give value to survival.

Best friends? Within fingers’ count. I don’t expect every friends of mine to be perfect, to be superior, or be friendly all the time. Realising the fact that i do not make a great one too, slowly and slowly, hope is lost in making new friends, knowing very well that it is going to end the same way.

I wish to use the timeline to describe a peculiar friendship ended not long ago.

2007- it began when we mistook each other’s trophy in a ceremony. Just knew that he came from a very bad class.

2008- we got into the same class. To my surprise, he beat wong siew leong and ranked 1^st in our class. Brilliant, shy, timid, humorous. Strangely, his sense of humour clicked into mine.

2009 – Year of PMR. Year of many mishaps and events that turned our lives upside down. Year of memories. First he recommended me to andajaya, where my passion for BM went to the max. We have been constantly laughing on the teachers’ queer acts or behavior. Haha, it was even more eveident during Pn Tong’s lesson. To be frank, I’m glad that he and Kay had helped to pull me through during the time when I did something very wrong and had been sent to counseling. I’m so blessed when everyone casted glances at me, which seemed so eerie, I know perfectly well that there are someone I can turn to, come rain or shine. We laughed it away, and continued our laughing at teachers. And then when he was accused by Pn Tong for doodling the blackboard, I felt so sorry for him as the punishment was really unjustifiable and he had been made the scapegoat for a crime that anybody would have done it before. We struggled, we studied, we laughed crazily, and still we were together. As a saying from Aristotle goes,’ A friend is two minds dwelling in one body’. After PMR result was released, both of us shared the same feeling that getting 8As was not something to be proud of, because there were just to many people who got it.

2010- I can’t recall much..

2011- Hmm.. don’t know

2012- He got good results. We got into the same class again. The thing that I remembered most was he wrote molar volume as 24mol dm-3.. haha.. and Mr Hee said he can train him up to become a very fierce teacher. I was like, WHAT?

I guess anything under the sun has its expiry date. I wish I could have done more to save it before it is dead, to have a better ending before it goes out of hand, to avoid my heart being consumed by the feeling of guilt..

And yet, it is too late already..