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Many of them
remain anonymous, some may be acquaintances and some become our friends.
Friends come and go throughout our lives and each friendship is a unique
relationship. Some friends are joy to be with while others may bore us.
For me, my best friend is my own cousin. Named Azilah Syuhada, she is in the
same age as me. Maybe because of that, we get closer easily compared to the
others. We contact each other frequently. We were both exited if we met each other.
We share the same hobbies. She is a tall girl, who stood at 1.67 meters. She really
has a good sense of humour. Whenever I am with her, I will always laugh my head
off.
She lives with her family in Butterworth. Being the eldest in her family, she had
the responsibility of looking after her other two younger brother and another two
younger sisters.
Azilah is simple and had always lived up o her motto Simple in virtue and
steadfast in duty. She always attire in baggy jeans and oversized t-shirt. She is very
compassionate, always willing to lend a helping hand or give a sympathetic ear to
other peoples problems. That is why, aside from my mother, I always share my
problems with her.
No man is an island. We all need friends. A man without friends is a lonely man.
We need friends whom we can confide in and share our problems with. So, we
should never ever take our friends for granted. Without friends, our lives would be
boring.
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KEBAB FROM THE PREMISESe days. In an ever-changing world with people striving to achieve their
interpretation of preordained success, it is hard to know who your true friends are. Fortunately, I found my
best pal early at the tender age of seven. We were both enrolled at the same school and were at wits ends
as we searched tirelessly for our designated classes.
Samantha and I got acquainted as both of us were in the same class and sat next to each other. Samantha
was a happy-go-lucky girl who always managed to breathe fresh air into the sometimes arid classroom. She
always knew what to say and would voice them at the best possible moments. Both pupils and teachers
alike enjoyed her company and liveliness. There was hardly ever a dull moment when she was around with
her funny quips and expressions.
Samantha was born with a silver spoon. Her father was a businessman and her mother owned and ran a
boutique. Both her parents were very caring towards her as she, just like I, was the only child of the family.
Samantha came to school each day with a perpetual smile. She was a very nice person to be around with.
She and I used to go everywhere together and both of us were rarely seen apart. We used to talk about so
many things as we walked, thoroughly enjoying our time together.
One day, I went to school and forgot to ask my parents for lunch money. At first, I was not hungry and
thought I could bear going without a meal but soon, my stomach began to growl. Without asking, Samantha
generously paid for my meal and drinks during recess. The incident revealed to me how lucky I was to have
such a caring and compassionate friend.
As time went on, people started teasing us as we were spending more and more time together. We seemed
to know what each other thought and we cared for each other deeply. Was I in love with her? I did not know
then and we both knew we were too young for all that emotional roller coaster.
Currently, Samantha and I are studying at different schools. It was hard to be apart at first, but technology
in the form of instant messaging and e-mails have helped to bridge the gap in our friendship. I sincerely
wish our friendship will never end as it would be equivalent to waking up from a beautiful dream.
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1 comment:
anonymous said...
Really really good essay. Was a fantastic read. :)
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