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.
So pass this on to those friends of the past, and those of the future...and
those you have met along the way...Just to say a little thank you for being
a friend. No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us
get there.
There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your
friends how much you miss them or how much you love them.
You know who you are, pass it on to someone who you want to remind. So send
this to all your friends and maybe those who aren't but just watch and see
who sends it back.
If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean. Never
be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what
they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets.
Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have
helped make you the person that you are today and are what it's all about
anyway. Pass this along to your friends. Let it make a difference in your
day and theirs.
*The difference between expressing love and having regrets is that the
regrets may stay around forever.*
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