A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out - Walter Winchell

I used to talk about my friends when I was still in high school. Friends really mattered to me back then. I had even thought that they knew me better than my family did. At that time, never had I had in mind that my friends were more curious to know what my problems were than they were to help me whittle down my stress. It was for the sake of gaining some stories to talk about, not for the sake of reducing my tension. I had loved them, once.

Some of my best friends that remain the best to me up till now are Maisarah and Nazwatul. We don’t have to chat every day. We don’t have to mention how immeasurably we love each other every matter of time. We don’t have to declare on Facebook or any other communities that we have been friends for years that our friendship means a lot to us. We just know it that we don’t have to tell.

Damya Hanna once said, “Bila hati sudah berbicara, bibir tidak perlu berkata-kata.”

After studying for two semesters in UiTM, I had met lots and lots of people! Out of hundreds, only several I found trustworthy. And one of them is my roommate, Amalina.


She had walked in when the others walked outClick the picture for a larger view
I can talk limitlessly with her. I can joke around with her without having to mind my words. I am pompous and my words are callous. She never takes my words to heart but to mind instead where she keeps as new vocabularies to be used in her writing assignments. She annoys me with her lackluster comments on my taste of music and guys but that makes me want to be close to her even more.

I annoy her with gibberish talks that do not make sense most of the time but the talks she finds annoying are actually drugs that she is addicted to because she inquires me to blab unstoppably in a phone call she specially makes for the sake of hearing me babbling. She never tells me how fun I am to her but I know I am because I am the one who she talks a lot about when she is with her other friends who will end up knowing how I am without meeting me.

She always threatens me by telling that she will throw my favourite pillow named Baby in no time when she never will actually because she knows I can’t bear losing it and she knows that she herself can’t bear having me by her side on the same single-bed every night and being a replacement to my Baby. She doesn’t mind to hurt me at all when she knows it is for my own sake because I myself do not mind either.

"When we have each other, we never bother about other things or even other people. Having each other is more than enough. We just have to sit on a bench near Koperasi or in the middle of the cracked badminton court with a bunch of snacks and talk randomly limitlessly and get into our room with a big smile drawn on our face, feeling like we just had the best conversation ever and our hassle that bugged our minds had found its end."

That is about my friend who I love the most named Nur Amalina! We have another semester left and we don’t know whether or not we will meet again in the future. But I tell you what, I would not even want to finish my last semester if she did not come back to UiTM next semester!

I love and have missed you, buddy. Get well soon!