Hello.
Lately, I've been noticing my friends updating their statuses on Facebook and on MySpace about how much they miss their school days.
I, too, had an update revolving around the same theme.
I know that all of us should enjoy our post-SPM break; since we've earned it after spending so much time burying our faces in books.
However, it's hard to reach that certain level of enjoyment where you feel totally satisfied when you only enjoy it on your own.
I can't deny the fact that school wasn't only a place of education, academics-wise.
But, school was more than that.
School had been the very place we all make friends; social websites aside.
If it weren't for that very building we despised for the first 17 years of our lives, we wouldn't even be able to define the word "friendship".
Friendship is more than just getting acquainted with the people around you.
In fact, making friends isn't as easy as it's cut out to be.
In my opinion, friendship is an everlasting bond between two or more souls that shouldn't be broken by any sort of circumstance.
Making friends is one thing, but making true friends is a whole different story.
I could list down about 100 friends that I have but asking me to list down the names of my friends whom I consider truest would be a greater challenge than conquering Mt. Everest.
As far as friendship goes, it takes a whole life force to preserve that special bond we've made.
If you asked me, I'd rather die than letting a friend go.
A friend, however, isn't just someone you know.
A friend is someone you know, someone you understand and someone you love and at the same time, that someone knows you, understands you and loves you, as well.
A friend is someone we can rely on.
A friend is someone we can trust.
I am proud to admit that I have a large group of very close friends that I care deeply about.
These people mean more to me than my own life.
Given the chance, I would list all their names down.
But I think that it would be unfair to the others whom I might not list down.
To me, they are my own flesh and blood.
To stab them is to stab me.
To insult them is to insult me.
To kill them is as if cutting off my fingers and toes, one by one, pouring salt over the wounds and let me cry out in torture before finally pulling the trigger next to my head.
Let me put this in simplest ways; to kill them is to kill me.
I don't know why I may seem too emotional about this subject.
It frightens me, too, the way that I talk so passionately about my friends.
I don't even know if they feel the same way about me or not.
It doesn't matter that much, though.
As long as I still breathe, I will give it my all to make my friendships work.
I love my friends.
I love spending time with them.
I miss their laughter.
I miss talking tot hem and making jokes with them.
I crave for their smiles, their voices, their company.
I don't mean to sound too needy, but it would give me great pleasure to get to see them, all of them, for one more time.
I'm sure I'll get this chance once the results come out in March.
Hopefully, I'll make it to then.
For now, I'll have to make do with what I have.
You might be asking yourself, "How the hell did he get to the subject of 'friends'?"
Well, I apologize first and foremost for rambling off about stuff people normally keep to themselves.
I have no right to take your time and for that I am sorry.
Well, it started off by talking about school.
Then, one thing led to another and that's how I got to talk about friends and stuff.
It's just that, my former Chemistry teacher, Miss Doria laughed at the fact that some of my closest friends missed school.
I just needed to write something about it; about how a lot of us are missing school.
She tells us to enjoy our 3-month break and enjoy it to the fullest.
She says she can't believe we're even thinking of going back to school.
I don't blame her.
It does seem ridiculous to even consider another year of uniforms, assemblies and exams.
However, if we had to do it, then we'd do it.
Why?
Because, when we're in school, we are with friends.
We are with familiar company.
We are with people we know, understand and love and people who know, understand and love us, too.
I've made this clear but I think I'll say it again:
"We don't miss school in its entirety, we just miss being with our friends"
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