the remaining few

It is the quality rather than the quantity that matters, Lucius Annaeus Seneca.

with only few close friends, lesser than 10, perhaps for only 5 i make no hesitation to believe that quality is better than quantity. i used to be in a huge group of girls that made enemies to the teachers and the teachers' dogs. i used to be sleeping with five girls on a single bed, used to be caught of cheating just to help a friend, used to be in a fight with Mak Cik canteen to justify my right of having the chicken wing instead of drumstick. thinking back of it, i fought for quantity rather than quality. for having more time to sleep, for having more food on that silver tray, for having more hours to stay awake and watch telly. we were a bunch of monkeys who hate rules and preferred to be condemned by the wardens.

those schoolgirls' days.

now, the members of bitches are gone, scattered all around, with i am the only person being thrown to the north and the rest are still somewhere in the south. the one that i really closed when i was in school, we rarely contact each other. i stopped to contact her, knowing that she's not eager as i to keep this friendships lasts. in about 10 girls, only 4 are reliable and the numbers become lesser and lesser, and this exact moment in USM i have about, let me count, err, ZERO, yillek, nada, cibai.

numbers of friends in facebook used to matter a lot to me until i realized its full of funny names and funny faces, i know not who. and so i deleted about two hundreds of strangers and will soon delete the acquaintances that  i rarely make contact with. facebook can kill sanity and make you believe that you have a perfect life but its actually a full of crap. remember, a mother who killed her baby while playing farm ville, look how technology degenerates us all.

how easily to get distracted.

so, number is not important. frankly,  i used to get jealous of girls who have fun with themselves, writing on each others' wall and blog like every hour while i remain pathetic, entertain only those i really close with and they are not avail online for 24/7. but of course, i get over it. a hater used to state how pathetic my life is, walking to the class alone, pretending to be happy. i am happy. put the earphones to the ear buds anytime and anywhere, to boost the positive mood.

aaa what did you say? cant hear you? 

why trouble your head with vile thoughts of others when you can just be a total ignorant. friends are just friends. they come and go. the few remaining are those you can call the true friends.

biar jauh di mata, dekat di hati,