Wednesday, November 08, 2006


Do you remember?

Assalamualaikum wrh. wbt.

Have you ever gone to someone's blog, and felt that in order to communicate about something else to that person, you had to comment on one of his/her posts?

I think it's just common blog-tesy.

And I must admit, my comments are a tad long. Which is why if I find something interesting, I usually refrain from comment, unless I felt it incumbent on me to pour my heart out on the topic.

I was in school debates (not to mention private ones with my little brother), and though I wasn't a very good debater (I never made it past the preliminary round, mainly due to nerves and ill-preparation), it's in my blood, and I tend to stick too hard to my points.

Ah, Dale Carnegie. You've taught me something good, this past week. Thanks be to Allah.

But that's not the main topic I was going to go on about.

I was reading MLH's entry on the end of his pre-U, and it brought back memories of AUSMAT 16. I haven't had time to digest everything we've been through -- how much we all have come from way back then. Now I have, and I don't blame some of my friends for being defensive and so averse to change.

It's tough, admitting that you've lost touch with the people who once held claim on your heart . It's tough, admitting that promises once thought would last forever have crumbled in the desert brought along by this awful drought.

It's tough to not know anymore the people who once lived right next to you and shared your dreams, life, memories.

This is just a bit of what I wrote in the comment box, pending approval (I know it's a tad long-ish, but like I said, I'm awful at comments):

'Salaam.

I feel it incumbent upon me to comment about your post:

And so I would have to say that I felt the same. I was even, admittedly, tearful at the thought of leaving the 198 people who made up AUSMAT 16. I loved the lecturers. I loved the idiotic pranks we would get to. I love the fact that unlike high school and other colleges I know, there were no (visible) cliques in my preU, and that these people were all so different, yet so accepting of each other.

The people I knew were geared to succeed.

Back then I had a different scale of judgement, of course. My closest pals, I called my Pseudo-Family. We had ranks, and I was Ucu. We had 'family dinners' weekly, and I would incessantly bully my 'big brothers', and take full advantage of KakChik's immense level of tolerance and kindness.

The times have passed now, and the Pseudo-Family is, admittedly, all but defunct. Having changed so much ourselves, we no longer see much common ground that would make us want to RELATE.

Some people from AUSMAT choose to stay away from the past. Some people would say that I'm one of them.

I once said that I couldn't understand why people drank coffee, when there was earl grey right in front of them. Now I have a cafe-radar stuck right under my nose, and I am crazy for Aussie coffee.

I used to be one of those people who said "I will never forget you." Seems like I've broken my promise. It seems as if I don't even care. Truth is, I feel that I just forgot. Humans, insani - it's only natural to forget.

And so I read your article with a bit of nostalgia and a bit of cynicism. Because I think I'm living you and your friends' future.

We view the future through rose-tinted granny glasses, and forget that the truth is more painful, and that it comes in greys, not psychedelic technicolour.'


And another thing I forgot to mention that most times, we have to change. We should never be scared of it. 'Change makes the world go round'.

And oft times, it scared the heck out of us.

But it's only the natural order of things, the sunnatullah. The diff is, the way you deal with it.

Will you tolerate it, or pretend it never happened?

Won't you let change let you grow?

I will keep our memories intact. Hopefully, I won't forget that, insyaAllah.

"It's now time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know.

Take your time
Think a lot
Think of everything you've got
For you may still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not."

-Yusuf Islam's Father and Son-

Wassalamualaik.

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