From Paulo Coelho's stunning blog

Friendship

Once upon a time there was a poor but very brave man called Ali. He worked for Ammar, a rich old merchant.

One winter’s night Ammar said: “nobody can spend a night like this on top of the mountain without a blanket or food. But you need money, and if you can manage to do that you will receive a great reward. If you don’t, you will work for thirty days without pay”.

Ali answered: “tomorrow I shall do this test”.

But when he left the shop, he saw that a really icy wind was blowing and became scared, so he decided to ask his best friend, Aydi, if it was crazy of him to accept that bet.

After reflecting a while, Aydi answered: “I shall help you. Tomorrow, when you are at the top of the mountain, look ahead. I will be on the top of the mountain next to yours, where I will spend the whole night with a bonfire lit for you. You look at the fire and think about our friendship – that will keep you warm. You will manage, and later on I shall ask you something in return.”

Ali won the test, got the money, and went to his friend’s house: “You told me you wanted some payment.”

Aydi answered: ”Yes, but it isn’t money. Promise that if at any time a cold wind passes through my life, you will light the fire of friendship for me.”

indeed, this story is so heart-touching.

blah.

kok gw makin ngerasa, kayanya suram amat ya masa depan gw.

kalo lo gini terus, ya iyalah lo ga bakal maju-maju man.

sampe2 gw bikin scene khayalan buat ngehibur diri sendiri.


lokasi : di bimbel X.


gw : kak! saya cocok masuk Teknik Perminyakan ITB ga kak?
kakak bimbel : wah muka kamu berminyak, KAMU COCOK MASUK PERMINYAKAN!
gw : CIHHHUUUUY!


sedih kan.

Around The Corner.

Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.

We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him"
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And
distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!-yet miles away,

"Here's a telegram sir--"
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner,
a vanished friend.

-By Henson Towne