The Nostalgia of Writing

Hello Readers. :)

So today I got a beautiful message from one of my great friends ever. She is my dear Nurul Ain :) She was my one of childhood best friends whom I spent together with a lot in school from standard 1 to standard 5 at Sarawak,the Borneo of Malaysia('cuz my parents worked there) until I moved back to my hometown at Selangor.  Since I moved to Selangor, I have never seen her til now. Its been like 10-11 years! Oh my God. How time really flies. The last time we met, we were 11. Now we are going to 22  this year. I have never seen Frisca either. She's also my childhood best friend. She's my great playmate ever. We didnt always hang out together in school, but once we got back home, got the uniform changed, there you go duo of Nyle-Frisca would rock the World. We would bike around the neighbourhood and playing like there's no tomorrow. :p God, looking back when we were kids, I'm thankful to God for crossing my path with her. We had lots of sweet hilarious, adventurous and stupidos? XD memories together back then. Seriously we were so naughty back then. Maybe Ill write more on my childhood memories in future entry,InsyaAllah.  Being chased by dogs 3 times in my life, Frisca was there on 2 out of the 3 events...We even got together being chased by the same dog. Ahh... Ain was also there in one of the events; wherein we were riding on bicycles passing through someone's house and out of nowhere this dog came and chased us. It is still fresh in my mind that while we were being chased by the dog, Ain and I  recited one of the Quranic verse(Surah An-Nas) very loudly. As loud as we could. XD Not sure how the dog did  stop chasing us but one thing for sure Alhamdullillah, we were saved :) 

So back to the story of Ain's beautiful message to me that was sent on facebook. Oh by the way,thanks to facebook for connecting old friends :p

So Ain's message was:

remember we used to write short stories and sell them to our classmates.

worth about 20 cents or so LOL

I swear I couldn't help to paint a super big smile on my lips. It was like so involuntary action. The sweet memory that Ain brought up really reminds me how wonderful it was. I mean, how on earth we were  as kids could think of doing that; utilising our writing passions(Ain and I shared the same passion of writing) at our best and made a good comeback out of it.(Though the sell didnt make us go rich in one day, but the value of money that we got from our selling thru the stories we wrote was so priceless even if it's just 20 cents! :p)

*I feel like wanna cry*

I dont really remember at what age I was at that time, but the things that run freshly in my mind are

Ain and I were would write some stories in computer. Way back then, computers were without internet. Just the microsoft words and painting application as far as I remember :p  My sister Nawal  she used the computer to paint.(sometimes I did too..but I was more to microsoft words; writing things or stories because my drawings were bad and I wasnt so creative to create wonderful images out of painting application :p) So after writing quite a 1 full page or 2 pages of story then I would ask my dad on how to print it out. I still remember how I got pissed up with the printer because it didnt print out my story though I had already clicked to "print" button. I still remember how the paper wasnt going out well because it got stuck in the printer. How the ink of the printer got messed because I didnt know why :p I still remember I almost gave up to print the story out.

 But then Ain told me, "its okay we can do that tomorrow" . I was like.. "hmm okay..see you tomorrow at school then" So after that, I came back to the computer,looking at the printer sadly. After a few mins moment of sad :p I called out my dad for the second time. My dad came over and fixed the printer out. I dont really remember what's the problem with the printer but one thing for sure my dad fixed it up and finally the story came out in a piece of paper..uhmmm two pieces of paper actually :p

 I dont remember how many stories we had printed out but one story that still stays fresh in my mind is a story entitled "Samirah". It was about a girl and her mother. I remember it well because after quite some time then I just realized that Samirah sounds like my mom's name. "Sarimah"..hehe :p. Ok fine, no wonder I remember this one story's title so well :p 

 So then next morning, we came to class with papers of story in our hands. We went to table by table asking to our classmates if they want to buy this paper of story :p It's kinda awkward when come to think about it now but I dunno how I didnt feel awkward at that time.  We sold them for 10 cents, 20 cents or so..I cant remember well. We got quite a number of customers. Most were girl classmates because way back then only girls loved to read,I guess :pWhat I remember the most is, the satisfaction I got after the stories were sold. Although all not stories were sold out,I was kinda excited to know that someone is going to read my masterpiece :p

This memory is so beautiful. And guess what? I feel so motivated to really write again. This is my passion. This is my forte. Its just..you know..*sigh* Im always 'lazy' to write these days. Since I have reached the teen age,I have slowly reduced my writing activities. It seemed like there's a lot of other interesting things than writing. To name it, we have internet, movies, music, youtube. To be honest, because of that "interesting" things, I can barely write. It takes me a great focus to write. The main reason why I do keep a blog is to "force" myself back to writing so that I wont leave the arena of writing forever.

Thank you, my dear Ain for bringing back the wonderful memory that we shared together. It does bring a great feeling to me..as well as motivation to write!

 I cant tell you that even words seem fail to say how grateful am I to have you as my friend :)

P/S 

Blog: Hey Nyle, U should have written something! 

Nyle now: I have a lot of other commitments la..Sorry blog. 

Nyle then: I wish blog existed like 12 years ago :p 

Yours Truly,

NyleRashid