Pensil & Eraser Story

Assalamualaikum and Hi fellas..

Ahad 1 hari yg bosan bg sesetengah org yg kaki berjalan + time ni tgh pokai. mmg bosan kan duk rumah/bilik/hostel..

Baru2 ni loan aku dah masuk. wlupun angka loan tuh x sama dgn biasiswa. tp bersyukurlah sekurang2nya duit dlm acc bank tuh xde la tgl rm10 jer tiap kali g check.. yea dak? haha.

Memandangkan hari ni aku dah xtau nak buat ape, setelah stress dgn markah Quiz OOP yg baru jawab tadi, maka mood hari ni terus down. Aku ni kadang2 benda yg x serius pn nak amik port. terus xde mood nak text dgn cik abg. "Cik Abg, sorry eh, xde mood nak text rini. klu text2 pn tkut u terasa nti. ksian kat u."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Okei next.! aku ade la jumpa satu dialog perbualan ke ape ntah nm nye. Mula2 cam x faham jgak tp akhirnya berulang2 kali aku baca baru aku faham. Al maklumlah aku ni xpaham sgt english. yer dak.. hehe. korang baca la yep.

kot korg2 nk copy ker, copy la. tp tnya aku dlu. skurang2nya aku tau. n leh aku follow korg. (*gedik kan)


Pencil: I'm sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm so...rry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)





I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad. All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.


“We never know the love of our parents for us till we have become parents.


<3 Puteri_Bunny

  • Digg
  • Del.icio.us
  • StumbleUpon
  • Reddit
  • RSS
Read Comments

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

btol juga....apa yg dtulis tue..ibarat pmdam n ensil....

puteribunny.blogspot. Powered by Blogger.