This Day

Exactly today, a baby was born at Hospital Besar Kuala Lumpur. I don’t know which bed, which doctor, what time and any details at all. December 18th, 1991 marked the day where a friend of mine was born. I was somewhere in my home, probably in mom’s hand or snuggle in my crib. 19 years later, we met.

She was rushed to check-in to our mahallah (university’s room) as I looked at her, tried to say hello and make friends. Instead, she just went out from the office. I said to myself, “Okay fine”. You know exactly how fate works, we can’t predict and we can’t run away, if its suppose to happen. She was my roommate. We stayed together for 4 years and half, I wish for more.

I have two besties, S and IM which they always be with me in my bad and good. They took care of me when I was out of sense. I love them both equally.

There are a lot of things, bad and good, happen to us. We fought like sisters. She was the one who actually went home when we fought. Years later, I followed her step, went home just because we fought.

I rarely fight with my other roommate, it could be because she simple minded like that, just cool or just don’t bother if I sucked up. Still love her though, S.

On our final year, me and IM cried together as something unpleasant happen in our small group of friends. I don’t want to talk about this. Just not today, because today is a happy day. I was stubborn, and of course far away from being a good Muslimah. Advices by parents stay for couple of minutes and then I became, not necessarily bad but stubborn, again. I simply lazy to go to any occasion which involves listening and understanding. Both of them, S and IM, who kept on invited me, softly. As I then became ashamed of myself if I said no and then enjoyed involved in such occasion, slowly loves to listen.

ohh, looks like both of them are nice but don’t let me start on how stubborn can they be. Lets just keep that as my, our, secret.

Okay lets just slip this one. All nice thing can be so bored isn’t. She’s, ermm how can say it nicely, she’s a woman with principle. Both of them actually. People with principle is sometimes hard to catch up with, you know. Oh mann, I too a woman with weird principal. They know it, obviously. Don’t treat me when I don’t have money. I don’t like it, but still that depends on my mood.

IM and I, we just clicked, you know. Even though, I know there were moments where she can’t stand me and I, secretly, can’t stand her but in any relationship, in order to make it works, you have to accept the unpleasant things and just swallow it. Unless it involves some murderous or crime or religious misconception, then yes, let it go, let it go..

I just want to say thank you for all you have done for me, woke me up every single days, advices me when I was out of sense, supports me, shares knowledge and thank you for just be there.

Thanks to dearest S, even though you are so lazy to text me an essay with bundles of words, but I still love you because that is just who you are and I respect that. hahahaha.

Picture says it all,

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friend that go

in this post, you can never judge me as being bias to friendship instead of family. i have lots of love to share. My love for my family is unbeatable and my love for friends are inevitable.

We all have friends right? Even if you say no, we don’t have group thingy but actually we do have one, unplanned. I have one. As for the past 4 years, my closest consists of 4 people then down to 3, after a year, it increases to 5, 6 and 7. Yes, it is small but I love them.

Every birthday occasions, we celebrated it. We went out and ate, we collected money and bought not-so-fancy presents but with love. Then, came a tiny argument. For me, it is tiny. Tiny misunderstanding. Have you been hurt by your friends? I did. We all did.

However, it is the matter of how you handle it. If you truly love, you will try to calm your heart on your own because you can’t afford to lost your friends. As how you love your family, no matter it is your fault or not, you can’t afford to lost your sisters, brothers and parents.

Friend that go, she hated us or me so much. I told mom about this, until now, I am wondering, how else should I do to make it okay, what exactly does she need from us (me)? Mom said, why do you still think about her? I love her mom, we are friend (I said it in my heart)

the ballerina shoe

me: heyy, cute shoeeeeeee. where did you bought it?
D: at Jaya Jusco. it was cheap. i bought it for RM30 after discount.
me: seriousllyyy??
D: yep. you should go
me: haa, i have to wait for my allowance then.

this was the conversation between me and D. oh and by the way, D is a she. obviously, we talked about shoe for God sake. women are so unpredictable. i sat just one sit next to her and yes, we talked and laughed but i only talked about her cute shoe when we were walked on staircase.

women can talk about anything while we are doing other things. we can talk about shoes while walking, about clothes while cooking, and yes, our topics will change after certain period and usually it will end with a topic on marriage or wedding. ohh, i should write something the wedding version two. i can be very imaginative about the wedding details. enough that.

women loves shopping so much that they do not even bother what happen to their men when in an shopping centre with sales going on. in my case, whenever we wanted to buy adik’s clothes, ayah made the decision upon our first option because he knew and always know we, women can never make a decision unless we have more than 10 choices.

as a woman, apologies to men out there. we are certainly can not control this wild obsession of shopping. thank you for all the money given too, without that, we may not be couple. hahaha. i am joking, we do love men more than their money.

till then.
thanks to D for this picture.