Hey there, stranger.
Never again to be yours,
Your Lost Best Friend
It’s been a very long time, which I’m sure you’re aware of. I’d like to say that it may be both of our decision to keep this distance without we realizing it, but I think we both know it was for the best. I’d like to say that I’m glad you are well judging by the fact that there were no single call or text on my mobile, but as we both know I have absolutely no idea how you are. The one thing that can definitely be said is that when we distance, we leave no strand behind, but slice right through until we no longer remember how to find each other. It’s amazing to think that once we were inseparable, the best of friends.
You knew me inside and out, and I, you. We were there for each other in the best of times and through the most difficult of times. We definitely managed to put each other through hell on occasion, but when support was needed the most, support was given. Until, of course, that final day. I sometimes find myself wondering why we couldn’t stay in touch. Would it be so bad if we got together for coffee from time to time? Or if we gave each other a ring to see how the other was doing? It became strange and sometimes I almost forget how you looked like. Bit by bit, the images of you kind of disappear, when I never wish it to happen.
Using the phone to make calls has become archaic, but surely we could send a text to wish each other a happy birthday? Or a happy New Year? I mean, we’ve been through so much. You were a part of my life and now that part is just empty. Like it was never vacant before.
You can’t be forgotten because forgetting you would be like forgetting myself — impossible. But then again, maybe you are right. Maybe we are better off as far apart as possible. Perhaps we aren’t right for each other. We know it would never work again, and we know the friendship we have — we had — created a bond that has shattered before and amending a shattered glass will make it worst. It would make repeating the same mistakes too likely, repeating the same heartbreak certain. That’s what it really comes down to: It’s not my heart that I’m worried about, but yours. Breaking my own heart would be my responsibility to bear, but I can’t once again be responsible for breaking yours.
So all that I can do is wish you the best. Wish you a great, bright, loving future. Wish the man of your dreams could hold your heart closely and to create a lifetime of your fantasies. I wish for you to find a friend as great as me, but a much better friend. One who won’t drag you through the mud. One who you won’t feel the need to bury with guilt, one that won't make you feel suffocated. I wish you all the best and although you will never read this, although we hardly speak to each other , and although the images of our memories may fade in your head through times, I wish you nothing short of happiness.
Your Lost Best Friend
It was a fun filling, full of sweat and stress free weekend. Will blog about it in the next write up.
For now, I present to you this. A photo bombed and a candid picture by some of the bridesmaids during the outdoor photo shoot and before the procession of the hantaran.
It was a moment of truth when I attended my best friend's 'malam berinai'. Some sort of 'Bachelorette Night' for the Malay culture. I started my journey from Penang, after work on Thursday night.
I stopped by her place just to join that malam berinai thing. It was only both of us but I sure had fun.
It felt almost surreal that she's getting married the next day. The malam berinai lasted almost 3 hours. Since it's already late, me and Juan drove back home because we needed to be at her house early the next day for her solemnization.
Dear best friend,
I am unsure of how to begin this note. Most of our conversations are never words, rather actions: a smile between note-taking; looking at each other over cups, your coffee clutched in jittery hands and my earl grey whispering steam; a tug at the corner of your shirt to pull you back from the oncoming traffic while jaywalking. The few words we do exchange are formal. Hello. How’s Your Day Been Going. What Time Is It. To the world we are strangers accidentally drawn to each other by an inexplicable gravitational pull that keeps us joined at the hip, yet completely autonomous.
Love can only go so far.
Best Friend, I came here with the unfamiliarity of words. This bulky, unwelcome present is yours to keep. May this present never collect dust. May you keep polishing this present, that is, my prayers and advice till they’ve been worn down to create a groove where your heart fits perfectly.
I don’t have a reason why I wrote this other than I was thinking of you today. I was thinking how wonderful you are. You are such a good friend to me. You are my sister and I love you. I look back at when we first met in high school. Who would have known, we would still be so tight? People have come and gone in and out of our lives but we remained best friends. Through ups and down, arguments and sad times, nothing has been able to come between us. I just want you to know that I thank you for your loyalty, your friendship, your love. I know I have been guilty at times of not being the best I could be as a friend, but you’ve been so forgiven. I love you for that. When I met you in high school, I realize right away that you had a sweet personality, a wonderful sense of humor and a heart that draws people to you.
Hopefully it is something you will read with a smile, make you cry, and keep for a very long time. This took me a few days to write, and it came from my heart. You always make the right decision and always think before you speak. Those are two key ingredients to the perfect friendship. With our friendship comes one guarantee, what happens to you happens to me. If you are ever sad, I am sad for you, if you are ever excited, I am also excited.
When I talk to you, it’s like shelter, just hearing your voice makes my day shine. Yesterday brought the beginning, tomorrow brings the end, and somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends. You have no idea how happy I am that we are best friends. I would do anything for you and I know you would do the same for me. No matter where life takes us, you will always be in my heart and on my speed-dial. You are truly my best friend, through thick and thin, through all our fights, I hope you know that I will always love you like a sister and there is nothing in this world that could ever change that.
Well, it is now a trend in any wedding to have a photo booth of their own. Be it DIY or hire a wedding planner to set them up. I find it....as optional actually. But to add on the fun in any wedding, photo booth will be a great one. If you have the $$$ to splurge, you can just hire someone to do it for you. But if you're the kind who's on a budget, it's not that hard to set one up, like me.
Well, I find ideas for my wedding mainly from Pinterest. Thanks to the World Wide Web and Google. Hahaha. I want to have this mix theme at my wedding, traditional Malay+traditional Chinese plus some slight Western theme to it. So I've decided to make my own photo booth props. Well, knowing myself as a not-so-creative person, I wonder how my props will turn out to be. Insyallah.
If you ask me whether I'm freaking out or not, yes I am. Because there are tonne of things to do even though I'm already near perfect in organizing this event. I set appointments and booked dates just to make sure that I don't get the dates mix up. HIV test, ROM forms and so on. Now I know why every bride is called Bridezilla. Feels like it's a never ending process.
Well, 1 thing for sure, our wedding cards has been ordered for both sides which I'm quite happy with the design I have chose.
I've decided to go with lace for my ROM change. My mum was the one who suggested actually. The initial choice was chiffon. It was a good choice to change to lace as lace has this soft hue look to my ROM dress. Since I wanted a simple but rustic look for my ROM, lace it is.
I have yet to decide what flower I want to use for my hand bouquet. I love carnation but I'm unsure if it will compliment my songket look on that day of the reception. Songket will look great with roses, I believe as it is traditional.
My last trip to Putrajaya was in 2008 during my graduation day for my bachelor's. My best friend, Alla attended as well. But this time, the trip will be a different one. Firstly, it will be to buy my bridesmaid and my MC's attire. Secondly, it was supposed to be Hen's dinner with some other friends but it was canceled. The flight ticket was purchased before they cancel the plan still I had to proceed anyway.
Since I had to change my plan and Rozaimi tagged along, we decided to have lunch in Bumbu Desa in KLCC. OOhhh, I have found my bridal heels with lace for the groom side. I'm one happy kid again. I believe it was purely luck. Food was good. I think it was also because of the company. KLCC was crowded and we spent like the whole day, since morning and we were charged RM26 for the parking ticket. No sweat.
By 5pm we headed to KLIA as Rozaimi's flight to Alor Star was at 8. After that, me and Alla went Alamanda for dinner at Noodle Station. I wanted to find a short handle handbag as I don't have one yet. But I find that it is an unnecessary purchase, so decided to drop the intention of getting one. I thought it's better for me to save up some money and get a good one instead.
I had a really great time with them during the weekends. Couldn't ask more. To sum up everything:
This was my 8am flight. I had to wake up at 5.30. Get on the first KLIA Express at 6.20 to the airport. Yes, Alla sent me as well. So don't mind my tired look. We didn't had enough sleep the night before because we talked to much and didn't realized that the time was 1am.
