The Human Rabbit

She'll be definitely happy for you

12:28:00 PM

Dear Lin,

First and foremost, I'm sorry that I had to steal this photo from your Facebook page. I don't really have a proper photo of you in my safe keeping. Now, you must be wondering why on earth is your story ending up in my blog. Well, it wasn't a plan one, honestly.

Secondly, I'm sorry that I'm not able to attend your special day as I have another commitment to attend to. But to tell you the truth I'm very happy to see that you found a person who can take care of you as good as your mum used to *tears*.

Why I wanted to blog about you? Well, my mum called me this morning, telling that she stopped by your house. That she could not attend you reception as she has other invitations as well. From what I hear from her, I believe that you are still the old querky Fazlin that I used to know. I could not believe that the both of us are turning 30 this year. How time flies. When I still remember the music class that we used to attend when we were in kindergarden with Mrs Foo. Ahhh, those memories.

When my mum visited you this morning, she had the chance to actually explore some of the photos hung on the wall (I think so) while she was walking to your room. She saw your mum's picture and the memories that my mum and her used to shared struck her. I was overwhelm to tell you the truth *tears*.

I'm very happy for you, Fazlin that you have found the love of your life. Someone who you can trust to spend the rest of your life with, share everything together, explore the world together. I'm very sure that your mum will be as happy as I am because her youngest daughter is getting married at last. So does your father, sisters and brother. If your mum is still around, you'll be able to see her happy tears during your nikah. But she's in a better place. Al-Fatihah.

This is such a wonderful milestone for you both!! All the best for you both on this special day and I hope that your future is a long and happy one. May both of you be blessed with the cutest babies ever. Lots of love.

Rozaimi X Farah Alla : Behind the scene

1:52:00 PM

To someone whom I used to know

12:33:00 PM

Hey there, stranger.

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.

Never again to be yours,

Your Lost Best Friend

My best friend's wedding

9:22:00 AM

Rozaimi X Farah Alla : Malam berinai/Bachelorette Night

10:13:00 AM

A note to my best friend

12:20:00 PM

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.