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the not-so-anonymous moi

Shafienas Salleh - 18 on going 19.
I believe that a girl can dream any dream she wants.

Laugh. Dance. Love.
That one day will come.

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Monday, November 23, 2009
You sleep, I write.
2:34:00 AM

(I have to this post. No, I want to.)

I just had an unexpectedly (and unplanned) super duper LONG talk with RashidahYaakob. Have not done that in a very long time and I definitely enjoyed it. Now, I am wide awake and cannot go to sleep AGAIN. She is one of the people that I can be truly be honest with, without having to fear that she might get the wrong idea about anything.

Rashidah is a very special girl and I am very thankful that God let us be friends, even up to now. Thinking back, she was the first friend that I had in secondary school. We have indeed come a long way.

Friends - They are like those colourful sweets you put on top of doughnuts.
And if you know how much I love doughnuts, you will know how much I love my friends. :)))

All I can say by the end of the idk-how-long-it-was call:

I will always, and forever miss my friends, both old and new. I will try my very best to be the friend that you have always known. I will not be someone that changes every time I meet someone new. But then again, change is a constant in life.

I may forget you at times, and I may even hurt your feelings in ways that I was not even aware of. I may seem to have purposely ignored you or tried avoiding certain things. I may look like I am favouring others over you. You might also think I no longer need you anymore since I have found your so-called replacement.

But the truth is, I treasure every single one of my friends, even if we have not met for a very long time. No one can replace anyone if you are my friend. I may be too busy and it could be my own fault that sometimes we argue. I accept every curse that my friends may let out to me, because at times I do deserve to be hated for not being a good friend enough. I understand that you may be angry or be very disappointed in me, and begin thinking that maybe I am not your same old shafienas.

However, all I ask is that you do try understand me. I do not wish that you compromise to my every demands and only think of my well-being. But sometimes, I have to compromise to certain things that are beyond my control. I have always been stuck with being an obedient daughter and a good friend. At times, I have to choose either at the expense of the other. For that, I apologise, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone that have gone through those kinds of horrible experiences. I do not want to ever have to disappoint my parents and that is why I am always coming up with excuses. But put yourself in my shoes and think: I too have missed out on some of the greatest moments in my life as a teenager with the best-est people that I call friends. I lack many experiences that I could have otherwise gained, and many memories that I would have otherwise been able to keep as the greatest treasures I have ever found.

Once again, I am sincerely sorry to all of you, my beloved friends. Just know that you ( no matter who you may think you are to me) are a very special person indeed because you are my friend, and will forever be. Always, period. And remember that just because I am not there with you, does not mean that I am not there for you or do not wish to be your friend anymore.
I love you ALL.

And RashidahYaakob, I cannot thank you enough for being my inspiring motivation and my honestly-speaking-and-do-not-take-this-personally kind of friend :))))))))

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