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Category: Friends

The Other Woman

I have to say. I’m not an avid follower of Malaysian celebrities, I still don’t know exactly who is who and catching up with a lot of things Malaysian. Heck, I’m still confused which is LDP which is DUKE. But I’m getting around things. I know, laugh. Mind you, I spent all my driving age in JB and UK, where I studied. So, I’m trying my best with my lack of sense of orientation and geography.

But I can’t help noticing one of my old friend, who bloomed in the industry gracefully with all the charm that is hers. That is Nora Danish herself. We went way back in Form 2 in Convent Kajang. We were quite close for awhile until both of us changed classes after PMR and discovered our own clique of friends. I used to hang out at her place and we went out some weekends like any normal friends do.

Honestly, I was so surprised she ventured into acting because she was the last person I thought would do so. I mean, if you knew her back then, she was such a shy girl, very low key and definitely was not one of the hu-ha type. Sometimes I’m surprised she has voice in acting at all, because last time whenever she speaks, I could hardly hear her! But I guess she gained confidence in doing so and I’m so glad things turned out well for her.

It was too bad that the man she married was a bad judgement and suffice to say, was a wrong call. It’s no secret, I think everybody knows that. Especially with the woman she had to deal with after it all ended. Its a shame, because when you’re pressed into a situation that is so hurtful, it could bring out the worse in you. As a married woman, I could understand. I mean, if it happened to me I probably would’ve acted worst. Seriously, I don’t know how she found the strength to go through pregnancy without a husband and by having to deal with the other woman. But I think she did well. Don’t you think so? Handled truly like a dignified and respected woman, which I am glad for.

Even though we don’t keep in touch anymore, that doesn’t stop me from feeling inspired. For such a fragile surface, indeed she’s a fighter. And I cannot even imagine her being bitchy and all that. No wonder she maintains good relationship with the in-law. She could still let her ex to father her son. I mean, I don’t think I would wanna look at Fakhrul’s face if he’d done something like that. Hahaha. Touch wood!

So here’s to all strong woman out there. And to you Nora, for making it look so easy to handle a woman who crowded it all. Here’s a saying that can’t be said enough, what goes around indeed comes around.

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High School Friends

What a Sunday it was, truly.

I’ve been meaning to write about this ages ago, but after last great Sunday outing with them I just had to write it now, about my high school friends. Are you still in touch with your high school friends? Because I am one of the fortunate that still do.

In all honesty, I’m quite proud of this little group of friends of mine. My mother still nags sometimes about how she feels that I still think I’m 18, leaving my husband and baby at home once in a while weekend to go out with my groupie. Truthfully, I am so lucky that I am bestowed with a man, a Malay man, who acknowledges my need as a human to socialize. And really, it is best when you do it with your high school friends.

We all went to Convent Kajang, which personally I think if you live in Kajang and plan on for normal day school, this is where you would want to send your daughters to. Not that I’m downgrading the other schools around, but the people in Kajang know this already. Its quite hard to get into, like all convent schools. But once you’re in, I bet it will be the time of your life. Just like it was for me.

The people that I used to be closed with and still do consists those who went to the same class as me. It didn’t matter if I changed class during my five years there, because once I’m close with someone, I’m stuck with that person. And in this case, quite a few. Suffice to say, they’re my comfort zones. I feel free around them and it might not be too much to say that your high school friends are probably the kind of friends that know you best. They’re the ones who understand that you can’t wait for your food when you’re hungry because you always finished your packed lunch before the recess time, the one who knows you’re actually so loud although at any other times with any other people you seem very passive, the ones who already knows all your history because when you were young, you only had your friends to tell your dark secrets to. You’re not afraid to talk about it again because they already know and even if they judged, it was a long time ago. Its one of the most treasured things that no one can buy and once its gone, it will be your greatest lost.

But it isn’t really a stroll in a park to maintain such friendships. After all, after high school everybody went on with their lives, went to pursue their adulthood somewhere else or whatever it is that they look for in life. Career, marriage, adventure, anything. At some point you’ll forget about them for awhile because you’re so passionate about the new freedom you just embark. But I found it hard to let go. Everywhere I went afterwards, every new friends I made after high school were incomparable to them. I felt like I had to change a lot of myself in order to fit in with some people, either because I met them during my adult age or simply from a different background. Most of the times it was just inappropriate to be myself because everyone else is either proper, reserved or just bloody serious. It didn’t feel as free as before, so that’s why I kept calling them every chance I get when I’m back in Kajang. Now with Facebook and all sort of social networks online in the world, there’s almost no excuse to not be in touch.

Organizing an outing or reunion isn’t as easy either, no matter how close you are with them. Especially now with the babies and the husbands and the work, it’s almost impossible to get every single one to come whenever you set a date. But you do what you can. Like all relationships, friendships like this need commitment and effort too. An effort to pick up the phone and ask how’s it going, an effort to type a private message asking if they’re free next weekend, an effort to be able to attend their weddings, their children’s aqiqahs, their bachelorette parties, their Raya open houses or whatever. After all, you don’t live alone in this world. Friends do come and go but you won’t be getting much if you don’t make an effort to ask them to stay.

Oh well, I do not know how long this friendship is going to last, but I am optimistic that it will go on well, forever might sound too ambitious but I believe in friendship the term sky is the limit also applies. But for sure, I am admiring each and every of my friend’s effort to come whenever I call, to attend whenever I invite, even though as a woman we all know that we are leaving our priorities back home. What can I say? Thank God, the ones who got married, did it with the right men.

The 2 Weeks Sleepover

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We are all 25 with professional jobs and about to be married. We still jump on the bed, dance like chickens and sing our lungs out when our favourite song plays. We talk loudly like we are deaf and we laugh hysterically even when the jokes were not so funny. We still think boys are stupid and don’t take them seriously. We will talk endlessly about what happened in high school, always inviting back our teenage years when everybody else left it where it should be. We drive each other mad but we will cry like a baby when we are driven apart.

This picture is the one with one missing. It would’ve been perfect with Elly maybe squeezed between me and Mus or at the end beside Shareena. But just with those two around was enough to shut me down a little while, be absurd and maybe around 17 again. Most of my worries when I was with them is wondering if things are going to change, or hoping mad that in between Mus’ high pitch voice telling jokes and Shareena making her monkey smile that this will not end. That we will forever be like this. Maybe – if all of us manage to turn a blind eye to true love and marry some spoilt rich guy.

I had hoped that it stays the same. But for now, I’ll just miss them. 

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