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to those who painted my life with colors;


Hi, assalamualaikum. It has been a while since I posted something and right now I couldn't sleep so I thought like "Why don't I write something on my blog?" (I mean like yea, it's almost 3 AM in the morning when I wrote this and I really wanted to post something on my blog because it has been... months? Aha.)

So yup, the title of this post pretty much explained everything of what I am going to share with you tonight (let's just consider it as tonight alright lol). 

To those who painted my life with colors;

I used to have bunch of friends. The friends that I thought our friendship will last forever because ya know, aren't childhood friendships and middle school friendships supposed to be like that? A bunch of friends who always telling me that they will never forget me and talks of "hit us up when you're coming back to hometown," or "Let's hang out next time of your visit," and giving me false hopes because none of them actually made an effort to come and meet me and later, asking me why I never texted them that I came to visit my hometown because they missed me and all. 

A bunch of friends that I used to love like a family, thank you for painting my life with colors. The talks, the "we will never forget you" speeches when I moved school at that time, I still remember every single of it. The tears and the hugs that I received on the day I moved out from school at that time, I still remember every single scenes of it. The false hopes, I used to take it to heart because I was a child who believed middle school friendships last forever. But now, I don't. Everyone of you who shared laughter with me, sweet and ugly memories of us, the monkey-love relationships, thank you. Each one of you made my past beautiful by leaving a different color. 

To those who painted my life with colors;

I used to have bunch of friends.Each circle of friends that I had when I was in high school taught me various kind of lessons. As usual, the circles did not last forever but I am still blessed with the sweet and ugly memories and the laughter that were shared with the circles.

I finally created a small circle of friends. A small circle of friends that I always feel blessed with. My happy and laughter pills. The ones that always make me feel happy just by the thought of seeing them on the semester-break. The ones that always make me feel happy just by sitting and sharing stories and experiences with foods full on our table. I am glad and I thank Allah S.W.T for this friendship. Even as our days passed not talking to each other often just like before, where we often sneaked out and went into each other's classroom just to talk when the teachers were not in the class. I love each one of you very deeply. You know who you are. 

Thank you, for the sweet and ugly memories, the shared laughter. I am always looking forward to the day where we can meet up as one again. and for the upcoming memories and laughter, inshaaAllah.


To those who painted my life with colors;

I created another circle of friends. The friendship which only aged 2 years and 6 days. One of the most beautiful things that I have in my life. The little birthday surprises, the happy tears, the "I'm happy af and I freakin love you guys" tight hugs, the thank yous and everything, it gives warmth to my heart. This kind of friendship that I have, that I created out from my comfort zone, once again make me feel blessed with my life and I thank Allah S.W.T for the another small circle of friends because they taught me to be a better person and there were lot of lessons learned during the 2 years and 6 days of our friendship. I love each one of you very deeply. You know who you are.

Thank you, for the sweet and ugly memories and the shared laughter. Our friendship has aged 2 years and 6 days, let's make it to 3 years and forever, inshaaAllah. 






To those who painted my life with colors;
Thank you for each lesson of life. 

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