The day after Kak Rini's wedding. I looked awful in red lipstick. But I absolutely love this photo <3Hey there.
Here's a picture of me and my lovely companion.
We have survived the tangled vines of friendship for 11 years.
And we don't intend to stop anytime soon.
Ever since high school became our prime priority, we drifted apart. But believe me, I still remembered every second that I ever spent with you, good and bad. Syaza and I, we got into separate classes from Form 1 till Form 5. God never gave us the chance to sit together in a class. We had to interact with different people, forced to not talk to each other. It's school, and school never let you choose which class you want to be in. We said our casual 'hellos' every day but that was it. It was as if we were strangers. And that thought left me extremely upset. Reality kicked in ; we can never be the same as we were before. But I wasn't gonna let that convince me.
How could I still remember this moment perfectly? Because this defined our friendship. We have each other's back.
From then on, Syaza's name was one of the few that my mom remembered. She would come to my house more often than not, every week. We would play anything that our little brains could think of then. I remember we played 'Harry Potter' starting from when we were about 9 years old. We were avid fans of the movies, and we would always fake our accents and pretend to be Harry and Draco's sisters. Shouts and cries of spells from the movies were constantly heard from us. 'Wingardium Laviosa'! 'Alohamora'! These are all wonderful childhood memories that would forever wrap my heart with gayness. I had quite a happy childhood, and part of the reason was Syaza.
Syaza turned eighteen 2 days ago. And I turned 18 a week before her. We're only a week apart from each other, birthday-wise. How are we NOT destined to be pals? Yes, we ARE destined to have a fantastic friendship. It's more of a friendship now that it has been 11 years ; it's more of a sisterhood. She gives amazing advice, and sometimes when I feel down, she never fails to crack me up.
It's been awhile, but I feel like I have relieved past memories with her in the past few weeks. We play guitar, watch funny videos and just talk about random things. I think of us as two birds ; no matter how far we drift apart, we would always perch on the same branch and find each other again. Cos we are meant to be. I'm happy to have known you, my dear friend. Forever and always.
Syaza Haziqah binti Rahizad, you are special. And I miss you.
Standard One, 1 Kenanga. Syaza was a pretty girl with cute dimples, small eyes that reflected her Chinese heritage and beautiful, long sun-stroked hair. I have always envied her gorgeous mane, but I didn't mind my shoulder-length hair at all. We sat together and would talk for hours. From PowerPuff Girls to clothes, to Barbie and to family and friends, we talked about everything. However, the highlight of our blossoming friendship that year was sweet and aww-worthy. Syaza came to rescue me. There was a bully in our class, and he would always steal my pencils and bug me till my last nerve. One time, he was about to kick me. But along came Wonder Girl herself, with her dark blue pinafore ; she came rushing towards me and started to defend me. He kicked her on the knee instead, and she cried out "Tak sakit pun!" with a little giggle.
How could I still remember this moment perfectly? Because this defined our friendship. We have each other's back.
From then on, Syaza's name was one of the few that my mom remembered. She would come to my house more often than not, every week. We would play anything that our little brains could think of then. I remember we played 'Harry Potter' starting from when we were about 9 years old. We were avid fans of the movies, and we would always fake our accents and pretend to be Harry and Draco's sisters. Shouts and cries of spells from the movies were constantly heard from us. 'Wingardium Laviosa'! 'Alohamora'! These are all wonderful childhood memories that would forever wrap my heart with gayness. I had quite a happy childhood, and part of the reason was Syaza.
Syaza turned eighteen 2 days ago. And I turned 18 a week before her. We're only a week apart from each other, birthday-wise. How are we NOT destined to be pals? Yes, we ARE destined to have a fantastic friendship. It's more of a friendship now that it has been 11 years ; it's more of a sisterhood. She gives amazing advice, and sometimes when I feel down, she never fails to crack me up.
It's been awhile, but I feel like I have relieved past memories with her in the past few weeks. We play guitar, watch funny videos and just talk about random things. I think of us as two birds ; no matter how far we drift apart, we would always perch on the same branch and find each other again. Cos we are meant to be. I'm happy to have known you, my dear friend. Forever and always.
Syaza Haziqah binti Rahizad, you are special. And I miss you.
Sincerely,
Zafirah.
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