Feby Molly

This one is a letter for me written by one of my best friends, Feby (Molly). She wrote this on September 23, 2010.

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Oh man it’s not easy as it seems to write this. Trying my best.

This post is dedicated to my best friend, well duh, obviously.

Dear best friend,

To be honest, the word “best friend” sucked to me, because well...
First, I basically don’t rank my friends.
Second, I don’t trust people that much enough to be one.

As I enter high school, I have this circle of really close friends, until now.
But I honestly think that I don’t have a REAL best friend. Until I met her...

It was the end of the first semester, 2 years ago.
I met her at her school, it was a sport day.
I was gonna meet my ex boyfriend (fckit you’re too disgusting to be written here but whatever) and then some friend of mine introduced me to her.
We got along really well since that time, but I couldn’t see that she was gonna be my best friend now back then.

Time after time, months after months, day after day.
We spent a lot of time virtually and sometimes literally together.
We went through this dark times, felt hopeless and pathetic together.
You were always there helping me through my rough times.
You were always there when I feel absolutely shitty.
You patiently deal with my rants and whines for hours, even days without complaining, not even once.
You’re always there everytime I need you the most.
Lame jokes, ridiculous midnight chats and gossips, or calls.

We have the same taste of humor, music, or sometimes we can be a total opposite.
We even have this name we call to each other, “Mol”.
You make me laugh, I make you laugh.
You never ever judge me for anything.
We have never judged each other, we try to understand each other’s point of view.
We adjust and try to understand each other—the feeling is mutual.

There are lots of people out there who’s been bitching around talking shits about you, trust me, I know better.
To all of them, FUCK YOU ALL LAME MOFOS!
Why don’t y’all get a fucking life man and stop being such a hater.
My girl here is prolly smarter than all of you bitches.
Gah enough rant and hate here, why do I care to write about them anyways...

Well...

Thanks for always being there for me, Ena. You are the highlight of my days.
I couldn’t imagine what my life would be if we weren’t that close man, I mean who will listen all my daily rants and who would stand me patiently when I’m being such a bitch.
There are so many memories, too many of them.
I really wish that we get into the same uni, like we always imagined :’)

I’m afraid that someday we will lost each other, and you will forget me, or vice versa.

But the thing is, I won’t. And I promise you that, Anisa Fajrina Djuanda.

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Hi, Mol.
You know you were the first person I would text when something good/bad happened to me.
I always looked for your arms every time I was in tears.

Too bad I can't remember every single thing that has happened to us over the past two years.
But I'm so glad to know we are now studying at the same uni, like we always imagined.

Disability

Sam: Yeah, but I tried, I tried hard!
Rita: Try harder!
Sam: Yeah, but you don’t know, you don’t know!
Rita: I don’t know what?
Sam: Yeah, you don’t know what is like when you try, and you try, and you try, and you try, and you don’t ever get there!
Rita: Oh, is that right?
Sam: People like you don’t know!
Rita: People like me?
Sam: People like you don’t know what it is like to get hurt. Because you don’t have feelings! People like you don’t feel anything!

Lucy: I won't read the word!
Sam: I'm your father and I'm telling you to read the word. 'Cause I can tell you to, because I'm your father.
Lucy: I'm stupid.
Sam: You are not stupid!
Lucy: Yes I am.
Sam: No, you are not stupid! Because you can read that word.
Lucy: I don't wanna read if you can't.

image search: google

"I AM SAM" is the first movie that really made me hardcore cry from beginning to end.
If you never watched this, you need to.

P.S.:
Lately, I've been wondering how it would feel to be a blind person.
Would it feel like everyday is a blackout day?
I've been also wondering how could they know whether is it still noon or already night?
Could they imagine how their face look like?
But after all, I've been wondering how God is really good, especially to me.
I never asked Him to give me two eyes, but I got them. For free.
Well I guess I will never get tired of loving God.