I'm Not Old Enough To Be Reminiscing But This Is Basically What This Is

assalamulaikum.

we had a sleepover at farrah's house. farrah, whom i have not seen since somewhere around this time, last year. it was a little bit disappointing that not all seven of us could be there, but we made do with five. 

i haven't been to farrah's house in years and i was delighted at how big it was. i almost forgot. i love big houses. i love looking at them. i love being in them. although, i don't think i'd want one for myself. something about so much unnecessary space and nooks and crannies where things (that probably don't exist but i get paranoid into thinking up) could lurk just doesn't sit right with me.

we talked all night long and barely slept. 

if there was one thing i could summarise from all the talking we did is how different we all are. all my friends separated going into form 1. save for farrah who moved at the end of year 4. farrah's stories about her outrageous friends (and by outrageous, i mean outrageous) seemed to be from a different universe from the one i came from. azra and nad and qiya all had their fair share of stories from boarding school. boys, supernatural experiences, more boys, more supernatural experiences. although not as extreme as farrah, still plenty good stories. 

and all of this kinda made me think about everything i did this year and the people i chose to surround myself with.

and like............ hm... how to say ah?

entah.

but anyway, even with how different we all are individually, and the way our different environments have shaped our outlooks and personalities, even with our complete opposite interests,

we still clicked. 

and it felt like all those evenings we spent at farrah's or nad's house, singing high school musical or camp rock or hannah montana songs and roleplaying geng bas sekolah and like, yeah. yeah. i'm gonna stop before i start tearing up.





***that post title be lookin like a fall out boy song