'twas a crazy weekend, this one

hey, gorgeous people that i chose to invite to my blog because i'm obnoxious and discriminate against my friends by inviting only a select few.

i just went through what i feel like the most insane weekend ever in my life.

i spent the night at my seniors' house on Friday. it was my farewell gesture for them, for being so amazing to me. i slept at 2.30am doing nothing else other than talk to them. i can't believe they're officially doctors. and i can't believe they're leaving. these...are the people who came to Kak Rose's apartment at midnight when i was crying and feeling suicidal all those years ago. they came and calmed me down, waited for my sobs to end, called a cab and brought me to their house where there was a huge dinner on the table, and helped me get through the night. i still remember that night, that night was the night that i gained a new family. one that lives near me, one that can give me a hug when i need it...and now they're leaving. for good.

this weekend was jammed with events. i was always working on something; from the moment i open my eyes, to the moment i fall comatose the second i lay my head on a pillow. the hecticness of it all didn't leave me a chance to really absorb the fact that i will no longer have my other family with me, here, in physical form, tangible and real and non-pixelated.

but now, as i am writing this blog, it is slowly sinking in...and this is not a nice feeling, the one i am having right now. i hate goodbyes.

Kak Husna, Kak Aimi, Kak Nang, Kak Yopit, Kak Fatim...you will always, always, have a special place in my heart. you have no idea how much i appreciate you being here for me whenever i need you. i remember a lot of the things we did together, a lot of the things we talked about. and we all know how hard it is for an Atiqah to remember.

this was meant to be an entry in which i tell you about our fundraising activities and how i handled an auction, and how we managed to raise more than 1000euro for Cambodia. and about how i handled a game for the kids during Cork Mosque's Community Day, sold a United Colours of Benetton perfume for 5euros by mistake, bought clothes for baby Zulkifli in Malaysia, spilled all the money in our money box all over the tar in front of our stall (typical Atiqah). and about the stupid gate sensor at Kak Ros's apartment, and how i wanted to reverse a manual car but didn't have enough strength to press the handbreak button.

...but they all fade in comparison to having my Other Family leaving me. i know they will be spectacular doctors, and i pray that internship in Malaysia will not bring them down.

i am, however, very much aware that i still have many amazing friends still here with me, and i am thankful for that. it's just that things will never be the same again. ever, ever.


LOL (lots of love),
Atiqah