My 22nd Birthday!

Finally Mel turns 22, last month. I know, I know.... I'd been neglecting this blog awhile, but you see, I'm really busy for the month of March. Alot of exciting and happy stuff happened, which I would summarize in the next entry. Back to topic, I am 22 years old this year.

Looking back, time has really passed very fast. I still remember, 10 years ago, I was wondering what my life would be ahead of me. I thought I would be a little more slender and sexy and Zhao Wei, from Hwang Zhu Ge Ge, after watching too much Ugly Duckling that I would turn into a beautiful swan. I thought I would become a doctor, doing medics in UK/US. And well, life didn't turn out as what I thought I would be. But, that doesn't mean it got worse. I'm a psychology student now and I enjoyed the course and studying at KL alot. Despite the fact that didn't become a beautiful swan, I did become a pretty duckling. I do not have distorted feature and body, which I appreciate alot. I'm leading a healthy life, blessed with many loving friends and family. All in all, I'm contend right now although I didn't grew up becoming what I thought I would 10 years back.

So, on my birthday, Yuna organized a birthday night out for me. To be honest, I was happy and glad they celebrated for me. The food was good and we went to KLPac later on to play guitar and take pictures. One thing that I felt uneasy on my birthday is that someone else is paying for my meal. :[ I'm jz not use to that weird feelings. And yeah, they gave me money as what I told them to, though small amount which I will use to fund my new camera lens.

The Basil Pasta from Plan B, Bangsar Village. Highly recommended!

Pocci, Yenny named cat. I love her adorable eyes...

The tipsy lady!

Back in hometown the next day, Mom, Ms. Yap and Yani brought me to Swiss Garden Kuantan for buffet dinner. We had lotsa fun filled with crazy dares and joke. We ate till we the place was almost close. We were so full that night that we could barely walk. But, the food was really good and I enjoyed it alot. =D

Look at the food art they have at Swiss Garden Hotel, Kuantan

Friends friends friends.

Mood: Anger & Frustration

There are many degree of friends in which you would meet in life. I personally divides my friends into few categories.

a. Hi-bye friend
b. Crap friend
c. Good friend

Based on the self-explanatory names, you would have guessed it right, that good friends are my closest friend and hi-bye friend would be the least - sometimes, I don't even know their names right. Crap friend would be friend that you know you would wanna talk lame things with, but not spending sad moments together. Therefore, this kinda friend ussually you would have less emotional ties with.

But the friend I wanna talk most would be good friend. I have very little good friend, simply because I'm picky with friends and I'd like to keep a small group of friends. These friends are usually individuals or come in pairs (very rare). Just to name some of my friends that fall on these categories are Elizabeth, Yuna, Hasha, etc. These girls are friends that I treasure most. Each of them have the qualities that I admire. For example, Elizabeth is bubbly and spontaneous, and Yuna I admire her true and kind heart for friend. But one common quality that my these good friends that I like most is being caring of people around them. You can see how concern they are when they know you're in trouble.

I still remember Hasha skipped half of her classes that day when I'd lost my purse. How Elizabeth spent hours and hours with me lamenting about another friend of mine. And Yuna standing by my side in face of a villainous friend. To me, they are not only good friend and true friend of mine.

Having said that, friends that I despised most are friends that betrayed me and constantly seek to embarrass or put me down. Sounds familiar? Of course it does (well to me at least), and they still self proclaim that you were their best friend. Omigosh.... how did this person get this term from? I wonder how this person define best friend. Unlike this person, to me, a close friend is somewhat similar to my family member. I would take care them as much as I could. Tell me about walking the miles for their own sake! And ... and this person is soooooooooOooOoOooo (okay i have to really emphasize on this) EGO. Is always about this person! How 'this person' feels, how 'this person' thinks. Is always about themselve. Don't these people think too much of themselves??? HELLLO! YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO TAKE CARE OTHERS. OTHERWISE JUST GO AND DIE WITH YOUR OWN SHITTY EGO!!!!

To me... I tend to put down my mask when I deal with my close friend. That's called true. If it's always about you, why don't you just be-friend yourself? SUCKER!

Yuna, Elizabeth, Hasha, Yiwon, Phuong, Yenny - these are all my assets that I'm super proud of. They has been with me through thick and thin....
Thus, a note to you and myself. A friend is indeed a friend in need.

Teardrops upon my 21st birthday gift...

With teary eyes, I wrote this following entry upon receiving a Birthday gift:-

A Birthday gift was send by a friend to me today, whom I back-stabbed in front of Victoria earlier upon her meeting up with us. A friend, who has turned to a foe. Maybe it was me, maybe it was her. But misunderstandings began without speaking things up. And misunderstanding after misunderstandings causes hatred. That’s how a fragrant flower turns foul and ugly. Things has certainly got bad between us. I regretted it so much that I hated myself so much right now. For blaming her entirely. I still remember how much I talked-bad of her in front of my friends. But isn’t friend supposed to correct and forget?

Whichever way, today is the first time I cried upon receiving a gift from a friend who has turn to someone I care less about. I don’t even care to open the present until next morning initially. But, I couldn’t sleep because of the caffeine from the cola that I took in the cinema earlier, causes me to opened it, out of boredom. What I didn’t really expect to receiving from her, is a hearty gift from her. It was a card, make out of boards of chipboards, decorated nicely with wild dried flowers and wordings. I remembered how difficult for me to do Yuna’s present earlier, not to mention coming out with an idea. Her this present is certainly 10 times more difficult. I can say, she has put a lot of effort in making this present- even she would have guessed I hated her through my cool tone over the phones and facebook. It was then my mind flash-backed on my 20th birthday cake that she baked for me, the time when she listened attentively about my problems, the time when we spent most of our evenings together during our freshmen, and also the crazy-clown-crush thingy. Never once she objected my dreams. A friend who has supported me all this while and I could just say it’s fake? OH, FUCK OFF MEL! I seriously hated what I did and I felt like I just received a tight slap on my face.

Still don’t know how to confront her later, but I hope things would improve after this-though I doubted things will turn back and be the same. Should she read this blog, I hope she would forgive me, and shall both of us make our friendship on sailing again. Bon voyage!