#2 The Friendship

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious and The Most Merciful.

Take a minute to answer this question. One fine day, someone gives you a stalk of flower. A real living one, not a fake one. What will you do with the flower?

I am not into psychology, and so I am not one to interpret the meaning of every answers. But somehow, I believe the different actions we might give towards the situation reflect something. Our upbringing. Our current emotions. Our past sadness or revenge. Our one happy memory we are still clinging on. Something. 

Did you answer the question? Here's my answer. A living flower will eventually wilt. So it is not in me to take care of it, water it or anything of that sort to make it bloom or alive. I will let it dry. And keep it that way. Because a dried flower will not change. If any of you can interpret what does this reflect, feel free to do so. And let me know!

Yesterday was my birthday. I am old enough to not fantasize about a wonderful birthday, but still I was. But it turned out to be a disaster. Not even an average day, but worse. I lost a dear friend. Not because of death, but her wish that I never appear again in front of her.

I reflect a lot on what she said, on her arguments, justifications and clarifications. She was emotional and angry while talking to me, but she did get some points right. I used to think that I always scored in the field of friendship. I have many close friends. Like it was a blessing God gave me to compensate my quite-broken family. But yesterday, I thought as much as it is a blessing, it is also a test. And I failed that test terribly in my 24 years of life. 

I reflect a lot. She was right. As much as I love a friend, I shouldn't have shown the affection publicly. Well, who knows that PDA among bestfriends can cause as much ruckus as PDA among lovers lol?

I reflected and came to a conclusion. I will let go of my past. Be it painful or wonderful memories, I will not get hung up on them anymore. I will cherish my present and the people in my present. I will gladly welcome people of my past to be in my present and my future, only if they are willing to leave our past together in the past. Pray for me. I want so badly to move on. I am not a teenager anymore for a friendship problem to crush my world. I leave it in the hands of God. He has been taking care of my life so far in the most perfect way. I have faith that I will come out stronger and better.

And having it happened on my birthday seems like it symbolized my new start with a clean cut from my past. 

1123, Malaysia.

Lemonades Of Life

#1 The Introduction

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious and The Most Merciful.

I wanted to start my first entry praising our One and Only God. A new blog, for a new life ahead. Let's hope I can keep writing, not for the satisfactions of having a lot of readers, but for the satisfactions of sharing. I wanted to share. This blog, may turn out to be personal, informative or nonsense depending on my emotions, but what I hope will come out of this is a stronger me who somehow manages to touch a tiny part of others' lives. 

I'm a Malaysian, whose first language is called Malay, so pardon me for my bad grammar and limited vocabs. My future entries here will be mixed between English and Malay (and sometimes medical), also depending on my emotions when I am writing.

Lemonades Of Life, is how I would like to be known as. It means as much as you can think of. Life throws us lemons, and I would want to make lemonades out of them. Just as everyone else reading this, I've been through a lot. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. And right now I am feeling battered that I just want to squeeze all those lemons thrown at me and make a lot of lemonades I could feed the entire world. 

With time, you will get to know me better. Do not have impressions on me, just yet! First impressions that people usually have on me were never correct, as far as I could remember. Let it happen naturally. I am all for sweet things, and new friends are sweet! I used to be known (and wanted to believe that still am) as a great listener, so I'm up for any secret-sharings, emotion-spillings or opinion-seeking, if any of you want to share with someone that will not judge you for your background or whatsoever. 

I'm on instagram: lemonadesoflife and here is my e-mail: lemonadesoflife@gmail.com.

I'm glad to be on board in the blogging world, where writers are born and opinions are written representing the true feelings of the authors. A world that symbolizes freedom, where everyone is equal and has the right to voice out their thoughts.

2300, Malaysia.

Lemonades Of Life.