Mending a Broken Friendship

About a year ago, I had fall out with my one and only best friend, Quinn, resulting in she flew back to the United States without me seeing her off. We then did not talk for quite a while and I thought it was what is best for us, not talking to each other as per what she wanted. Although, she did message me on my birthday but the wound was unhealed and the hurt still was craved inside, therefore I didn't reply her. And so I didn't message her on her birthday.

A few months later, in December, she sent me an email, apologising for what happened between us as well as congratulating me on graduating. Again, my feelings were still bruised, and probably also my ego was hurt, I did not reply her. At the same time, I also needed some time to think about what I want to say, and I took quite a while apparently that on last Saturday she Facebook messaged me. And again, I did not reply just yet.

Until this afternoon, I woke up from my nap and thinking that I would want to work this friendship out. So I grabbed my phone and replied her message. What I said, though, wasn't exactly what I originally wanted to say should I had replied her email. Rather, I told her that I have put what had happened behind us and am willing to reconnect and mend the broken friendship.

It took me quite a while indeed to overcome the agonize until I realised that friendship is an important thing for me, especially the friendship I had with her. But most importantly the reason is, because I miss my best friend. I was told that it is hard to find the "best friend" and that is true, from my experience at least.

So we talked a bit and agreed that we do still have to sit and talk and sort things out of what had gone wrong between us. I have to admit that it was a little awkward now that it has been too long. But we also agreed to take one step at a time to fix the relationship. And honestly, I'm relieved that she, too, is willing to keep the friendship.

After this long I feel like a ten thousand kilos burden is lifted up from my shoulders. True enough, ever since I received her email I have been trying to avoid dealing with the problem and it has been haunting me, nurturing an anxiety inside me. I'm really putting a great hope for us to be able to work this out and go back to the way we used to before. It may take some time, but time is indeed what we need.

Until next post.

Life After Graduation

Admittedly, life after graduation is just plain boring. In terms of day-to-day activity, it's like playing a broken record repeatedly; wake up-go to work-get home-sleep-wake up-go to work-get home-sleep. You see, I work 5 days a week, 8 to 10 hours a day. I get Sundays and Mondays off, for now, which I use to catch up with friends (on Sundays) and to have some alone time (on Mondays). But other than that, there's nothing much to do.

Therefore I've come to realise that I personally need to constantly find something to achieve, or at least something to get up to in the morning other than just work and obligations. Some people I know, they decide to go back to uni and study another degree. For me, that is completely out of the equation as I can't afford another study. Not for the moment, at least.

Nevertheless, I have been using my days off to relax and do things I didn't get to do when I was in uni and juggling with two or three jobs. On the last weekend, for example, I went for an after work drink with my friends on Saturday, relaxing after a long day of labour work. We went to a Korean restaurant, Dare1, somewhere in Little Lonsdale, and ordered some food and soju. Heaps of soju. We played a drinking game and I, unintentionally, kept losing, so I was indeed intoxicated, resulting in a friend coming to pick me up and take me home. But I wasn't wasted surely. The next day I realised I lost my wallet in there. But God bless the staff, they found it and keep it for me to pick up tomorrow. I checked my saving account and my money is still there, though I have the cards cancelled when I couldn't find it at home and before I called the restaurant. My faith in human is restored.

Last Sunday was also a fun day. For the first time since I came here, I went to St Kilda Festival with some friends. It's a festival held annualy by the local council, Port Melbourne Council if I'm not mistaken, in supporting live music in Melbourne. There were a lot of street food stands, games, music and dance stages, and many other things, including heaps of people. Although I was feeling anxious and dizzy, a common thing that happens to me whenever I'm in a crowded place, I had fun nonetheless.

We played bumper cars, watched the free beach concert and played in the beach. The weather was nice, although a bit cool in the afternoon. In the evening we had dinner at a Japanese restaurant in the city and had a good conversation and laugh, making our the table was the most noisy and annoying table, which I feel bad about now. At the end of the day, I got home exhausted but feeling happy.

For the next weekend my friend and I are planning to travel to the countryside to have a little escape from the hustle and bustle of the city life. We're planning to go to Shepparton. I have never been there so I don't know what should I expect to find in there. Guess I'll see it for myself and it's the next story to be told.

By the way, this is my 300th post. Yay!

Until next post.