The people you meet

are not always what you think they are.

Take your friends for example. Do you really think you know them well? Do you have absolute trust and faith in them? Do you think the world of them?

Many would disagree with me, but I do. Or used to do. I mean, I still would, if not for what happened yesterday.

I was at a christmas party one of them organized, and I spent almost the entire past week preparing their christmas present, and even went to the extent of spending an entire night (till 4am) preparing it, and on the day of the party itself, I brought my guy to look for a suitable present for them, suggested a cookie since it’s an all-time favorite (let’s pretend for a moment that my guy actually hangs out with them 24/7 and knows exactly what they’d like – spoiler: he doesn’t), spend almost 3 hours getting caught in a christmas jam to pick up a darned cake, only to arrive exactly on time, which was 6pm, waited 45 minutes for the gracious host to arrive before I decided that we were already running late for another party.

So I did what I could do the most to make the situation work: I went to both parties, drove like mad all across a jam-packed Melaka town to both very-conveniently-far-apart-from-each-other places, to hang out with my friends.

Now, there’re 2 kinds of friends here: on one side, it’s people I’ve known half-a-year, the HiVElings; and on the other hand, it’s people I’ve known half my life, my so-called real friends. And guess who stood me up?

When it was time to exchange presents, though it was something small, I still received a hearty thanks for my present from the HiVElings; but the present which I spent so much effort on my real friends, well, the result was, to put it simply, stunning.

I thought I’d do something nice  by getting creative and making a notebook / jokebook, but when it was unwrapped, the person who received it read the entire thing out loud in this monotonous, bored voice; and the rest of my friends went like, “woooooooooooow this is sooooooooooooooo funny. Har har har.” That, I can handle.

But what really hurt me was when they unwrapped my boyfriend’s present, and literally threw it back to me, and demanded what the hell is it, and when I explained it was obviously a cookie, they told me that he will not be invited to the next party and told me to take the cookie back.

I was speechless. I really was. All of these, coming from the people I’ve known since Form 1 / 2, 7++ years of friendship are worth nothing compared to expensive shampoo, expensive cups.

A plain old cookie, and a lame self-made notebook. Yep, they were right. These are incomparable to real presents bought by real money. And since I’m so poor, what am I doing hanging out with these kind of people amirite?

 

 

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