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22nd. after turning 22nd, i began to think about myself in general, sad to say, i wasnt pleased with what i found. but nevertheless, its good to learn from your mistakes and change early before things go out of hand. looking back, my 22nd birthday is a huge contrast as compared to my 21st. why? everyone whos been to my 21st would know why. simply speaking, i got drunk,dead drunk. there were about 100+ people around. the cake was huge. my 22nd? well, just a last min dinner with afew of my friends and a cake baked by 1 of my closer friends. you see the contrast? it isnt so bad, afterall, the one that i cared most about is in the US and she wished me about 12 hours later due to a simple blunder. hah. cute. but what i can derive from all this is simply, im not a good friend. judging from what i do and what others feel. that much i can safely say. effort comes from someone who cares about you. Be it as a lover/buddy/pal/bro/bestie. but when ure neither here not there, there wont be much effort placed on you. its not that i expect anything, but rather, i know where i stand from the other peeps who do not celebrate their bday and got a huge surprise instead. this is not an issue of jealousy, its an issue that i need to change for the better, so i can be considered a better friend. the past 1 year was a huge turnover for me, the drinks, the girls, the uncountable hungovers and the frequent lack of sleep due to a mild depression. yes. im finally admitting it. i did felt pretty low last year. i did pretty much ... to be continued